Valencia votes.
Pau Aleixandre and Patricia Segura are the current favorites.
And the far-right candidate has fallen behind.
Santos saw a major drop in support after the attack on the Azorín School.
The president is set to vote at the very school this morning.
Get ready. The press is all over the place.
-What's going on? -Stay behind the…
Patricia. Patricia, wait!
-I've told you a hundred times. -Nobody's getting in.
Stay back.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Excuse us.
Ms. Segura!
-Ms. Segura, you can't come in here. -What are you blocking the door for?
-What's going on? -We're not sure.
Maybe we should go to the car.
I'm not going anywhere. I made a promise.
I said we'd vote here in this school. And that's what we're going to do.
-No one's allowed in. -Don't touch me.
-It's a bad idea. We shouldn't be here. -Ms. Segura! No! Hey!
-President! -No one else!
Madam President, please!
-What?! -Just one question.
What happened here? Ugh!
-Clear a path. -Move. Out of the way.
Do you think this will affect the elections?
-What the hell is going on? -President Segura! This is important.
-Valencians need to know! -Madam President!
Can we get a statement, Ms. Segura?
Do you believe this is terrorism?
Will you have to postpone the elections?
Madam President!
BREATHLESS
Borja Muñoz is reporting live from Azorín School.
-Borja, what can you tell us? -Not much, Marta.
President Segura and dozens of voters who were at the school
have been taken to the hospital in the wake of the incident,
which we believe to have been an airborne agent.
Toni, can you please get more beds to the ER?
Rocío, what happened? Anyone tell you?
Emergency services think that toxic gases from the explosion's fire
got trapped inside the false ceiling.
So when crews came in to do the reconstruction,
the gases got released.
Do we know how many people were affected?
Yeah, around 50.
Okay, so… Let's use the ORs for extra overflow.
-Jésica, what do you think? -Yeah, I'll set it up.
See you later, Rocío.
Keep me posted.
Jésica?
Okay, what's wrong?
Why do you ask?
Ever since I became director, you've been treating me like shit.
Uh, Lluís, we already talked about this at home. Okay?
You did what you thought you had to do, and that's your right.
-I'm not blaming you. -Yeah, I wish I could believe you now.
Well, maybe that's your guilty conscience talking.
I'll tell Néstor about it. Okay? Thanks.
Jesi! Be right back.
Jesi!
Hey! Are you, like, closing the door on me, girl?
-Um… I must've spaced out, I guess. -Oh, it's cool.
-I'm going to three. What about you? -Uh, same here.
Okay.
Um… Look, I was so game to accept any job here at Sorolla.
Because I wanted to work with you. Okay? You're my best friend.
-Any job? Come on. -Anything. I'm not shitting you.
Like, I could be in the morgue with my arm stuck up a dead dude's ass.
-Luci! -Okay? I'd do that for you.
-We're here. -Um…
So are we besties again?
We're okay?
-Yeah, of course. -Great.
-Thank you. -I want the two of us to start fresh.
Lucía, we don't need a fresh start.
-Everything's fine. -Okay. Okay, okay.
Okay.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Good morning. -How are you?
Okay, take him down.
-We'll take him to the ward. -Okay.
Careful there.
Hang on. I gotta tell you something.
So, last night, I hooked up with an intern. From oncology.
He's got these gorgeous blue eyes. You must've seen him around.
Hey, what's wrong?
It's always the same with you.
You haven't been here a week,
and you're already back to your old habits.
What did I do?
You see everything I have, and you get insecure and competitive.
It's what you do. You're always like this!
You're always trying to steal the people I care about!
-Listen-- -Since we were 20!
But I hooked up with Biel, not with your boyfriend!
Jesi, what the hell?
-Wait, I didn't know. How could I? -Yeah. Okay.
Hang on. Jesi. I didn't know you and him were…
Shit.
Néstor.
Yeah?
It's done.
-What, you voted? -The complaint.
In a couple of hours, they're issuing the arrest warrant for Lafont.
Pilar! What have you done?
I had to move quickly. If we'd waited, she might've destroyed the evidence.
I'm sorry, Néstor. I had to.
Morning.
Biel.
-Now. -Here.
Yes, Doctor.
-What is it? -Pilar reported Sophie.
What about her work?
The trial's over.
Oh, fuck.
-What are you gonna tell Patricia? -How many sessions left?
-Mm, not many. -Find out.
We have to make sure she gets them. If we can… give them today.
It's not gonna be that easy. Today's the election.
She's in the ER. Find out how many doses she has left.
Patient's 20 years old. No clinical history.
Acute respiratory failure but hemodynamically stable.
We started oxygen therapy and corticosteroids.
-Ay! -Hey, watch it.
Uh…
Rocío! Rocío!
What do we got?
Hypertension and bradycardia. The poison is spreading quickly.
-And the venous blood gas? -Uh…
It's acidotic like everybody else, and his carboxyhemoglobin is up 40%.
Forty percent?
-I don't like that. -No.
-And no response to the oxygen therapy? -No, none of the critical cases.
If they don't improve, we'll have to intubate.
Hi.
De Felipe.
I canceled all of today's sessions. Did you not get the message?
Um… I guess not. I'm sorry.
Hmm. Well, at least this way,
we get a chance to say goodbye to each other.
Goodbye?
-You're leaving? -To Lyon.
I'll be showing them the progress we've made so far.
That one too. We'll take this in the car with us.
Do you think the trial will continue when I come back?
What do you mean?
The election's today, Biel.
And if there's a change of government, well…
You know what I mean.
I just needed five more months.
If I had five more months, I would've found the cure.
And President Segura only had one treatment left to go.
But whatever happens in the election,
I'm a winner.
Well.
Bon voyage.
Thank you, dear colleague.
-See me out? -Mm-hmm.
PATRICIA ONLY HAS ONE DOSE LEFT.
WE HAVE TO GIVE IT TO HER TONIGHT.
Keep that on. We haven't finished the tests.
-I told you I'm fine. -We don't know what you inhaled yet.
We need to put out a statement. Public opinion is already turning on us.
What am I supposed to say? What do we actually know?
We say that most of the victims are stable and that we have the situation in hand.
No, no. The situation's pretty serious. I wouldn't say that much.
-We'll know more tomorrow. -I can't wait. I can't lie to the people.
I told them to go and vote there. It's my fault. I have to own this.
We're not lying, Patricia.
-Oh, great, just what we needed. -We have to talk.
I have to go.
Hang on.
Uh… Aleixandre?
-Take that off. -He's been to the site already.
And security's saying you're better off staying away.
Back to HQ.
Good luck.
-This is important. -We'll talk more later. I have to go.
Sorry I'm late.
Are my forms…
Pilar, you're here? You…
-Are you better? -I signed myself out voluntarily.
Of course.
I'm glad that you've recovered.
Thank you.
We were just saying the emergency room has asked for the ORs
to help cope with the overflow of poisoned patients.
-I gave the okay. It's all arranged. -And I had to contradict you.
Because it's impractical.
After the Aspergillus?
The waiting list for surgery would explode. We'd be swamped.
We'd have hundreds of complaints, I'm sure you know.
Well…
May I be the first to say how good it is to have you back.
But you need to run this type of decision by me.
I make the final call because I'm the one in charge.
Well, my apologies, I thought Lluís would've informed you.
Um, I don't want to be indelicate or rude in front of everyone.
This is a bit awkward, but I'm… I'm no longer the director of Sorolla.
Yes. Yeah, I'm aware.
And?
Everything's going back to how it was. I am once again chief of surgery.
I hope you understand.
Let's carry on, shall we?
Not even for a single day can we leave our government in the hands
of those who would take our resources and murder our healthcare system.
Today's election presents a simple choice.
If you want public, universal healthcare, then vote for Igualdad.
If you want the system to be dismantled and privatized, vote for Segura.
This guy…
It's the eleventh hour, and he's pivoted to kicking you while you're down.
He's making the election nothing more than a public referendum on healthcare.
-Unbelievable. -Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter? A bomb just went off in a school.
Really? Yes, I fucking know. I was there.
This is just what we need. Come on. I can't…
Emilio.
Emilio, look at me.
I'm right here.
We're going to win this election.
I swear on my life. We're going to win.
Give me a status report.
Male, 43 years old, diabetic and hypertensive.
He's got a Glasgow score of 12.
Shallow breathing, he's tachycardic, and his O2 sat has dropped to 87%.
And that's after five liters of oxygen therapy
and starting him on corticosteroids too.
How long's he been like this?
-Wait, like what? -Help me lift him.
How long's his skin been red like this?
Since he started getting worse.
Right, okay. Put him down. Let's move.
Oh, shit.
Pere, I need to unbutton his shirt.
Just a second.
I'm sorry.
Hang on. Everybody, please! I need your attention now!
We need to change all the sheets,
take off their clothes, and wash their skin and eyes, okay?
Administer hydroxocobalamin immediately.
-Got it? -Wait, wait, hang on a minute.
-Lucía, what are you talking about? -Cyanide. Cyanide. Come here. Look. Look!
See? I saw the same thing after a fire in Madrid.
When the materials containing nitrogen burn,
they generate hydrocyanic acid,
which causes redness of the skin and dyspnea. Trust me, I've seen it.
Rocío, it's super toxic.
And they're all like this. Look.
Shit!
They've all inhaled cyanide. I am telling you.
If we don't change their clothes,
they'll keep reabsorbing it over and over again.
-I hear you, I believe you. -Its toxicity is--
We need to wash and change the patients' clothing
before anything else!
Let's get a move on!
Uh, Blanca, Pere?
You get all the hydroxocobalamin that you can at the pharmacy. Move!
-Marta, with me. -Coming.
We gotta take their clothes off carefully.
-Let's get his shirt off, please. -Got it.
Make sure to wear gloves.
-Here. -We need everything you have.
That's all that came in from Healock.
There isn't enough here for even half the patients.
There's no time. What do we do?
What do you want me to say?
Pilar assumed everything was going back to the way that it used to be
and she got her job back.
You're not listening. That's not how this works. I was made chief of surgery.
-Pilar's not the boss. -Jésica!
The order came from Nicolás. There's nothing else I can do!
He didn't want to make an enemy of Pilar, so she gets what she wants.
Don't do this to me, not today.
I've got the TV networks all over my ass, okay?
-All right. -Yeah?
Yes.
Yeah, just a minute.
Jes, be reasonable, at least for me.
-Sorry, you're asking me to be reasonable? -Yes.
I have been reasonable. And you know it.
I said nothing when you threw away your integrity to be the director.
When you stopped fighting for this hospital.
I didn't make a scene, or put my foot down, or push back.
I have been very reasonable!
Well, then. You're finally being honest.
Instead of accusing me in silence.
Lluís, I said nothing.
I said nothing because I owe you.
But if you're just going to be Nicolás's lapdog going forward,
then I am so through being reasonable.
-I am done saying nothing! -I had to do it or I'd lose my license.
Do you not understand that, for fuck's sake?
I risked my license for you!
I was wondering how long it would take before you threw that in my face.
And now we know.
-You should answer that. -Wait a sec.
-I get it, you're busy. -Jésica, please.
And you're sure Leo won't mind you bringing the baby in?
-You know what she's like. -What do you want me to do?
Our babysitter bailed at the last second.
-I have no choice. -Yeah.
And besides, this way, my patients will know what to expect.
If they think being pregnant is tough, they've got another thing coming.
Wow, May, you're such a ray of sunshine.
You know what I'm like.
Yeah, I know you. Damn right.
And…
if something's wrong or whatever, I'm here to talk.
Here. Could you push?
Hey!
What's up, baby?
-And thanks. -Hey!
I just…
It's nothing. I just have to focus on work. That's all.
It's Rocío.
The fuck is this?
Are they serious?
Holy fuck.
"The best place to be born in Europe."
And what, they hide the Moroccan?
Don't fucking laugh!
-You have to admit it's pretty wild, May. -No, I don't, because it's not funny.
Where are you going? Bailing in the middle of a crisis?
-Wow, look who's talking. -You're the one who works there.
Yes, but I'm the one who figured out the diagnosis.
So I deserve a break.
See ya.
Hey.
Uh…
Can I get a ride?
Hmm…
-No. -But…
-I'm late. If I bike, I'll get all sweaty. -No, we probably shouldn't.
-Why not? -Because. Okay?
Yeah. Okay.
-See ya. -Mm.
Okay, fine.
You sure?
-Do you want a ride or not? -Yeah, yeah.
-You know it? -Not a bit.
-You don't like it? I can turn it off. -No, no.
-No, it's not that. I like you singing… -I'll turn it off.
-It's all good. -Okay.
No, actually, you know what it is?
My grandpa gave this car to my dad, my dad gave it to me,
and all these old tapes,
that's the music they played when I was a kid.
And my grandpa loved that song, so…
-I kept the tapes. Anyways… -No.
-I'm blabbing. -It's really cool.
Down there…
Uh, there's more tapes. Have a look.
-Okay. -Pick whatever you like.
Oh, damn! You know it's like a mess down here, right?
Yeah, very funny.
We can't all have a fancy dad.
Living in a big old mansion out in the middle of nowhere.
I wouldn't have driven you if I knew how far it was.
I didn't know it was this far out either, sorry.
You didn't know where your dad's house was? Yeah, right.
No, seriously. It's the first time I've been.
To your dad's place?
Uh…
No, it's just that my relationship with my dad is a bit complicated.
That's all.
-Tell me more. -We don't really… Ah, never mind.
What is it you were talking about earlier?
I don't know.
-About us hanging out being a bad idea? -No.
-Here. -Come on, tell me.
Look. Choose one of these tapes, okay?
No, no, no! Whoa, whoa! What the hell are you doing?!
-Keep your eyes on the road. -Sorry! So sorry.
I'm sorry.
-You're making me nervous. -Sorry, sorry! My bad, seriously.
Right. Okay, so… What I was saying before was,
I think you and me should just be friends.
Okay? That's all. Because…
Well, you know, I… I don't… Mm…
I don't want any problems at the hospital. You know?
Did someone say something?
No, no! It's not that, it's just…
-No one said anything? -Nothing like that.
People just like to gossip, and…
Okay, here.
This one's got great songs.
And if you thought that was old, well, listen to this.
The afternoon shift is coming on, but we're not out of the woods yet.
-There you are. -What?
Toni? Come here.
I need you to call pulmonology and get all the respirators you can.
Well, well, well. It's Dr. High and Mighty.
-Slumming it in emergency? -They asked us to pitch in, and I figured…
Not the worst excuse to see you. You're not mad?
-No. -Help! Anyone, please!
-Stay calm. -Help!
-Jon! Jon! -Lola? What's going on?
-What the hell happened to her? -I don't know.
-Where do I go? -To resus.
-Lola, honey. -Quick!
Stay with me. Lola?
Lola.
Lola, honey? Sweetheart?
-Stethoscope. -Yeah.
Lola?
C'mon. Stay with me.
Hey, I'm here. Sweetheart. Wake up.
-What is it? -Rocío. Help, please. She's my daughter.
Pere. Get a monitor on her.
-Lola? Honey? -It's okay.
Lola.
-She's got mydriatic pupils. -Mydriatic? Nagore, what happened?
I don't know! I found her like this when I went to your house.
-You tell me! -Hang on, we have to calm down.
-Okay? -No, I can't. She was at your house!
-Hey, it's okay. We're gonna figure out… -You need to take a deep breath and go.
Please?
Her pressure's high, and she's running a fever.
It might… It might be an infection, possibly meningitis.
But the way her pupils are dilated isn't right.
Cardiac arrest. No pulse.
Lola.
Bring the cart, laryngoscope, and a 4.5 tube, got it?
Lola!
-Stand back. Let them work. -My daughter. Lola! No!
-Okay? Please. -My little girl!
Please, help her, please.
That's it.
Lola.
Lola!
Come on, come on.
Lola.
That's four. And five. Come on, Quique, airway.
Compressions.
-Pere? Load up 0.25 adrenaline. -Got it.
-No pulse. -Right. I'll go.
Two minutes on the clock.
Lola, please.
Go.
No pulse yet.
Lola.
C'mon.
-Lola. -Check it.
Still asystolic. I'll go.
Almost two minutes.
One more.
That's a pulse. We got her.
She's back, Jon.
-We got her. She's okay. -Lola? Honey?
-Lola! -She's alive. We did it.
Sweetheart! I'm sorry.
Run every fucking test there is. I have to know what happened to my daughter.
Of course.
-Let's put this one here. -Okay.
We should be able to fit seven beds in each OR.
-You sure? -Yeah. Definitely.
We just have to figure out the best spot for this one.
-Right. -Let's try.
Why are there so many beds? What's going on?
The ICU needs our ORs for the overflow.
Didn't I say they couldn't do that?
-Everybody out, now! Go! -No one's going anywhere.
I'm still the head of this department, Pilar.
-I say no one's moving. -Jésica.
I've had this job for 20 years.
The reason you filled in for me these past few months
is because I gave you that chance.
And I'm grateful for your trust in me.
But unless you're planning on dismissing me,
I'm still in charge here, not you.
I don't think so.
Oh, shit.
Hi.
I told you not to bring anything, and you show up with a beautiful woman.
Pfft. Oh my God.
It's cool. I'll go.
-You want to stay for dinner? -Of course, she does.
-Uh, this is Lucía Haro, from Sorolla. -Yeah, hi.
-I'm gonna get going. No, no, I should go. -Stay for dinner. C'mon, please?
-Biel, no. -Just for a little while.
Come on in!
Yeah, okay.
-Great. That way? -Yes.
-Biel. -Come on.
Shit.
Okay, this is way more than fancy.
-Good to see you. -Hi.
-Hi, welcome. -Nice place.
What have you gotten me into?
It's okay. I'm here, sweetheart.
It's okay.
Okay.
-How are things in here? -Well…
Hey, sweetheart.
My little girl. What's up?
Uh, Leo has an interview, so I came in to help her.
You must be exhausted.
You've been carrying her around all day, May?
-I can take her. -No, it's okay. I just picked her up.
-It's good. -What's going on with you?
Sorry.
Talk to me.
You're okay. You're okay.
There's none left?
Okay. I'll be right down. Yeah.
I'm so sorry, babe, I gotta go. Uh, we'll talk more at home?
-Mm. -Bye.
Love you, sweetheart.
What do we do now?
How can there not be enough hydroxocobalamin?
Healock's been skimping so they can cut costs.
Damn it.
Make sure it's given to the ones who need it most, triage 2.
-What about the rest of them? -Mm… I don't know.
I don't know what's going on here. Hey, where have you been? It's your shift.
-We're slammed. We really need the help. -Don't, okay?
What?
What the hell? Where'd this come from?
No matter which hospital you visit,
we nurses are always the ones running things.
Here, we're a family.
If that means we need to break some stupid rule to save lives,
that's what we'll do.
-Wow, Blanca. This is fucking badass. -Thanks, Rocío. I'm aware of that.
You don't need to remind us.
The only people who constantly forget how badass nurses are, are the doctors.
But don't worry. You'll never forget again, I promise.
You're about to learn what a nurse can do when she's fucking done.
Okay, let's get to work.
Jon.
-Hey. -How are you? Any news?
Not yet.
Where's Nagore?
Uh… bathroom.
-Jon, we just got your daughter's results. -And?
What?
Hey, what'd you find? What is it?
What?
-Prep the activated charcoal. -Catheter?
Yeah.
What is it? Poisoning?
-Hey, listen. I can help you. Don't worry. -Don't touch her!
-Please, let me help. -Don't touch her! Get the hell out!
It's okay.
Just tell me what's going on. What's wrong with her? What happened?
-Ana, can you start? -Yeah.
-Ana, what is it? -Move!
What are you doing? Jon, what is it?
What is it?
Ecstasy.
Stay away from my daughter, or I'll kill you.
Jon.
I don't know what you think happened, but I'm clean. I swear.
-I'm done with that. -Why were there pills in my house?
Oh, shit.
I don't believe it.
I must've left a pill in my pocket, but I swear--
You could've killed my daughter.
-And you know how careful I have to be. -I'm so sorry, Jon.
-I could lose her. -I didn't mean to. It was an accident.
-Get the fuck off! -I swear it was an accident.
I would never hurt you.
You hurt me the second you stepped into my life.
-How is she? -She's doing well.
Tonight, we continue to follow the story of a delay in the elections…
Apparently, voter participation's up 20%.
But what are the polls saying about her chances?
Yeah, I just checked. Patricia's not doing well.
If she loses, what does that mean for you?
Don't worry about me, Son.
I never put all my eggs in one basket. I got plans.
-Hm? -Hmm.
It's not official yet,
but… since we're family, I know I can trust you.
I've been offered a management position, a senior one. At Healock.
So whatever happens to Patricia, I'm gonna be just fine. Don't worry.
At Healock?
Yeah, I've been working on them for years now,
pulling strings and all that. But now, with, uh…
With Dr. Lafont's success, they've finally welcomed me into the fold.
Cheers.
We bought the painting in Belgium. It's too big, I know.
Something wrong?
-Ah! -Hey, are you okay?
-Irene? -Okay, let's go sit down.
Hold on to me.
-Are you all right? -No.
-Biel, help. Quick. -Yeah. Lean on me.
-Good. -Go slow.
Like that.
-Okay, take it easy. -Take a seat.
Easy does it. You okay?
-Just be careful. -Honey?
-There. -Honey?
Are you okay? Can I touch you? How far along are you?
I'm 28 weeks.
-It's early. -It's very early.
Yeah, it's too soon.
Could be an acute abdomen, or…
No, no, no.
-What is it? -These are contractions, definitely.
What do you mean, contractions?
Irene, you're in labor.
Gorgeous, isn't it?
So… Why are you here?
What is it that's so important?
There are…
things that you don't know. Things about Sophie. Hm?
I… know the results of her trial in other countries aren't
as robust as she claims they are.
Are you surprised?
When you're president,
you know everybody, and they all owe you a favor or two.
Every single one. I wasn't just going to sit around.
But I know the trial works. At least for me, anyway.
I should be grateful for that. Don't you think?
-Yeah. -Is that what you came to tell me?
The police are going to be shutting down her research within the next few hours.
You reported her.
You only have one session left.
If you come with me now,
we can give you the last treatment before they start counting the votes.
-Why didn't you wait? -It wasn't me.
-Patricia? -Come with me.
And the other patients?
-Patricia. -Come on.
-Patricia, please-- -Just a minute.
-No, Patricia! -What do you want?!
What?
They're counting the votes.
We have to go.
Coming.
-Patricia, come with me, please. -Go fuck yourself.
This is important.
Where are you going? Stop. Stop, stop.
Let go. Let go of me.
-Remove your hand. -Your life's at stake.
-Listen. -Let go of me.
-There are traces of the tumor. -Son of a bitch.
If we don't get rid of it, your cancer will come back.
If you don't let go, I'm calling security. Néstor, I'm not kidding.
Two weeks ago, you told me you wanted to live.
Yeah, well, two weeks ago, I trusted you.
This isn't about me.
It's about you.
It's about deciding, once and for all, what you're gonna fight for, Patricia.
Let go of me.
Tonight is election night.
What I want for my life doesn't mean shit.
-I'm ready. -Let's go.
-Okay, take deep breaths. -Right. Thanks.
-Well? -The ambulance will take at least an hour.
What? An hour?
We can't wait that long. We'll have to take the car.
No, no. Hold on, Nicolás.
The baby's premature and has already had surgery.
It's best his mom goes in an ambulance in case of complications.
-Yeah. -What if it doesn't get here in time?
Let's go.
-We have to stay calm. -Hang on a minute. Wait.
Do you have a fetal heart rate monitor here?
-Do you know what that is? -Yeah, we bought one.
-Great. Go get it. -I know where it is. I'll go.
Okay, Irene, I need to do something. I need to do a vaginal exam.
I have to check your dilation.
-Help me? -Yeah.
-You're gonna be fine. -Let's see.
-You ready? -Yes, yes.
-Comfortable? -Uh-huh.
Okay.
It looks like she's about… ten centimeters.
-Already? -Yes.
What does that mean?
-It means she's in expulsive phase. -Exactly.
-I'll call for an ambulance again. -Yeah.
Help me with something, Nicolás? Pull up her dress.
-Sure. -Mm-hmm.
-Hey, you're gonna be fine. -Pass me the monitor.
Here.
It's gonna be okay.
-Hold my hand, Nicolás. -Okay.
-Great. -You're gonna be fine.
Fuck! No answer.
Biel, he's bradycardic. He's bradycardic.
Nicolás.
Nicolás, come here. Now, please.
-I have to talk to you now. -Just a second.
The baby is bradycardic. There's fetal distress.
She needs to give birth now.
-You want her to give birth here? -Yes, she has to.
The last checkup we had, Dr. Santapau said he was gonna be breech.
Fetal distress, he's gonna be born breech,
premature, and he's already undergone surgery.
-Having this baby here is a massive risk. -Exactly.
-We'll take my car. -No.
-Wait. -I said we'll drive there!
If we don't do this now, they could both die.
I'm gonna go call Leo. Right?
Ugh! Ah! Ah!
Irene. Irene, Irene. Irene?
Honey? Hey. Hey. You're okay. Honey?
Call Leo.
You're good.
-Good evening, Leonor. -Good evening.
It's being said that Sorolla has
the best gynecology team and equipment in all of Europe.
-Sorry. -What is it?
-It's urgent. -What?
Irene's in labor.
The baby is breech, and the ambulance isn't here yet.
What do we do?
-Sorry. Excuse me, everyone. So sorry. -Just a sec.
She needs a cesarean, Biel.
How do we do that here?
Listen, Biel. Your friend's right.
It's the only chance the baby has for survival.
You need to stay calm.
You're a surgeon, aren't you?
Yes.
Now hold on a second, just wait.
-Have you ever done a cesarean before? -No.
But I've done more complicated surgeries. For real, I got this.
Okay, Biel, prepare the surgical field.
-Let me talk to Irene. -Right.
Uh, bring towels. And start boiling water.
Irene, here.
-Hi, Irene. How are you feeling? -Bad. Really bad.
Irene, we have to get started, okay? We have to do this.
-What? No. -Come on. It's time.
You need surgery, my love.
-We have to start. -It's the only option.
It's all right. Come on. Don't worry. Just breathe.
I'll be right next to you the whole time. I won't leave.
-No, no, no! No, no, no. -Hey, hey. Irene, look at me. Look at me.
It's gonna be okay. You can trust me. You're getting through this, okay?
But we have to do it now. Let's go.
Okay, Nicolás, help me lay her down. Right here. Great.
-That's it. You're doing great. -You got it.
-Lay her down. -I can't.
-Nice and easy. -Good, Irene, move slow.
-You're doing great. It's now or never. -But… without anesthesia?
Irene, for sure it'll hurt, but…
you can do it.
No. We're not doing that. We can't do that to her.
No. Uh, go get your other meds.
-Wait, what? -He knows what I mean.
You're a businessman in a mansion. Do I have to spell it out? Go! Hurry.
Come on.
-Irene, shh, shh. -Ah!
-Just breathe. -Ah!
-It's okay. Keep looking at me. -We got you.
-We're gonna take care of you. -You're safe. Breathe.
-He's coming back. -Okay. Show me. Show me.
What's this? What is it? Coke?
-Mmh. -Great. And this one?
-Ketamine. -Perfect.
Ketamine? Really?
-It's a horse tranquilizer. -Human too. Better than nothing.
This is what we have.
Biel, bring the knives.
Snort it.
Irene, snort it.
Take a little bit more. Snort it.
Great.
-Okay, help me lay her back down. -Here.
Let's get started.
-First, you make a transverse incision. -Okay, stand here.
Two centimeters above the pubis and approximately 15 centimeters long.
-Clear? -Yeah, I got it.
Irene, we're about to start.
Fuck.
Okay. With your fingers,
do a blunt dissection in the subcutaneous tissue to open it.
Let's go.
-Irene! -She's fainted. Trust me, it's better.
Put your hands on either side and hold open the abdominal plane
so I can see.
-Okay? -Okay.
-You see the fascia? -Yeah.
Okay. Next, I need you to make two buttonhole incisions
to help laterally widen the opening.
-Okay. -Good. That's good.
Pass me the scissors. And get the tweezers ready.
Yeah.
-That's it. -Okay.
All right.
Right.
Now you need to find the peritoneum. Use your fingers to feel around for it.
Here.
I can see the uterus.
Take the vesical fold
and make sure it's retracted to avoid injury to the bladder.
-Hold it open. -Yeah.
Can you see?
-I can. -Yeah?
All right, we're done.
Now, for the complicated part. The hysterotomy.
You need to make a small cut.
But be very careful so you don't injure the baby.
After that, use your fingers to open the incision.
-Let's go for it. -Yeah. We got this.
Careful.
That's it.
Biel, put pressure on the abdomen so Lucía can get the baby out.
-Right. -Ready.
Get him out right now.
-Come on. -Okay.
Shit, he's turning blue. He… He must have the umbilical cord around his neck.
Remove the umbilical cord as gently as you can.
-Watch his head. -Got it.
-Yes. -Okay, here.
-I got him. -Good.
-Carefully. -Yeah.
-Cut the cord, Biel. -Okay.
-Be careful. -I am, I am.
He's not crying.
Lucía, clear his airway.
Oh!
He's alive.
-Oh… -Biel, come here.
Here.
I'll take care of Irene.
We did it.
-He's okay. Our baby's okay. -Yes.
Nicolás.
Come here.
Here, take him. Carefully.
Okay.
Her pulse is stable. She's okay.
With over 50% of the votes now counted and confirmed,
we are ready to declare a narrow victory for the left in this election.
Although the key word here is narrow
because it wouldn't be the first time that the Segura effect has surprised us…
It's a blow, for sure.
Holy shit, what a mess. What are we gonna do?
4 MISSED CALLS
YOU HAVE TO COME NOW!
…is going to be extremely difficult…
IT'S YOUR LAST CHANCE TO BE CURED!
Hey.
You're texting at a time like this?
What am I doing here?
You're in a holding pattern.
What? Sometimes, that's what you gotta do.
No. I'm gonna go.
What? You're what? Where are you going?
Emilio.
There are more important things to fight for.
More important than finding out if you've been re-elected?
Yes, Emilio.
More important.
Heading back soon. Mother and child are both fine.
-How are they? -They're stable.
-They'll be fine. You did a good job. -Thank you.
-We're leaving now. -Yeah, I'll be right behind you, okay?
-Sounds good. -Okay.
Sounds good. Dispatch over and out.
Thank you, Son.
I love you.
-Nicolás. -Yeah?
I know this isn't the best time, but I have to tell you something.
Okay, sure. What is it?
You trusted me. Does that mean I can trust you?
-Yeah, of course. -You're sure?
Yeah.
It's about Sophie Lafont.
I don't know if this might affect you, or…
if it might hurt your future or something, but…
It's important you not tell anyone about this. At all.
-Of course I won't. -No one.
I promise.
What is it?
Shit.
Who are you hiding from in here?
Rocío?
Can we, uh, not talk about it?
-I don't want to. -Yeah.
So, what's up? Why are you still here?
Quique?
What's going on?
Oh.
What happened?
I fucked up, May. I fucked up so bad.
Why?
I fucked up so bad.
It's okay. Let it out. It's okay.
It's okay. Let it out. I got you.
Wow. Look at us.
It's okay, Quique.
-Whoa. -Holy shit!
-Quite the evening, huh? -Pretty intense, yeah.
But dinner was a lot of fun.
-We didn't even get to dinner. -No, you're right. We didn't.
Well, in that case, you owe me a dinner. How's that sound?
You in?
Hmm, right now?
Really?
Yeah.
-Yeah? -You better give me that dose.
Or I'm going to use my final breath to take you down with me.
-What do I do? -Come to the hospital.
Now?
Yes, right away. I'll wait here.
It has to be now? Néstor? Hello?
-Fuck. -Néstor? Néstor?
-Fucking hell. -What?
-What is it? -The police are here.
What do we do? Néstor?
-Don't leave. There's no time. -What are you doing?
-I'm coming. Stay there. Don't move. -What? Néstor?
Néstor? Néstor?
Son of a bitch!
My phone. My phone.
Where the hell did my phone go? Shit.
Let's go for dinner.
-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.
-As friends? -As friends.
-Yeah. -Just friends, exactly.
-Just good friends. -Biel!
The police are here. We have to go.
-Come on. -What's going on?
-Sorry, I gotta go. Talk later, okay? -What's wrong?
-Out the way! -Move!
My fucking phone…
I've just been informed that with 70% of the votes counted and confirmed,
unbelievably, the Segura effect strikes again.
As of right now, the two candidates are tied.
Patricia's waiting at her party's HQ. We'll grab the vial and head there.
We won't have time to. Damn it.
Good evening.
-Dr. Amaro? -Yes.
We're here about the complaint against Dr. Sophie Lafont.
Yes, follow me to her office.
Oh, here. Here it is.
Come on.
Where is it?
The vial's not here.
What do you mean?
-I can't believe her. -Where is it?
What do we do?
Fuck this.
-Come on. -What the hell is going on here?
It's all been taken.
How did she know?
I don't know.
Yeah?
I'm sorry, I don't know what could have happened.
-Someone must have tipped her off. -It's all right.
Let's check her office. See if she left any hard drives.
Pick up, God dammit.
What the fuck?
Hello? Is everything okay?
I'm on my way back home now. I was in such a rush, I left--
Tell me you didn't tip off Lafont so she'd move the evidence before tonight.
-Was it you? -I have no idea what you're talking about.
You betrayed me.
-You son of a bitch! -What?
-I didn't say a goddamn thing. -You fucker! I knew it, you asshole!
So if I called her, you think she would've had time to go back?
-I only just heard tonight. -I don't believe you.
Lafont's not an idiot. She probably suspected you already.
I don't believe you. You're a fucking liar, Nicolás.
You come down here and tell that to my fucking face.
Now!
Okay, I'm coming.
Nicolás?
Nicolás, what the hell?
Nicolás, are you there? Say something.
Fuck!
Néstor?
Say something.
I can hear you breathing.
I'm sorry.
-She took everything. -Oh my fucking God.
You had to screw me over just one more time.
So you could save me.
There's a reason they call you Dr. Death.
Go to hell. Go straight to hell.
Fucking bastard.
Fucking fuck you.
Fuck you.
Dad?
Dad, say something.
Dad, just say something, would you?
What?
We won.
We won. We fucking did it, Patricia.
We fucking won! Yeah! You hear me? We won, Patricia!
We won.
We did it.
Holy shit.
Come on.
Patricia, we did it!
Congratulations.
Here, come here. The balcony. Let's go to the balcony. Come on!
-Yes! -Let's go!
Bring champagne!
Breakin' out and we breakin' the codes
Similar to the Jacques Cousteau To the depths and you're wet
So your tank explodes, so get it out Send your body to flight…
President! President! President! President!
Grip the moment Like you grippin' the earth…
Go
No time to rest
-Just do your best -Go…
SPANISH DEMOCRATIC ALLIANCE FOR A BETTER FUTURE
We're only here to make you
We're only here to make you go
Long live Valencia!
Go
No time to rest
-Just do your best -Go
What you hear is not a test
Ah, we're only here to make you
We're only here to make you
We're only here to make you go
Go
Can't think
Can't sleep
Can't breathe
Ah
Can't think
Can't sleep
Can't breathe
Ah
Everybody jumpin' out of they mind
Everybody goin' out of they skins
Everybody jumpin' out of they mind
Everybody goin' out of they skins
Go
No time to rest
-Just do your best -Go
What you hear is not a test
Ah, we're only here to make you
We're only here to make you
We're only here to make you go