Juan took that shit.
-Come back here and do your job. -Fucking liars.
-Where you going? -Rodri, what's going on?
-Let's go, Dad. -You're leaving him like that?
And this is how "professional" paramedics work?
Refusing to help a patient.
-He just drank vinegar with baking soda. -Stop recording.
No. He also ate one of these, I swear.
He did drink the vinegar and baking soda, but also ate soap. His mouth is foaming.
Stop telling these bullshit stories. People out there have real emergencies.
So think about what you're saying, okay?
What are you talking about? What bullshit stories?
You just saw him. He's dying.
-Are we getting a patient or nah? -No. Let's go.
-Let's go then. -No, no. Please. Help us.
Juanchi's an idiot, I know.
He was doing stupid stuff and his mouth started foaming,
but he ate the soap. I swear he did.
Get them on board now, Doc. We'll give them a discount on the ride.
-What's your name? -Paulina.
Paulina, I need you to tell me the truth.
'Cause someone out there could really need our help right now, okay?
How could it not be true? What are you even saying?
Are you gonna do your jobs?
My friend is dying. Please help me.
Hurry. Load him up.
Are you gonna let him choke to death?
Stop recording already, okay? Okay?
I swear he did.
Please help us. You gotta believe me.
On our way to hospital with these "heroes."
Move aside. No need for you to be recording.
Why so? I--
I thought working under pressure was your shit.
All right, here we have grandpa.
You like playing the hero, don't you?
But I mean, does this guy even know what he's doing?
Hey, pops, where did you study medicine?
Dad. This asshole just coughed.
Like, is he getting worse?
A person in his state doesn't cough or sneeze.
The fuck? What's with the laughter? What's going on back there?
That stupid bitch lied to me, man.
Holy shit. Is that Rodri Netea? That YouTuber shithead?
Damn, bro, are you a follower?
Nah, I don't follow garbage.
If you were real paramedics, you would've noticed,
but you're so fucked up.
You got some big balls to call for an ambulance like that, huh?
Poor bastards. This needs to be in a story. You're a joke.
-Marcus, stop. -I can't, Doc.
But these assholes aren't leaving without paying. Got it?
Look. They're trying to scam us.
Juanchi, bro.
-Did you see the light, bro? Once again… -Get down from there.
-Marcus, stop now! -Get down from there!
Marcus, for fuck's sake. I said stop!
Shit. Asshole!
Fuck! My shoulder.
All right. Still-- Stay still.
-Hey, help me turn him over. -I ain't helping that asshole.
I said help me turn him over!
He sometimes dislocates his shoulder. Fuck, help him.
-Get out of the way. -C'mon. Get up.
-You can walk. Don't be a dick. Up, up. -My fucking shoulder, dude.
Get up, you little shit!
Fucking whitey. Now you're asking for help, eh?
-Fucker! -Leave him there. Just leave him.
Bro. Fuck, my shoulder, bro.
Help me.
I said fucking help me!
-What the fuck? Just help him. -Shit. My shoulder.
-Fuck, my shoulder, bro. -Do you want some help?
Here's your help.
Take us to a hospital, will you?
-Marcus, stop! -What the hell?
-Really? -What? We need a hospital!
-Darling. -What's your problem, bitch?
-I said stop the fucking ambulance, man! -All right, Doc. All right.
Fucking peasants. You have no idea who we are!
-Get up. Get up. Get up. Now, asshole. -What?
-The fuck? -Marigaby.
-Move it. Get out. Go to fucking hell. -What the fuck are you doing?
-No, no, no. -Fuck off, fuck off.
-Get out. Move it. Get out. -Stupid peasants.
Fuck off, asshole.
Hey, wait! My phone, assholes.
-You want your phone? -Give it to me, damn it.
Hell no. Fuck no.
Stop it, darling. Stop.
Here's your fucking phone.
Bitch, you don't know who you're messing with.
-Fuck off, asshole. Dickheads. -Go fuck yourself.
MIDNIGHT FAMILY
INSPIRED BY THE DOCUMENTARY MIDNIGHT FAMILY
Polytrauma, surgery, severe headache,
vascular cerebral event, precedents.
FAT EMBOLISM SYNDROME? ASPIRIN
There's always a previous history. Something we don't know about others.
And this is getting real hard for me to understand.
DAY 5
She said she just made it all up on the spot during the freestyle, bro.
But that's bullshit. She had it all thought through.
And it's too damn offensive, dude.
Marigaby?
Are you even listening, Doc?
Fuck, man. I'm opening my heart to you and you don't give a shit.
Hey, no. I'm listening, man.
But maybe try to realize you fucked up.
-How did I fuck up? I didn't do anything. -What do you mean "how"?
What would have happened if you won? Huh?
-Do you know how that would make her feel? -Come on, Doc.
Don't be naggy like that. I'm just telling you the story.
Here's some advice, bro.
Talk to Crisis.
When you don't talk things through, they build up, and it's fucked up,
and shit gets ugly, you don't even know where you're standing
or where you're going. Shit like that.
-You okay, dude? -Yeah. Why do you ask?
Because I didn't get shit of what you just said.
And you've been sitting there all day transcribing the Bible or some shit.
Such a sight for sore eyes. You abandoned us.
Well, since he's "Justice Bieber" now.
-We saw you on TV. You looked cute. -Did you hear that?
I really don't care about fame and fortune, you know?
I care that people are safe.
Yeah, my bro's a hero.
And I mean, he's gonna be a great father too.
What?
Yeah, he's a package deal, in case anybody wants to get in line.
-See you later. -Good night.
-Bye. -Well, I mean…
-Hey, what's wrong with you, fam? -Why?
There's a bro code, María Gabriela.
-What's a bro code? Shut up! -We're bros, man.
Come on in.
I can't believe this.
I know you're mad. That's why I'm here, Mario.
To explain things to you.
What things?
I thought we were friends.
I had no other choice.
I busted my ass reading articles, attending lectures--
And you just go under a knife.
Yeah, but--
If I waited for you, I would have died before you were ready.
I'm hurt.
I'm so hurt, I don't think I can take your patients anymore.
Well, tell me what you want me to do for me to make it up.
Just say the word.
Come work for me.
What do you mean, "come work for me"?
I need someone to coordinate the ambulances.
Sort out incoming patients.
I thought you were gonna say you wanted to go for coffee or something.
Help me out, Ramón.
My guy left and my boss is putting pressure on me.
It's good for you. You can stay out of emergencies. Recover.
I don't know.
You'll get a nice salary.
Your health insurance. I can even get you some coupons.
I really appreciate it, Mario.
But this office life isn't for me.
Listen to me, Ramón.
Your lifestyle isn't good for your heart.
And I'm sure they did you dirty in there.
You'll show me later.
Do it for your family. Think about it.
I've been texting you.
-So we don't say hello anymore? -Hello.
I replied to your text.
I mean-- I think I didn't see it. I was working.
But I have some questions about what happened to Nayelly.
Marigaby, you shouldn't get obsessed over it.
I'm not obsessed.
People die, right? That's clear to me.
Well, then,
you must know that you can't get attached to your patients.
Okay?
You don't say. Please, tell me more about how to do my job.
You have too many things to think about.
All right? There's school.
The ambulance, your family.
Your little friend from school.
So you'd rather talk about that now?
I'd like to know where we're standing. That's it.
We're not standing anywhere.
We can be with whomever we want.
-We're adults. -Then stop whining about that girl!
She's dead.
Okay? And that's it. You can't save everyone.
You're fucked up.
And I'm an idiot for thinking we had something in common.
Marigaby, wait up.
All right. You brought me here.
Can you leave now?
We're staying for a little while.
You know what hurts me the most?
Your lack of trust.
All right then. Get in there. We'll see you from here.
Hey.
Behave yourself.
-What are you doing? -Get in!
-It's nice, isn't it? -What is?
Well, this.
Bringing the kids to school.
Doing this together.
It brings back memories.
But you never took the kids to school.
You came back busted from work and slept like a bear, remember?
Damn, yeah. Then it's nice to be doing this for the first time.
I know where you're going with this.
And we talked about it.
Nah, I'm just making conversation.
I know our little kiss the other day sent mixed signals.
But…
Great kiss!
We're not getting back together.
Never say never, Lety!
It would be a mess.
No. We would go back to our old ways.
Not really. No, I'm a changed man now.
I'm the Ramón of the future.
And the Ramón of the future has nothing to do with the Ramón of the past.
-Well, you look the same to me. -No, no, no.
I'm looking for an office job.
-I've got offers. -Really?
Yeah. I'm eating healthier.
I'm so happy for you.
But the only thing we can ever be is friends.
That's better for the kids.
All right. It's fine.
-Friends. -Friends.
But with benefits.
Come on. Ramón, please.
Behave yourself!
Why were you like that?
Who wanted to go solo?
Cristina, it was so one of us would win.
-You got to the finals and won. -And?
But look, you really didn't have to humiliate me
in front of my family, dude.
My mom, my dad and my brother were there, and you didn't give a fuck.
Why?
I was hurt.
I was hurt that you left me behind.
I wanted to secure the win, not leave you behind.
I can't turn back time and fix my fuckups, but--
but we can try to talk about what's happening with us.
Do you still remember I'm pregnant?
For fuck's sake, Cristina. I haven't forgotten.
What are we going to do then?
Whatever you want.
I know. I know it's whatever I want, Marcus.
But please, say something to me. Help me make a fucking choice.
But I've told you. I'll do as you say.
Whatever you want, Crisis.
Be a man. What are we going to do?
Look, Crisis.
Who am I, dude?
Marcus.
It's Marcus and Crisis, man.
Am I right?
We're cool.
I know what we're going to do.
We're having this baby.
And you're gonna tell your family we're leaving.
Tamayo, where are you?
The exam is starting!
Shit.
Hey, watch out.
Fuck. Let me in, damn it.
So what can I do you for, Lady Ambulance?
I no longer work with the ambulance.
Did you get tired of being on TV?
I came here to talk about the exam.
What exam?
The one you didn't show up to?
I know it was wrong.
That's why I'm here asking you to let me take it.
That wouldn't be fair to your classmates.
I know. And I normally wouldn't ask for this,
but I'm trying to do things the right way.
I'm really trying.
All right.
For this time only, you may take the test off schedule.
Really?
I'm telling you.
Thanks.
It's just-- Things haven't been going my way lately.
Of course, the maximum grade you'll get is an 80% so it's fair for the rest.
Thank you. Yes.
And it's just because I believe you've got a bright future ahead.
You're not the asshole everyone says.
This is your last chance.
Don't waste it.
Thank you.
Marigaby.
What do you want?
I'm here to do some tutoring.
You don't have to explain yourself to me.
Okay.
Bye.
See you.
Remember your job?
Yeah, it's not that hard.
You can be oblivious sometimes.
Like with the capitals.
There are too many states. That's not on me.
All right then. Hurry. My parents don't know I'm here.
What did you tell them?
I said I had mathathlon practice.
I told the math group I had ballet lessons.
And I told the ballet group I had to study.
How do you get away with it?
One must always stay a step ahead, right?
I don't know.
I'm scared.
I don't want any trouble.
Remember we're doing this for our business's sake.
Don't you want to make your own money?
Be independent?
Yeah, I do.
So what's it gonna be?
Help me help you.
Dad, Pika's mom is coming to get her outside.
She said she can take me to Mom's place.
Yeah, it's on our way.
All right, all right. Thanks a lot.
And I'm glad your mom allowed you to hang out again.
Yeah, I explained it to her, and she completely understood.
Good.
You know you're always welcome here.
You're a really good influence on this bonehead.
So you better listen to everything your friend says.
That's what I'm always telling him.
Well, Mom must be waiting outside.
-See you later, Mr. Ramón. -Take care.
See you later, Dad.
Well…
you're up.
Remember, we need pictures of bones.
Broken bones, exposed bones, blood, guts, all that.
The bloodier the better, you hear?
-Send them to me. -Yes.
Maybe it's not such a good idea.
Didn't you say you were brave?
Prove it.
Go on!
Go. Go.
The other side.
We're gonna stop by your mom's place.
Yo, why, bro?
You'll see.
My phone.
I just wanted to take some pictures.
"I just wanted to take some pictures."
Go sit in the back.
Go now.
-Get out of here. -You got busted.
Hey, kiddo.
We were about to go searching for you.
Will you pick me up tomorrow?
I don't know. We'll see.
Okay. Bye, Dad.
Don't do me like that again. Both of you.
Come on.
-Those glasses look great on you. -Yeah, great.
-Have a good night. -Hey, Luke, wait.
Thank you for being so nice to my family.
And for the glasses.
Nah, don't worry about that.
But can I give you some advice?
Don't only be your children's boss.
Be their dad too.
So they see what I see. A good guy.
And you know how I know?
Because I wouldn't have handled this whole situation
as well as you're handling it.
You know, me being the future, you being the past.
It's just-- The fact that I'm here with your children's mother.
Ramón, I invite you to take God's hand.
He enlightens even the darkest of paths.
-Thanks. -God bless you.
Now the priest wants to give me advice. Who does he think he is?
But my priorities have changed Now I'm paying the bills, ain't I?
I drink no more I'm not a punk
There is no money left for me To search inside my good ol'--
-What's with you? -Guys.
I am your boss, but I'm also your father.
How are you, Marcus?
Me?
I'm aight, bro. It's all chill, Ramón.
-Did anybody say anything to you, or-- -Say something like what?
No, nothing. I'm doing fine, bro.
And you, Marigaby? How are you?
What's with you? You're acting weird.
Nah, I'm fine.
I just want to know how you're doing.
Because I love you.
Hey, Ramón.
You aren't dying again, are you?
For fu--
Well, you aren't.
How's my favorite ambulance doing?
Dear Carmen. We're good.
You got something for us?
How far are you from the north side of the city?
Fifteen minutes?
-We got a call. -Ten.
Unconscious minor. The mother is desperate.
Close to Plaza Luis Cabrera.
On our way. Send the location.
You got it.
I'm home right on time
I hang up my pants I'm done dropping rhymes
What? Is this the place?
-Good evening. -Good evening.
-Are you the mother? -Yes. Come on in, please.
My son cut himself with a piece of metal two days ago.
He developed a fever, so I called our family doctor.
He checked him and gave us medicine for the fever, but he kept sweating.
Did you speak to your doctor afterwards?
He's not taking my calls.
I'm all alone. My husband is on a work trip.
Chango, go get the stretcher. I'll go with her, okay?
All right, Doc. We'll be back.
-Right this way, please. -Yep.
So, how old is your son?
Eight.
Do you remember what medicine the doctor gave you?
I don't.
Don't worry. I'll just check the box later, okay?
It's this way, please.
My son is in his room. He…
He's been asleep for a while now.
Doctor, over here, please.
Yes.
Thank God!
The fever's gone.
This is my Danny.
I'm gonna get closer, okay?
Daniel. Sweetie, wake up.
His fever is down, isn't it?
Gone.
Wait here a little bit. I'll go get some meds.
But he's going to be okay?
Yeah, don't worry. I'll go downstairs. Be right back.
You hear, baby? It'll be all right.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The kid's dead. He's had it. He's dead.
Dude, come. Call the cops now, man.
-Why? -The kid's dead, man.
You're kidding.
Go get diazepam. 5 mg, okay?
Doctor?
-Hurry! She's in shock. -Are you not going to see him?
Diazepam, diazepam.
Yes. Of course we are. That's why we're here.
-We need to take you to a hospital bec-- -No, no, no.
No hospitals. He doesn't need to go anywhere. No. No.
All right, we'll do it here. But we need to--
Don't come close. Are you going to cure him?
Yes, we are, but you need to stay calm so that--
-Do not touch me! -Easy.
-Are you going to cure him? -Easy now. We want to help you.
-Dad! Dad, now! -Why?
No diazepam, Doc, but I've got this stuff.
No! Let go of me! Let go of me! Why? No!
-Relax, ma'am. Here it is. -Easy, dear, we want to help.
-Help me! Help me! -It is for your own good.
-Grab her, grab her, grab her. -Help!
Easy, easy, easy.
It's okay. You done?
Yeah. Done.
Any other information, miss?
I mean, a necropsy is required,
but given the state of decay, I'd say four to five days, maybe.
-All right. -Anything else?
We had to sedate her so she would calm down.
But what I'm telling you is no, we can't take responsibility for the lady.
Come on. Help me out.
It's the rules, big guy.
I'm sorry.
Let's see, are we done here? We're leaving, you hear?
How about you?
I told your kids it's not our problem.
What do we do then?
Who sedated the lady? Was it us or was it you?
Plus, we can't take her like this.
-You can't, can you? -No, it's complicated.
When she wakes at the hospital or whatever, she'll testify then, right?
Good night.
Fuck off.
-What were you expecting, Ramón? -Let's go!
Those assholes never do shit.
Go ahead. I'll catch up in a bit.
All right. Just hurry, Doc.
Hey, be careful. We don't want her to wake up.
Holy shit.
Hey. Hey.
-We're in deep shit, you hear? -What? What now?
It's been God knows how long since she has taken her meds.
What kind of meds?
Shit ton of antipsychotics.
We can't take her like this to the forensic department.
And if she wakes up, we'll have to drug her again.
I'm going to tell the forensics
we'll take her to Fray Bernardino's psychiatric hospital.
They'll take her even without an insurance. Only if she's chill.
-Let's go. Hurry, dude. -All right. Let's go.
-Doc. -Where am I?
Relax. It's all right.
-Where's my son? -At the hospital. We're headed there.
Ma'am, don't you worry.
Easy, ma'am.
That's it. Close your eyes.
Go back to sleep. That's right.
-Easy. -Go get some midazolam, can you?
You got it.
Where is it, Doc?
It should be here, but you've turned this place into a shithole.
Well, it's not here, Doc.
They should be there, man.
Hey, no, no, no, no! Lady, what are you doing?
-Don't touch me. -Listen, we just want to help. Okay?
-Hey, calm down! -Where is my son?
-No, no, no! -Dad, careful!
-What's the matter with you? -No! Where is my son?
-Be careful! -Dad. Dad!
Ma'am, please, relax.
-Hey, no, no, no. Put that down, ma'am. -Stay away from me.
-Stay away from me! -Calm down.
-We're all calm here, see? -Easy.
Careful, dude. Careful.
Fuck. Okay, lady, calm down now.
-Hey, hey, hey! -No!
-Grab her legs. One, two, three. -No, please. Get me out of here!
Let me go!
Doctor!
Everything's okay.
-Ma'am, please. I want to help. -Get me out of here!
Ramón!
-Quick, I need bandages! -Daniel! Daniel!
-We'll take you to him. -Let me out of here!
Let me out of here!
My son, please!
The fucking vials are missing, dude.
-She's fucking nuts, man. -Hand me one.
-My son. Please. No. -Easy. Everything's okay. You're fine.
My son! My son!
No!
Please let me out of here. I'm begging you, please! Please, please.
That's done for.
Did your dad see the tie rod?
Forget about that. The pinion is fucked.
Let's hope he doesn't die from another heart attack.
Damn.
I'm sorry, Ramón. We don't deal with crazy people.
Sorry, but we can't take her.
You're well aware we're in no position to do stuff for free.
Look, my boys will help you change the tire, no biggie.
But that's it.
We can't do more than that.
-I get it. It's-- -"I get it"?
What do you mean, "I get it"?
It's always the same, right?
I'm so done that when things go to shit, everybody backs out, right?
But the Tamayos will always be there, right?
So we can get fucked.
Don't you have anything to say?
Marigaby!
What's up with your daughter, Ramón?
It was you.
You murdered my son.
It was you.
You murdered my son.
Your son was already dead.
There was nothing we could do to save him.
And I'm sorry.
They say the emotions we don't show never stay still.
They never die.
They're buried alive and they come out later in worse ways.
But that's so easy to say when you're on the outside looking in.
Damn, Nayelly.
I wish we had gotten to know each other better.
In other news, inflation continues to rise in Mexico.
The consumer price index soared 9.2%…
You're up late.
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything to Ramón.
But, I don't know, I want him to see how much I value his effort.
Fuck, it's hard.
For him to see me as a brother.
I don't know, honey. Sometimes I think of Ramón and the whole gang
coming over every time they want to and…
It's weird, to be honest.
But listen, if that's what you want,
and if that makes you happy, it makes me happy too.
Your family is my family.
Luke.
Love you.
Well, I hope you're happy, Ramón.
PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL OF THE SOUTH MEXICO
The lady's great. The ambulance is fucked.
And we made the wonderful amount of zero dollars out of it.
Again.
What did you expect me to do?
You know how things are. Nobody wants to look after the wackos.
We don't call them "wackos," Ramón.
Look at that.
We're gonna spend some dough on the repairs.
And it's not like we have much lying around.
Off we go, Doc.
Doc?
Doc!
Damn it.
Look!
-What's this? -I figured out what happened to Nayelly.
Nayelly had a subarachnoid hemorrhage that showed no symptoms.
When they stabilized her,
they only checked her ribs, her lungs, her leg
and the things that presented immediate risks.
But after that, her hemorrhage continued.
Hence the headaches attributed to her general state.
-And-- -Tamayo.
When she took those aspirins for her headache…
-Tamayo, really? -…her blood thinned so much that…
-Tamayo. -…it caused brain hypoxia.
That kind of injury
could have been diagnosed and treated
had she gone to a hospital instead of me letting her medicate herself.
Is this why you missed the exam?
Were you doing this?
I needed to understand.
It was my fault. If I'd sent her to a hospital…
-No. No, no. -…she would have been fine,
-but I let her take that fucking aspirin! -No, no, no.
It wasn't your fault. It wasn't.
If it wasn't for you, she would've died right after the earthquake.
Do you understand? It wasn't your fa--
Wait. Wait.
Wait. Wait, Tamayo. Tamayo.
Not like this.
Tamayo, wait!
Tamayo!
I'm sorry, big guy, but this time it looks real busted.
Don't say that, man.
Yeah, and it ain't cheap.
How much are we talking?
-You'll have a heart attack… -Yo, what's up, fam?
Marcus?
What's up, Doc? You scared the shit out of us. Where are you?
You're gonna have to do this on your own.
Hey, wait. What?
What do you mean, "on your own"?
Where are you? We can go get you and talk it through.
Tell Dad that…
I'm off the ambulance.
Hey, come on, Marigaby. Don't do this, don--