Breathless (2024) s01e04 Episode Script

1
Good morning.
3 WEEKS LATER
We're here today to discuss
the agreed conditions for the strike.
The strike as agreed will not be enough.
If we do what we always do,
we'll get what we always get: nothing.
We propose that when the strike
begins tomorrow at Joaquín Sorolla,
we refuse to run minimum services.
What?
They know we're going to strike,
but not without minimum services.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, Doctor.
No minimum services?
-What does that mean?
-It means we do nothing.
We sit on our hands. That's it.
Right, so we won't even
cover the ER? Or the ICU?
The idea is to make such a strong stand
that they have no choice but to give in.
Rodrigo was the tip of the iceberg.
None of us will sit on our hands
when a patient is in need.
If we stop now,
we can help them all later.
This isn't about saving ourselves.
This is about saving public healthcare.
The situation is untenable.
How many of you
don't have time to see patients?
How many of you spend
more time at work than home?
How many of us are burned out
and can't take it anymore?
We must stand together.
If the higher-ups find out before,
all this will have been for nothing.
Guys, we have to come together.
For Rodrigo, damn it.
Néstor just said it.
All those in favor of a strike
without minimum services,
raise your hand.
This affects us all. Don't be selfish.
-I'm not being selfish, damn it.
-You can't just think about yourself.
I vote in favor.
-For Rodrigo.
-But
-Me too.
-Me too.
-For Rodri.
-We're with you, Rodrigo.
-For Rodrigo.
-For Rodri.
Come on.
-For Rodri.
-For Rodrigo.
-This is an outrage.
-May, please.
No, not "May, please"!
I refuse to take part in this farce!
You can do what you want,
but count me out.
May.
-May.
-No, please.
I'll talk to her.
-May!
-May!
-May.
-May, wait.
Hey, May.
-May.
-May, wait a second.
What the hell are you doing?
I don't get it. Rodri was your friend.
Rodri isn't here anymore.
But we are, and I have a lot to lose.
And we don't? You don't give a damn.
You're off to Germany, so screw us, right?
Go to hell.
Can we calm down?
May!
Can we relax? Don't strike
if you don't want to, but don't tell.
I'm not a rat. You can do
whatever the hell you want.
Whatever you think, Néstor isn't a god.
Sometimes he's wrong.
And this time, he is.
This is going to blow up in your faces.
BREATHLESS
645 NEW MESSAGES
How are you?
How many phones did my brother have?
They keep showing up everywhere.
Loads. He always had a spare
in case he couldn't livestream.
Listen, Néstor asked me
to tell you something.
If it's about the minimum services,
I told him he can do whatever he wants.
No, it's not that.
He wants to do a tribute to Rodri.
Tomorrow, before the strike starts.
A tribute?
Yeah, as a starting signal.
I think it's a good idea,
and it would help the strike.
If you really want to help
throw all this away.
Look at her.
What's your problem?
All right, then.
STRIKE!
She's always the same.
She talks about the ER,
but he was her friend.
What a bitch.
May I?
Careful, you're sitting with the outcast.
What did you expect
after the scene you made?
I don't know.
A little support from you, actually.
To know my girlfriend isn't crazy too.
Hey!
Lower your voice, please.
What?
You're ashamed of us,
but not of letting people die in the ER?
First, I'm not ashamed,
especially not of you.
Last I checked, you agreed
to keep it quiet because it's easier.
Or did you change your mind?
No, right?
Second, we won't let anyone die.
You heard Dr. Moa.
Oh, right.
It's not shame, it's stupidity.
I want you to understand
my reasons for the strike.
Not interested?
No? You won't listen?
Seriously?
Okay.
Perfect.
Enjoy your lunch.
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, MAN?
AT LEAST ANSWER ME.
I'M GOING TO THE HOSPITAL, SEE YOU THERE?
-See you later.
-See you. Bye.
BEST NOT,
I DON'T WANT TO COMPLICATE THINGS.
I'VE STARTED SEEING SOMEONE.
I'M NOT THE JEALOUS TYPE.
-Hey.
-See you, Quique.
BUT MY BOYFRIEND IS. SORRY.
The reports from 204.
Thanks, Doctor.
Jésica.
I've been looking for you all morning.
I've been waiting
a day and a half to hear from you.
I know, sorry.
I'm in over my head with this strike.
How are you?
Are you asking me
for real or out of guilt?
I'm asking you for real.
I know I've not been the best boyfriend
these past few weeks, but
Hell, none of this is easy.
"None of this is easy"?
My brother committed suicide,
and none of this is easy for you?
Sorry.
Listen, why don't we
Why don't we have dinner tonight
and talk about everything?
Please.
Okay.
The chemo's working.
The tumor seems to have shrunk.
It's ready to be operated on, right?
Patricia will be pleased.
Well, one more round wouldn't hurt.
To delay the surgery for the strike?
To shrink the tumor further
and have better chances in the OR.
Patricia won't mind waiting.
One more round?
That's another month, damn it.
You're kidding me, Néstor.
For fuck's sake!
Why not operate now?
You'd still have to go
on the hospital's waiting list.
We'd be in the same position.
Then I'll go private.
Then I can't be part of the surgery.
But I need you there.
I'm desperate.
I need you to take it out.
Néstor, I want it out.
Take it out, please.
-Take it out, damn it!
-All right. Okay.
But we'll have to do
the surgery tomorrow, okay?
Tomorrow?
It's our only option.
-Am I that sick?
-I told you, no.
You'll need an anesthesia test
and an MRI, that's important.
You'll be admitted today.
Biel, find a bed.
-It'll be difficult on such short notice.
-Find her a bed.
Hang on. Wait a minute, please.
I don't understand.
How did we go from one month to tomorrow?
Is it the strike?
It's not the strike, Patricia.
-What are you not telling me?
-Nothing.
I promise you, tomorrow you'll be closer
to putting this cancer behind you.
I'm with you.
What have we got?
Pregnant female, 35, car crash.
Hypotensive and tachycardic.
Possible chest trauma and hemothorax.
-Call Gynecology.
-Please, my baby.
Don't worry,
we'll take care of both of you.
She's coding. Resus room!
-She's been down for 5:20.
-25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.
She's still in asystole.
One, two, three, four.
One milligram of adrenaline
every two minutes.
Bring O-neg blood.
I need the portable scanner
to check the fetus. Go!
Six minutes.
One, two, three, four.
25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.
Six and a half minutes.
There's a heartbeat. Save the mom,
or we do an emergency C-section.
-She's not even 24 weeks.
-How long has she been down?
-Seven and a half minutes.
-Heart rate's dropping.
Tell Peds a preemie's coming. Scalpel.
Wait! Let's check for a rhythm.
She has a pulse.
Non-reactive pupils.
It was difficult, but I got the room.
-Patricia's on her way.
-Great.
We need to do the MRI,
or we'll go into the surgery blind.
I already asked
and there are no slots for the MRI.
-We'll have to delay it, right?
-No.
She needs surgery as soon as possible.
I think she needs us
to tell her the truth.
You're rushing
to operate before the strike.
Biel, I'm trying to do what's best.
Do my duty to my patient
and keep the strike quiet.
It's best for everyone.
Trust me.
I want you in the OR tomorrow.
You've earned it.
Why do you need to bombard
recovering patients with union demands?
I don't get it.
Patients' spirits need to be lifted,
not dampened, don't you think?
Okay, we're all done here.
I'll bring you your snack now.
-What are you doing?
-My snack. Graham crackers.
-Will you stop scaring the staff?
-I'm not scaring anyone.
I'm testing the waters
because this hospital started the strike.
Yeah, but it's also the hospital
where you're having surgery for cancer.
Didn't you bring any casual clothes?
Oh, Emilio, honestly. You sound
more like my mother than my advisor.
I'll go get them. I'll be back.
Hey, Patricia, promise me you'll rest.
-Yes, sure.
-Please.
Don't get worked up
about work, strikes, or anything.
-Okay? Rest.
-Rest.
BREAST CANCER SURGERY
No change?
She's brain dead.
She was down for too long.
-And the baby?
-Stable.
The family has decided
to keep her alive until it can be born.
Dr. Fuster.
We're preparing the patient's transfer.
I need you to sign these.
What transfer?
Doctor, we're transferring
all the ICU patients to nearby hospitals.
We can't cope.
She either goes to Alicante or stays here.
And tomorrow at midnight,
no one will be here.
All right. We'll do it tonight.
I'll oversee the transfer myself.
Thank you.
Thanks.
What the hell?
May, please. Don't make this harder.
Patricia, how are you?
Dr. Moa asked me to tell you
that we won't be able to do the MRI.
But isn't it important?
If Néstor says we can go ahead,
I'm sure it will be fine.
Oh, okay.
I've been looking online.
Damn it, Patricia.
The one thing you shouldn't have done.
I know, but what can I do now?
Yes, I looked. I couldn't help it.
-What's worrying you?
-Néstor said I'd keep my breast.
But I read that the majority
of patients have it removed.
I don't want it removed, Biel.
Yeah.
Well, if he said that,
it's because it won't have to be.
Trust him.
Okay.
-Paula?
-Yes?
-Give this to Lorena, she's on tonight.
-Okay.
-Bye, honey.
-Bye. Good night.
760 NEW MESSAGES
Hurry, please. Hurry.
I hope everything goes okay.
WE WON'T FORGET YOU
-Make way.
-Are we moving him to Colón?
Let's go.
Look out, please.
ARE YOU PICKING ME UP NOW?
I'M ON MY WAY OUT.
-See you tomorrow.
-See you.
SORRY, I CAN'T TONIGHT IN THE END.
I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU. I PROMISE.
ARE YOU FREE?
I NEED YOUR HELP WITH SOMETHING.
NEARLY THERE.
REMIND ME WHICH APARTMENT.
13 ALBUFERA STREET,
1ST LEFT. I'M WAITING FOR YOU
COMING UP.
-What the hell are you doing here?
-Your relationship lasted one day, huh?
Or was the boyfriend a lie too?
Wow. I mean, you're fucking insane.
You made all that up just to come here?
-Are you sure it will be in his stuff?
-Yeah, I'm sure.
Shit.
Fuck, I think
my roommate is on his way up.
-You need to leave. I'm sorry.
-No. Not until you explain yourself.
Fine, come in.
Hurry up. There at the back.
-All right, jeez.
-Shit.
Hello?
Quique?
Quique, you left the street door open.
Shit. Sorry, Biel, I got distracted.
I'm kind of busy right now.
Don't laugh.
This isn't fucking funny, okay?
It serves you right for lying.
And on top of that,
I'm starting to come up on this shit.
Goddamn it.
Jesus.
It's so fucking hot.
Rodri kept a notebook with passwords.
It might have the one for his cell phone.
I just want it to stop going off already.
Here it is.
Try 1226.
You'll always be in our hearts.
We're going to miss you.
Thank you for taking care of us.
You'll always be a legend.
I watch your videos every morning.
Your brother was a star.
He had tons of followers.
Rodri helped a lot of people.
DELETE PROFILE?
-What are you doing?
-I'm fucking sick of it!
Sick of you all talking
about him as if he were a saint!
All he did was make shitty videos.
Look, I get that you feel guilty.
-But Rodri doesn't deserve this.
-And I do?
Do I deserve all this?
And I don't feel guilty.
I feel angry! So angry!
Because he chose to make shitty videos
instead of growing some balls
and being a real doctor.
What is this? This is fucking bullshit!
Jésica.
Stop.
It's okay.
I miss him.
I don't know
what I'm going to do without my brother.
-First, you have to forgive him.
-I can't.
-Yes.
-I swear I can't.
I know it's hard, but you have to.
-Sorry.
-No.
-Sorry.
-No, don't be.
-I'm sorry.
-Don't be sorry.
-Holy shit.
-Fuck.
Are they fucking?
Sounds like it.
Damn.
And doesn't hearing
other people fucking turn you on?
I'm so high on Molly right now,
even that chair turns me on.
-You're on Molly?
-Yeah, a bit.
Got any left?
Even a little makes me horny.
Óscar, stop.
Stop, please.
Stop. Fuck.
Fuck.
You can't get hard?
I just
-I got a bit distracted, sorry.
-Sure.
It's not that you're not into me
or that I'm your boss's son.
It's that I have HIV, right?
Come on, Óscar.
-It's not that, I swear.
-Sure.
It's cool, man.
I'll take a piss and go.
Óscar, wait a minute, please.
Damn it.
For fuck's sake.
On the count of three, carefully.
One, two, three.
May, please,
I don't want to argue anymore.
Me neither. I came to help.
This chaos you've caused
isn't the baby's fault.
Slowly but surely.
-Everything ready in Alicante?
-Yes, I've spoken to them.
Come on. We're doing well.
Almost there. Careful.
Shit!
Call Gyn and Peds
for an emergency C-section.
Let's go to the OR.
She's deteriorating.
Damn it. Her heart's too damaged.
-Damn it. She's coding.
-Shit.
-Should I get the crash cart?
-Hurry!
-Fetal bradycardia.
-You'll have to start.
I've never done one alone.
It's too premature.
It has little chance of survival.
Better than no chance.
You start and they'll take over.
May!
Hold on.
The baby's heart is failing. Get it out!
It's stuck. I can't get to the uterus.
Don't hold back.
She's dead, the baby's not.
Rocío, I need you to pull the skin.
Pull hard, make some space.
-It's too slippery.
-Hurry, before its heart stops.
Okay. Wait.
-Got it.
-Okay.
-Cut. Clamp.
-Clamp.
Anesthetists Vázquez and
What the hell happened here?
To the OR, now! Quickly!
You move a patient without consent
and perform a botched C-section.
What were you thinking?
Its heartbeat was dropping.
We would've lost it.
Very nice.
But if you hadn't moved the patient,
this would never have happened.
It was my fault, Pilar.
I accept full responsibility.
There's no need to accept it. It's yours.
May's a resident,
she can afford to screw up,
but you're an attending.
Again, why did you move
the patient from the ICU?
Why did you let May do the procedure?
Dr. Amaro
Alicante has a better NICU.
I thought the mom would make the trip.
I made a mistake.
Yes, you made a big mistake.
No one will erase
this black mark on your record.
Not hungry?
I mean, this is inedible.
Maybe it's true after all
and public healthcare needs a little push.
It's on the list of requests
you've had on your desk for weeks.
Well, when all this is over,
we'll sit down and chat
about your requests.
"When all this is over"?
When you operate
and take out this goddamn cancer.
Can you stay?
Until I fall asleep. We can talk.
The nurse gave me a sleeping pill,
but it didn't do anything.
What do you want to talk about?
I don't know.
About you.
How you became
Spain's most famous oncologist,
for example.
Let's see.
I had a professor at college who said
there were three types of doctors:
those who have a calling,
those who do it because of family,
and those who are in it for the money.
You have a calling. No mystery there.
No. My calling came later.
I'm a doctor thanks to my family.
-You have doctors in the family?
-No.
You're getting them all wrong.
I got good grades.
My parents were obsessed
with me going to med school,
and I always did what they wanted, so
here I am.
Ah, you're a nerd.
That's not what you say in the interviews.
Right.
The rebel doctor image
works better for me.
Good boys have no appeal.
You have your charm.
Tell me about you.
Did you always want to be a politician?
Not at all. Believe it or not,
my family is working-class and left-wing.
-Always has been.
-Wow.
-They must be pleased.
-Pleased?
Not at all. You should've seen my uncle.
You don't know the fuss he made
when he found out I joined the party.
A leftist all his life, then suddenly,
his favorite niece, a right-winger.
Poor guy.
-What does he do now?
-Well, if today is Thursday?
He died ten years ago, on a Thursday.
-I'm sorry.
-Not of cancer.
You can put that on my record.
I'll remove yours tomorrow.
I promise.
We have to find a contradiction
in Joana's statement.
Hugo says she undressed herself
and that it was all consensual.
It's his word against hers,
and undressing isn't consent.
-You know best, the expert feminist.
-Where did that come from?
Sorry.
Sorry, that was unfair.
Do you think I taught our son
to undress drunk women?
-To fuck them without a condom?
-I'm sure Hugo didn't do that.
What if he did?
What if I raised a rapist
without even realizing?
Listen to me.
If so, it wouldn't be your fault.
You've been an amazing mom.
You've always been there.
How many moms think that?
And in reality,
they don't know their kids at all?
That's what scares me the most.
I swear, sometimes
I look at him and I feel dizzy,
as if I don't know who he is,
as if it's his face, but not him.
I don't know.
If anyone's to blame
for not being there, it's me.
I don't hold it against you anymore.
A kid can't raise another kid.
That's why you didn't tell me
when he was arrested.
You didn't think I could handle it.
I'm sorry.
I get why you didn't rely on me,
but from now on,
to help Hugo, we have to be a team.
What is it?
Don't tell me there's more.
Leo, you're scaring me.
I have to tell you something.
STRIKE NOW
The strike.
What?
It's that
Néstor will announce tomorrow
that we won't run minimum services.
You didn't come home last night.
I stayed here.
This strike isn't going to end well.
We knew we'd have to make sacrifices, May.
-Yeah, but your sacrifices affect me too.
-How?
It'll be harder for you
to get a job in Germany now.
Because you didn't have the guts
to tell Dr. Amaro the truth.
The truth?
I don't care about my record.
I don't want to go to Germany.
What do you mean?
-We've been planning it for months.
-No, you have.
You, who only listens to yourself.
Do you know how hard it is to talk to you?
You're like a brick wall.
All right.
I'm listening.
Say what you have to say.
Go on.
Say it.
I want to break up.
I have a good reason
for telling him, but I can't tell you.
-You sell us out and can't say why?
-No. But I called the press.
I said we have an important announcement.
Everything's set.
-In case we have to strike early.
-Okay.
-I screwed up.
-Yeah.
But as much as they want to,
they can't stop it now.
-I hope you're right.
-Yeah.
No minimum services?
Have you lost your mind?
Take any decisions you need to.
The strike goes ahead.
Conspiring against the hospital.
You've outdone yourself.
If you don't stop this madness,
I'll start calling in replacement teams.
Sorry, but there's no going back.
Do what you must.
What do we do?
Call the health minister?
A SWAT team? What do we do?
Calm down, Lluís.
The president of the region
is two floors down, damn it.
Playing with patients' lives
is fine in theory.
In practice, they won't dare.
We'll see.
Leave it to me.
Biel.
It's likely we'll have
to bring the strike forward.
Once Patricia's in the OR,
alert the press and go to the tribute.
-Okay?
-Is everything okay?
Yes, everything's fine.
I'll go change for surgery.
-Good morning.
-Hi, Dr. Moa.
-Quite a show you've put on.
-It's not a show, it's a demand.
-I'm out of here. I have surgery.
-No, you don't.
-Why?
-I'm the Chief of Surgery.
Think you can just change
the schedule as you please?
I can't stop you, but I decide the order.
And you're going last.
You're such a bitch.
You might not finish before midnight.
Will you leave halfway through
because of the strike?
And will you play
with a patient's life, Pilar?
-Me?
-Yes, you.
I haven't done anything. This is all you.
I'm just holding up a mirror
to show you how wrong you are.
Want to operate?
Operate. No one's stopping you.
Want to abandon your patient
when the strike starts? Do it.
We'll see how that goes down
in those magazines you love being in.
Don't provoke me, Amaro.
It's not a provocation.
It's a lesson.
It's not the same when you care
about the patient you're abandoning.
Is it?
-Thanks, Arturo.
-No worries, Doctor.
They've still got two hours.
We won't have time.
We have to tell Patricia.
No. We'll bring her up to the OR now.
Once she's here, start the tribute
and announce the strike. Okay?
-And hide her so she doesn't find out?
-Exactly.
Clean.
Néstor, that won't end well.
We have to tell her the truth.
We can still cancel it.
No.
I promised I'd operate today,
and that's what I'll do.
No matter what.
Scalpel.
Biel.
It will be fine.
Hold.
A little more.
Patricia, how are you?
You took ages.
The OR's been busy.
We'll take you up now.
-Is everything okay?
-Yes, it's always like this here.
-Get into bed, please.
-All right.
Leave your phone.
Nothing can be taken up to the OR.
-Shall I put it in your bag?
-Okay.
There we go.
Okay.
Don't be afraid, Patricia.
It will be okay.
FOR RODRIGO
They're dismantling
Thank you for being here.
With this tribute, we wish to honor
our colleague and friend, Rodrigo,
and make an important announcement.
When the strike begins at Sorolla,
we won't meet the minimum services.
-Well said, Biel.
-That's right.
-That's right.
-Bravo.
So what happened to Rodrigo
never happens to anyone ever again.
-That's right.
-Well said.
-Bravo!
-Thank you.
Bravo!
-Yeah!
-That's right.
Public healthcare!
Public healthcare!
For Rodri!
Public healthcare!
For Rodri!
Public healthcare: in breaking news,
the announced strike
will have no minimum services.
Excuse me. I need to speak
to Patricia Segura urgently.
-She was taken to the OR.
-You'll have to wait until she comes out.
-How are they doing?
-Still not done.
-Gauze.
-We announced it.
Great.
Now all we can do is wait.
Go get some rest, I'll stay here.
Inserting the IV.
Come on.
Come on.
Public healthcare!
We're at Joaquín Sorolla public hospital
in Valencia, where at midnight,
an unprecedented
healthcare strike will begin.
I'll go there.
Emergency services are losing patience!
Forceps.
STRIKE
Midnight, folks.
The strike begins.
-Let's close and go.
-No one's going anywhere.
We finish the surgery.
What do we do?
Return to your positions.
Pilar, we've been operating too long.
She can't handle more stress.
Oh, you want to stop operating
to prevent more stress?
Not because of your fanatical devotion
to this absurd strike?
I'm staying. Who's with me?
-We said we'd remove her cancer.
-Patricia's important.
-But so is the strike.
-Does she know that?
Dr. Moa, what do we do?
Let's go.
I'm staying.
Biel, by my side.
Pilar, there are only three of us.
I said we continue.
Today you'll prove
why you were Moa's favorite.
What a mess.
-We have to remove the breast.
-I said she'd keep it.
How could you say that without an MRI
to know the extent of the tumor?
Come, feel.
Notice the difference in consistency?
This is all tumor. We can't save anything.
It's likely spread to the lymph nodes.
Metastasis?
We don't know yet.
We remove the breast. Tray.
She's deteriorating.
Probe. We need
to remove the affected nodes.
-No, norepinephrine first.
-Give me gauze.
-The probe, Biel!
-I can't find it.
Without the probe,
I can't locate the sentinel node.
-Sats are dropping, Pilar.
-Biel, call the Nurses' Station.
-They're all on strike.
-She's going to crash.
Pilar!
What do we do?
There was more tumor mass
than the tests showed.
I'm sorry.
You removed my breast?
You removed my breast.
You removed my breast.
Yes.
And I'm afraid
we'll have to operate again.
It's still inside me?
Yes, you still have cancer.
Fuck.
Where's Néstor?
I don't believe this.
Where the hell is Néstor?
Subtitle translation by: Josephine Irving