The Best Heart Attack of My Life (2025) s01e04 Episode Script

1
THE EVENTS AND CHARACTERS PORTRAYED
IN THIS SERIES ARE REAL.
ANY RESEMBLANCE TO FICTION
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
-(difficult breathing)
-(stable cardiac monitor)
-(difficult breathing)
-(ears ringing)
-(choked breathing)
-(faster cardiac monitor beeps)
DOCTOR: Don't worry, Ariel.
We're almost there.
I'm trying to place the stent
right where you have
the coronary obstruction.
(stable cardiac monitor)
Contrast medium.
(choked breathing)
(music gets tense)
I like that.
Stent placed.
(Ariel exhales)
So, Ariel
Did the hippo you had on your chest
go away?
(exhales, relieved)
You won't die today, Ariel.
(inhales and exhales easily)
(soft melody, tense chords)
The Best Heart Attack of My Life
4. ARIEL, JAVIER, ALEJANDRA, AND JOE
ALEJANDRA: Coffee?
Thanks.
(door closes)
ALEJANDRA: Hun.
JAVIER: My love.
ALEJANDRA: We're waiting.
-(close noises)
-Concha.
-DOCTOR: Ariel's relatives.
-Yes.
DOCTOR: Had he arrived a minute later,
he would've died.
JAVIER: Oof.
DOCTOR: He had a heart attack.
We had to perform an angioplasty.
He felt better
when we placed the stent.
He must stay a few days
at the hospital.
We'll see how he progresses.
Now, please refer to the resident
on how to continue with the paperwork.
JAVIER: Great. Thanks.
RESIDENT: Next, go to the front-desk
to sign the hospitalization paperwork.
As you may know, the blood we used
must be donated.
-Okay?
-JAVIER AND ALEJANDRA: Yes, sure.
-RESIDENT: Goodbye.
-JAVIER AND ALEJANDRA: Thanks.
(door closes)
-(sighs)
-(calm melody keeps playing)
Well. (sighs)
(Javier sighs) That's a relief.
-Are you okay?
-Yes.
Stay at ease, Concha, and
We'll wait for a moment, and
Get going downstairs,
do the paperwork, and
-Yes, you must also donate blood.
-JAVIER: That.
CONCHA: Ah, no, not me.
I can't with needles.
(melody gets louder)
(melody reaches its climax)
(soft melody keeps playing)
(Javier sighs)
Concha.
Why don't you go home? Get some rest.
We'll stay here with Ale.
No, no. No way. No, no.
Ariel is stable. Don't worry.
Please rest.
You can stay home
for as long as you need.
Thanks.
Truly. For everything.
It's alright.
Anybody would've done the same.
I think we should try to contact
one of Ariel's relatives.
Don't you think so?
The thing is, I met Ariel two days ago.
Ah.
Okay.
(ambulance siren)
-(TV at the back)
-(phone ringing)
(ringing)
Hello?
Good evening. Are you Ariel's mother?
I'm calling to tell you that your son
had an accident.
Why the hell would you care
if I'm Ariel's mother or not?
What do you want? To sweet-talk me
into an express kidnapping?
Piece of shit.
Me, who went through so much in this life.
The war, the dictatorship, a famine.
Crawl back to the fucking hole
you came out from, son of a bitch.
(hangs up and tosses the phone)
(dogs barking)
(phone ringing)
(ringing)
Hello?
Madam, this is not a ransom call.
I'm not asking for money at all.
Madam, my name is Javier.
I'm calling from Montevideo.
I want to tell you that your son is fine.
He had a bit of a mishap, but he's fine.
I'm sorry, sir,
could you please repeat your name?
-(song on the TV)
-(phone vibrates)
Roberta?
(beep)
(birds singing)
(sighs)
(guitar song with melancholic vocals)
(sighs softly)
(notification)
CONCHA, WHERE ARE YOU?
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, WOMAN?
RUNNING AWAY AS ALWAYS. I'LL FIND YOU.
YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THE PAST.
(car speeding up)
(thunderous crash)
(clean hit)
(music fades out)
TITO: Here.
What's wrong with you,
boy?
What isn't wrong, Tito?
She won't pick up or check my messages.
Fuck her.
Practice some respect.
Quit being so surly.
Let me tell you something
I have learned in all these years.
Do you know
El Alcayata and El Chaqueta?
-Why would I, Tito.
-(harp)
El Chaqueta stole the Soleá de Alcalá
from El Alcayata.
He thought it was his.
He even tried to kill him, but no.
In the end,
the Soleá de Alcalá is El Chaqueta's.
Do you get it?
Even if you think they do, son,
nobody ever truly belongs to you.
Not even the girl.
She doesn't belong to you, or me.
She also left me behind, dammit.
(chokes)
God. (coughs)
-Are you okay, Tito?
-Let me in, dammit.
-(coughs repeatedly)
-(music pauses)
Where is this guy?
(speaker) Your attention, please.
(music resumes)
all passengers heading to Montevideo
Rober.
-No.
-No?
please head to boarding gate
number one.
Thank you.
Thank you for coming, Isa.
I had to, Rober.
Don't worry, Ariel will be fine.
(music keeps playing)
He told me you left him for a woman.
ISABEL: Uh-huh.
You did well.
I would've done the same.
(cap clatters)
Did you know that when he collapsed
he was with another girl?
(music stops)
Really?
(music resumes)
(ship's horn)
You sure you don't want a drink?
Coffee?
Whiskey.
No ice.
(click, fan turns on)
(last chord)
(birds chirping)
(phone vibrates)
(toilet flushing)
(phone vibrates)
(heartbeats)
HEARTBEATS AFTER THE HEART ATTACK
(phone vibrates)
(metal clashing)
(exhales)
(phone vibrates)
(exhales)
(phone vibrates)
So annoying.
(picks up)
Hi.
Chubby, what's up? Listen to this, it will
get you tripping, bro.
Yes, David
-Wait.
-Listen, listen.
I closed the deal to launch
El Gran Justiciero
at the Madrid Book Fair.
Do you know what it means?
You will break the bank.
That's good
But, the book must be ready earlier.
Give me some good news, man.
How is it going?
Eh David, listen carefully.
I'm at the hospital.
I almost died last night.
I had a heart attack.
(laughs) Don't joke with me like that,
you know I don't like it.
Besides, the book must be ready
in ten days. Well,
I'll call you later.
I'll eat something. (hangs up)
-(clapping)
-(dog barking)
(indistinct scream)
(sighs)
(joyful string music)
I think he's there.
Ah, he is.
-Hello.
-ISABEL: Hi.
ROBERTA: How are you?
-How is it going?
-Welcome.
Thank you very much.
It's a pleasure.
-Thanks.
-Please.
Isabel.
How is my boy?
Fine, stable, getting better.
-Good.
-Yeah.
I guess you want to see him quickly,
so I'll take you to the hospital
when you're ready.
-Yes.
-Okay.
What a nice house, isn't it beautiful?
-Thank you, Roberta.
-You must earn a lot.
(laughs)
Before we leave, may I go to the restroom?
Of course.
It's entering, on the right.
On the right. Thank you.
Please, please.
Thank you. Truly. Thanks.
Please.
Ale isn't here. She's at the hospital
taking care of Ariel.
We can leave the luggage here
and leave.
Concha is resting in the house.
Ah. Eh, do you know what I need?
Take Ariel's health insurance card
from his wallet. May I?
Of course, should I bring it?
No, I'll go. No worries.
(music gets louder, then stops)
(mosquito flying)
-(knocks on the door)
-Concha?
(clears throat)
TO ARIEL
(bed lifting sound)
(bed lifting sound)
(beep)
(beep)
ROBERTA: This one?
ISABEL: Should be this one.
MAN: Through this door.
-Son.
-ARIEL: Eh!
ISABEL: Eh!
What are you doing here?
Good grief.
How are you? You look fine, but-
Fine!
-You're fine?
-What's wrong? I'm fine.
"What's wrong," son?
What do you mean, you had a heart attack.
-"What's wrong," he says.
-What a day, huh?
-Please.
-Alejandra, my mom.
ISABEL: Sorry, I didn't see you.
-It's a pleasure.
-Isabel, hello.
She's basically the person
who saved my life.
Well.
I'll leave you alone, okay?
-Thanks.
-Thanks.
Wait, wait, wait.
Concha?
She's resting at home.
Want to tell her something?
-No.
-No?
No, it's okay.
Okay, I'll take my leave.
See you later.
-Thank you. For everything.
-Bye.
(sighs)
She's amazing.
How are you feeling?
Fine, I owe her my life.
Okay, I'll go to the restroom.
-ISABEL: There it is, Rober.
-No.
(door slams)
You scared me.
No, don't worry.
Yeah, I was told you'll be fine.
I'll be here for a few days. Don't worry.
Really.
I brought your stuff.
-Your laptop, what else
-Thanks.
-The red pad.
-Yep, I also got it.
-Leave it handy, I need it.
-It's there, yeah.
I'll leave it here, okay?
-Okay.
-You skipped death, huh.
I really did.
-I've been skipping.
-(Isabel laughs)
(bag and sheets rattle)
So, take a look
(whispers) Yours.
I didn't read it.
Will you read it?
Jealous?
(soft chuckle)
-It's private.
-Fine.
-Mr. Dick.
-(Isabel chuckles)
(door opens)
They're really picky here.
How long did it take you
to find a girl, huh?
No time.
How about you?
Well, visiting hours are over,
so we must leave.
ARIEL: Thank you.
I'm truly thankful.
Thanks for coming, Isa.
I'll be waiting at home, son.
-Get some rest.
-Okay.
Thanks.
(soft music)
(sighs)
CONCHA: Mr. Dick, where should I start.
I guess, first
First I should apologize.
I must disappear.
RUNNING AWAY AS ALWAYS. I'LL FIND YOU.
YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THE PAST.
YOU TURNED YOUR PHONE OFF?
COME ON, AT LEAST REPLY
(soft music)
You're so insistent, Joni, dammit.
-Why insistent?
-Come on.
Again, and again, and again,
and again, and again.
Come on, Tito, really.
Again, and again, and again.
It twists you and pisses you.
Hi, Chubby. Don't worry.
I'm on my way to Buenos Aires.
Take care, no pressure.
Just keep me updated.
Just keep on writing the book, okay?
I send you a hug.
Let me tell you something,
this generation has no work ethics.
If you have a deadline, you must meet it.
Even if you must work from your grave.
I don't give a damn.
(enigmatic music)
(effort grunts)
(sighs)
(beep)
BRIGANTI: Master!
How are you?
I was told you collapsed.
Chin up, okay? Chin up.
We must finish the book. Don't give up.
Actually, it's much better.
You'll be one week at the hotel,
they'll give you food.
You can spend all day writing.
A dream come true.
The last time I went to jail,
it was the same for me.
You have time to focus, check options,
increase your productivity.
Come on, boy, chin up, up, up.
Don't let yourself down, dumbass, okay?
You'll also get thinner after this.
Come on. Time is money, baby.
That is work ethics. Complying.
Eh?
You see, if you hire Briganti,
it will be expensive. (chuckles)
A fortune.
You won't be able to pay it.
But if you can,
Briganti will die or kill
to keep his word.
And his word is guaranteeing success.
Ariel understood this when
he worked with me in my last book.
He checked everything I wrote,
even
at the hospital.
We're birds of a feather.
(door opens)
-(music stops)
-(door closes)
ARIEL: Doctor.
CHICHO: Five days ago,
we told him he couldn't work.
The nurse just told me
that he spends 12 hours on his laptop
and he didn't sleep last night
because he was writing.
Maybe because I'm a writer.
And I'm a doctor.
Ariel.
Listen to him.
CHICHO: He'll be discharged tomorrow.
If he doesn't follow my instructions,
he'll die.
CHICHO: Just three things.
Cigarettes, never again.
Salty food, never again.
Exercise for 50 minutes, every day.
CHICHO: Is it clear?
What came after "cigarette"?
(chuckles)
Please talk to him.
Thanks, doctor.
Bye, Ariel.
JAVIER: Great, Chicho.
(door closes)
Quit smoking. And just two more things!
I haven't smoked since my heart attack.
You're on the right track. (exhales)
What's that?
A personal project.
What is it? Can I see?
JAVIER: Yeah, yeah.
You know that I get dialysis
three times a week.
Oh, yeah, the kidney thing
No, last time, during a trip,
the hemodialysis center
wasn't coordinated,
so my condition got worse.
Oh, I didn't know.
The idea, in this ambitious stage,
is connecting hemodialysis center,
patient, accommodation.
So when you travel, and I love travelling,
you can do so at ease.
I like it.
-JAVIER: You do?
-Yeah.
It has potential.
Yeah, a big one.
(beeps)
About Concha
You didn't see or speak
to her anymore, did you?
She left us a letter,
thanking us. That was it.
She disappeared.
(whispers) I mean,
she vanished.
(sighs)
(inhales) Oh well.
(lonely and wistful music)
(insects wheezing)
(water running)
-JAVIER: So?
-(Alejandra chuckles)
(sighs)
I'm checking how much I owe you.
My life, the house, the accommodation,
the hospital bill.
The ride was also expensive.
(laugh)
I'll come back in person to pay you
with 200% interest rate.
You're forgetting something.
What?
Five stars. Airbnb. And the review.
So that we can keep on doing it.
ARIEL: Thanks.
Let's take a picture.
We must record this moment. (chuckles)
ALEJANDRA: Next to the house.
There.
Say "heart attack." (laughing)
(snapshot)
ALEJANDRA: Great!
(music stops)
(sighs)
HOW WAS JAVIER'S HOUSE
WRITE YOUR REVIEW
(synthwave music)
ARIEL: Excellent house
for sedentary travelers
prone to myocardium infarction.
The area is beautiful
and has direct access
to the best hospitals.
AIRBNB ASKED ME TO REVIEW MY HOST.
THIS IS THE TRUTH.
Javier and Alejandra,
instantly become guardian angels,
LET'S MAKE IT VIRAL.
who will save your life
without knowing you.
They'll rush you to the hospital
in their own car while you're dying.
THIS IS SO COOL!
And stay in the waiting room
YOU'RE AMAZING.
while you get a bypass.
-(notification)
-(news in Spanish)
An extraordinary event happened
this weekend in Montevideo
(in French) when a man, writer,
of 45 years suffered a heart attack
(in Portuguese) His Airbnb hosts,
Alejandra and Javier,
(in English) gave him immediate
assistance and took him to the hospital
where his life was saved
(in Japanese) The writer published
his review in Airbnb and it went viral.
JAVIER: We are fully booked.
-ALEJANDRA: This is the schedule?
-Yes.
-It's full. (laughs)
-Fully booked. No free dates.
I can't believe it!
VANCOUVER, CANADA
TED CONFERENCE
(in English) Thankfully, out of
the 123 million stays we've ever hosted,
less than a fraction of 1%,
have been problematic.
Turns out,
people are justified in their trust.
And when it works out just right,
trust can be absolutely magical.
We had a guest,
he stayed with a host in Uruguay,
who suffered a heart attack.
The host rushed him to the hospital,
and even donated their own blood
for the operation.
Let me read you his review.
(laughter)
"Excellent house for sedentary travelers
prone to myocardium infarction.
The area is beautiful and has
direct access to the best hospitals."
(car horn) (in Spanish) Oh my, please,
what are you?
(Joe in English) "Javier and Alejandra
instantly become guardian angels,
who will save your life
without even knowing you.
They will rush you to the hospital
in their own car,
while you're dying,
and stay in the waiting room,
while the doctors give you a bypass."
ARIEL (in Spanish): They don't let you
fall into depression or feel lonely.
They bring you books to read.
And refuse to charge you the extra days
you stayed in their home.
Highly recommended.
(in English) "Highly recommended!"
(laughter and applause)
(applause)
(Joe) Of course,
not every stay is like this.
But the connection beyond the transaction,
is exactly what the sharing economy
is aiming for.
(cheers and applause)
You were great.
-Oh, really?
-Yes.
Oh, thank you, Sensei.
-What do you think?
-You were amazing.
-Oh, really?
-Great.
Oh, thank you.
-Wonderful, Joe.
-Oh, thank you, Maya.
What's the highest engagement?
Well, you know?
I think it was part of the reading.
(music fades out)
I have to meet them.
(insects)
(heartbeats)
HEARTBEATS AFTER THE HEART ATTACK
-(moos)
-(birds chirping)
(car speeding)
JAVIER (in Spanish): If someone told me
about this week, I wouldn't believe them.
ALEJANDRA: I swear I feel
as if a steamroller had run me over.
I'm too tired.
-It was a tsunami.
-For sure.
Once we arrive, I'll sleep
for two days straight.
I told my brother not to wake us up,
-not to knock on our door,
-(notification)
and let us sleep.
YOU HAVE 1 RESERVATION
-What is this?
-What?
An Airbnb reservation.
Oh, no.
-Ale, this can't be.
-What?
Joe Gebbia.
What? What is that?
Joe Gebbia, Airbnb's CEO.
He'll stay at our home.
That's spam, hun. It's obvious.
He's a millionaire.
It's him, Ale!
-Are you sure?
-Yes.
He wants some days at our home
to meet us.
(happy music)
(both laugh)
ALEJANDRA: It can't be. (chuckles)
-Are you sure?
-Yes!
FOR PANCHO