Breathless (2024) s01e05 Episode Script
Episode 5
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Segura, step down!
NO MINIMUM SERVICES
Segura, step down!
FOR RODRIGO
Segura, step down!
Segura, step down!
Segura, step down!
Segura's rise, healthcare's demise!
Segura's rise, healthcare's demise!
Assaults on healthcare workers
have increased by 38%.
We're burdened with such
huge pressure and responsibility
that the suicide rate in our profession
is significantly higher
than in the rest of the population.
Segura, step down!
You clapped for us before.
Now, we're just asking you to listen.
And we won't stop until you do.
BREATHLESS
The wound is healing nicely.
For God's sake. How dare he?
-Patricia
-No, please, I beg you.
You abandoned me in the OR.
Because of you, I lost my breast
and have cancer spreading inside me.
You promised my recovery
would be the most important thing
and that the doctor
would prevail over the unionist.
And I trusted you.
When I was most vulnerable.
I decided to believe you.
But you sold me out.
-For a goddamn strike.
-The strike had nothing to do with it.
-The surgery shouldn't have continued.
-Or rather, it shouldn't have started.
The tumor was much bigger than expected.
Your body was in a fragile state.
The best thing to do
was to stop and reevaluate.
Well, if you'd done
-What the hell's it called?
-An MRI.
-If you'd done an MRI, I wouldn't be here.
-Quite right.
Leave me with my patient, please.
Count on me for whatever you need.
Thank you.
We'll talk later.
Patricia, even though I'm on strike,
I've treated you from the start.
I'm the doctor who knows your case best.
Including Biel, who's only a resident.
Well, since you know my case best,
tell me, do I have metastasis?
The doctor couldn't give me a diagnosis,
but I'm sure you can.
You have the guts.
Has it spread to the lymph nodes?
How long do I have?
We don't know yet.
And when?
Patricia, take it easy.
And when the hell will you know?
If there's no one here to test me.
I'm sorry.
Néstor.
Néstor!
Yes?
Néstor.
You're not a doctor anymore.
You're a danger to the public.
And I'm going to make sure
that you never practice again.
You're forgetting something.
I'm not just your patient,
I'm the goddamn president.
We'll cover the ER
and only operate in extreme cases.
Triage is reduced to three levels:
red wristbands, high priority,
yellow wristbands, kept for observation,
and green wristbands,
referred to Esperança and Sant Vicent.
Got it?
You'll be working without attendings,
so support each other.
You're very capable doctors,
and you're going to prove it.
I'm freaking out.
AREN'T YOU GOING TO STOP BY?
MESSAGE DELETED
May, don't ignore me too,
I have enough enemies as it is.
ROCÍO HAS BEEN BLOCKED
I don't know if it's an allergy
or I've caught something deadly.
-May!
-Sorry.
I have a lot on my mind.
-I'm glad you came to your senses.
-Here, from the ER.
Let's go?
And I bet it's your detergent.
Or that Dr. Moa looks at you differently
since you betrayed him.
But you did the right thing.
You stayed in the OR.
Despite this shitty situation,
I'm happy not to be working with Leo.
Let the chaos begin.
-Gerard Serra!
-Here.
Bunch of slackers!
My husband wasn't even tested!
Calm down, sir!
No, I won't!
Can't you see he fainted?
-He fell and no one's helping!
-What's wrong?
What do you want? A clap?
-Hey!
-I'll clap in your faces!
-Get off!
-What are you doing?
-Sorry.
-Rocío, are you okay?
-Let me see.
-What are you doing, man?
-Someone's hurt. I see blood.
-You can't act like that.
-The tension is palpable.
-Calm down, okay?
-Sorry.
-Put yourself in our
What happened?
Nothing, some asshole.
Let me see.
It's nothing.
No one will treat me.
Please, I can't take
this knee pain anymore!
How are you?
Someone take a look at me, please.
-Don't worry.
-Please!
How are you?
Now you're learning German?
You must be bored doing nothing all day.
May
Come home.
Or, well, I don't know.
For a few days, until you find a place.
Where are you sleeping?
Go to hell.
Shit.
We need to talk. We're having a baby.
Put ice on it three times a day.
Damn it.
I've got a surprise visitor!
I said no visitors.
Not even a health minister in crisis?
Ventura.
Ventura.
Have you seen the mess we're in?
And I'm stuck in here.
It's like a bad joke.
I don't get why you didn't go private.
We can't get into Santa Ana
for another three days.
-And that's doing us a favor.
-Anyway, enough nonsense.
What are your thoughts?
Have you got any plans
against unprecedented healthcare strikes?
I came to see how you are,
not to get you to work.
Come on.
I can't sit back
and do nothing, so tell me.
Do you have the unions' demands?
Patricia.
This is a tough time for you.
We think it's best
if you step down for a while.
Look after yourself.
But I can't do nothing.
Take sick leave, rest.
You're serious?
You want to cast me aside now?
Did you know something?
What would I know?
Patricia.
It's not that.
What is it then?
Tell me what it is.
Don't give me that look.
I know when I'm being played.
And it takes more intelligence
than yours, Venturita.
And flowers
that cost a lot more.
-Let's calm down.
-You calm down.
Right?
Tell me, how would you feel
if you knew you were responsible
for bringing
the entire health system to a halt,
and for that reason, you might die,
while the vultures
in your party fight over your position?
How would you feel?
Patricia, don't be stubborn.
Sooner or later, you'll have to stop.
It's for your own good.
No.
I won't
I won't allow it.
If they take this away from me,
they take everything.
Everything.
File this one.
-Yes, Doctor.
-Thanks.
Doctor, please, I need help.
I cut myself on the cleats of a boot.
If it's a cut, go to the medical center.
We're swamped here.
They sent me here. Please, help me.
Let me see.
-Okay, apply pressure.
-Okay.
-Come with me.
-Thank you.
Excuse me.
The anesthetic will sting a little,
then you won't feel a thing.
Okay.
What's up? How's it going over here?
Deep cut. Six centimeters.
Excuse me, sorry.
Could we talk for a minute?
I'm stressing out, man, I
I don't care if you're a scab anymore.
Can't you see I'm busy?
You need to do a subcutaneous suture.
Look how open it is.
Jesus.
Then an intradermal one,
if you know how to,
because the girl can't have
a scar on her face.
Thanks.
Don't mention it.
The thing is,
I've never lost a hard-on before,
Menchu, I swear.
The kid thought it was
because of his condition, but it wasn't.
Oh, that's a shame.
And couldn't it be
that you were nervous, honey?
I mean, maybe you got stressed out
and thought, "I won't perform."
-The usual thing.
-Me? No way.
-Óscar and I met at a chemsex party.
-What the hell is that?
A party where orgies take place.
You're with one guy, then suddenly,
four dicks are in your face.
-No kidding!
-Quique, please.
What?
The point is,
Óscar and I had sexual relations.
Is that better?
And it's never happened before.
-No?
-No idea what it was.
Something always happens to guys
when you start liking someone.
You have a mental block.
-You think so?
-It's math, honey.
-Did that happen to you?
-To me?
-Yep.
-And what did you do?
I married him.
-You're kidding.
-I swear.
I mean, Óscar and I flirt,
we turn each other on and all that,
but I don't think I like him.
You don't like him, yet you've been
talking about him for ten sutures.
-That's true.
-Yeah.
-I've been like this for hours.
-I've had enough. Let's go.
One moment, please!
May I have your attention, please?
If you can go to Sant Vicent, do so.
This is a disgrace!
I'm not leaving until I'm seen.
We've been here over four hours!
We came from Sant Vicent.
No minimum services there either.
What?
"Sant Vicent University Hospital
joins the strike without minimum services
started by Sorolla two days ago."
"Meanwhile, Segura's government
hides in silence amidst a health crisis."
It's out of control.
If it keeps spreading,
we'll have to take drastic measures.
Let's focus. What do we do now?
Meet with them and listen to them.
See if they calm down.
Okay, Emilio.
-Here.
-Thanks, Doctor.
Dr. Amaro, how's your son?
My son?
I'm the EMT who brought him in.
You brought him in?
Yes. I wanted to talk to you,
but we haven't crossed paths.
Thank God a doctor was with him,
or he wouldn't have made it.
A doctor? What doctor?
Segura, step down!
Segura, step down!
Segura's rise, healthcare's demise!
Segura's rise, healthcare's demise!
Public healthcare!
Public healthcare!
-Fake!
-Phony!
Get out of here!
Phony!
Well, here I am.
Patricia Segura, in the flesh.
You have every reason to be here
and to have reached this point.
I understand you.
And I don't blame you.
Rodrigo's death was a real blow.
A real blow.
-We lost a colleague.
-Yes.
But how far will this go?
To total collapse?
I'm here.
I'm here to listen.
On one condition: the strike ends today.
-Yeah, right.
-Oh, sure.
-Come off it!
-Get out of here!
Patricia.
The Health Department
has had our demands for months.
And you should be in bed.
I should be in bed,
but I'm here with all of you.
The Health Department won't do anything
because it would be a sign of weakness.
So, guess what you've got
on that front? Nothing.
On this front, you've got
a spokesperson who's willing, able,
and totally and fully committed
to putting an end to this today.
Why don't we negotiate?
The president is right here.
Now? It won't do any good.
I don't know.
Maybe it will. Right?
Hell, we wanted them to listen
I don't know.
I vote yes.
Great.
-I vote yes.
-Me too.
What the hell are you doing?
-Patricia. Please, listen to me.
-Guys, listen up!
We're getting there!
The Health Department just called.
They want to meet with us urgently
this very afternoon!
-Come on!
-Yes!
All the hospitals in Valencia are joining
the strike without minimum services!
All seven!
Public healthcare!
KEEP HEALTHCARE ALIVE
Public healthcare!
-I got my stuff from your place.
-Wait a minute. No, Jésica.
"No" what, Lluís?
You abandoned me
at the hardest time of my life.
I understand
you're stressed out about the strike
and even mad at me for supporting it,
but you have no right
to treat me like this.
You're right.
You're right. That's all I can say.
But please, don't make a rash decision.
Let me explain.
If you want to explain, do it now.
Why did you disappear?
What's up, Óscar? I
I wanted to apologize
for the other day because
I didn't mean to make you feel bad,
and I was wondering if
I don't know where this will lead,
but I really want to see you and
Jesus, what a load of crap.
-Do you think I'm an idiot?
-Jeez, Doctor.
No. Why?
No? So at what point
did you think I wouldn't find out?
-You mean because of the message?
-It was you, Enrique!
You were the one with my 19-year-old son
the day he almost died.
Where are you going?
Where the hell do you think you're going?
-Goddamn coward!
-I'm really sorry, okay?
-I'm sorry, Doctor.
-You're sorry?
For what? Drugging him?
Screwing him without protection?
No, I don't think you're sorry yet.
But trust me, you will be soon.
You'll be very sorry you ruined his life.
And you can bet I'll ruin yours.
YOUR HEALTH IS FOR SALE
Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.
Don't worry.
Is that my stuff?
Yeah.
Since you won't come,
I thought you'd need them.
May
I just want to help you
and for us to talk.
All right.
The apartment is yours.
We're not married.
And the baby, well
I guess we'll see.
One week with you, one with me.
You're not going to Germany?
Of course I am.
Then how are we going
to have the baby for a week each?
-I live here.
-No one's forcing you to live here.
Oh, May.
-Call me when you want to talk for real.
-I am.
No. What you're doing is punishing me.
If you'd act like an adult,
we'd talk for real.
Okay.
Sorry.
You start.
You got pregnant
because I asked you to, May.
And I'm infinitely grateful.
But I don't think it's fair
you bear this responsibility.
What are you saying?
That I should have custody of the baby.
I'm going to ask for it.
I'm doing it for her, and for you.
For me?
You're insane.
-No, May
-Get out, please.
Go.
Critical patient. Highest priority.
Move aside, please.
Rosa!
-What happened?
-She was bleeding from her neck.
We tried to examine her,
but when we moved her hand,
a spurt of arterial blood
hit the ambulance roof.
The woman put her finger back
in the hole and we brought her in.
-"In the hole"?
-Yes, look.
-The surgical wound has opened.
-Yes.
I feel perfectly fine, Doctor.
I was just alarmed to see so much blood.
Her blood pressure is low but stable.
Her finger has stopped the bleeding.
But how serious is it?
Well, her skin is like tissue paper
because of the radiotherapy.
Rosa!
Doctor, don't tell Ramiro
this has to do with my treatment.
-He'll lose it.
-Don't worry.
-Excuse me, sir.
-It's my wife.
Is it serious, Doctor?
She's done a great job
stopping the bleeding.
We'll operate to close the wound.
You'll have her back in a few hours.
-I'll be right back.
-Okay.
Excuse me.
Can't anyone tell Dr. Moa we're here?
Germán, I need a bay.
-They're all full, man.
-It's urgent.
Resus room?
I'll give you something to relax,
but let me see the wound first.
All right.
Okay, you can take it out now.
Holy shit! Rosa, are you okay?
-Yes.
-Yes?
Germán, get two 18-gauge IVs
and some O-neg for transfusion.
-She needs to lie down.
-Okay.
Rosa, hey. Look at me.
What do we do now?
May!
Red wristband. I need
an anesthetist and a vascular surgeon.
-Stat!
-On it.
Rosa, hey.
Stay with me.
Damn it!
Just one day after the start
of this strike without minimum services,
with all Valencian hospitals now involved,
the Health Department and the unions
are meeting to end this deadlock.
They're heading to the Health Department
right now to present their demands.
HEALTHCARE ISN'T FOR SALE
Public healthcare!
Public healthcare!
Bravo!
So brave!
Hooray!
Hooray for public healthcare!
-No vascular surgeons.
-You're kidding me.
Jesus.
What the hell do we do?
If we want her to live, it's up to us.
We stop the bleeding
by ligating the carotid.
Isn't it too risky?
It carries blood to the left hemisphere.
We could cause a massive stroke.
It's all I can think of
to stop her bleeding to death.
Right, and pray she's got stenosis
and good collateral circulation.
So pray.
-Should I take my finger out?
-Do it.
-Holy Mother
-Prepare the sterile field.
-Sponges!
-Damn it.
And absorbable 4/0 sutures.
-Okay.
-I need the sponges.
Clamp.
Biel.
-Press there.
-On it.
I can't clamp the artery, it's tearing.
Biel, try further down, okay?
Ready.
Damn it.
-Biel, she's bleeding out!
-One minute!
Almost there.
Okay, got it.
Let's hope she makes it.
We think it's a good deal.
On-call pay rates will be adjusted,
and although a 35-hour workweek
isn't feasible, we're offering 37.
The rest, you know.
And is the president aware of all this?
The president is perfectly aware
of everything her council does, Mr. Moa.
Right.
And she agrees?
Something wrong with the document?
Honestly, I think it's more
than you were expecting.
Well, it looks good on paper.
The concern is whether it happens.
If you agree, tomorrow
it will be handed over to Mrs. Segura,
and after she signs, so will you.
Agreed?
Very well.
If they force me to sign this,
I'll have to resign.
Don't look at it like that.
Think that if the doctors come back,
you'll be able to continue your treatment
and save your life.
Be selfish, do it for you.
The party will be rubbing
their hands with glee.
They played their cards perfectly.
The goddamn strike.
And you know what pisses me off the most?
They didn't even read my governance model.
-Of course not.
-They don't give a damn.
They only care about one thing.
The presidency.
You shouldn't smoke.
My grandmother lived until she was 90.
Smoking?
Minding her own business.
There's nothing more
we can do now, Patricia.
The best thing to do is
step down with a little dignity.
I don't know.
Tomorrow, I'll resign.
Look at me.
Look at me, Emilio.
Let me announce it myself.
Of course.
Here.
Only me.
NO MINIMUM SERVICES
Jesus, could they make it any lower?
May!
-Excuse me, Dr. Santapau?
-She's not here.
No?
You were right. I shouldn't have
gotten inseminated during my residency.
I never said that.
-Yeah, but you were thinking it.
-Don't be silly.
-Sorry if I've been hard on you
-The heartbeat?
-Leo, the heartbeat?
-Wait, we have to give it time.
And the father?
No, biological mother.
Surrogate?
My girlfriend My ex-girlfriend.
Leo, there's no heartbeat.
I'm going to lose her.
Leo!
Maybe it's for the best.
This way, she'll never
have to meet her shitty moms.
Damn it.
Thank you.
Do you want this baby?
Yes.
Then you have to fight for her.
That's what a mother does.
JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL
Come on, Rosa. Give me good news.
Damn it.
STRIKE!
DEFEND YOUR HEALTH!
As I said, the surgery went well.
But until we could do the CT scan,
we couldn't see the extent of its effects.
The ligation of the artery
caused a massive stroke
in the left hemisphere,
accompanied by cerebral edema
with a shift of the midline.
In layman's terms, Doctor.
We
We think it's incompatible with life.
But it wasn't serious.
I'm very sorry.
The next few hours are critical.
I promise we'll do everything we can,
but it's very likely she'll get worse and
you'll have to make a decision
to stop and withdraw treatment.
What? Me?
No, I can't.
She's my wife.
I want to see Dr. Moa.
-Dr. Moa
-I want Dr. Moa's opinion!
Get Dr. Moa!
-What's going on here?
-Get Dr. Moa.
I'm so sorry, Ramiro.
How did it come to this?
All she wanted was for us
not to suffer because of her illness.
And now, my Rosa is gone.
And I have to decide
whether to end her life?
I can't.
I'm so sorry I couldn't be with you.
-Truly.
-It wasn't supposed to be like this.
You said we'd still have
a few months after the surgery.
-Yes.
-And they've been taken from me.
She's been taken from me suddenly.
-Ramiro
-All because of your strike!
You know that, right?
Because inexperienced kids
were left in charge.
It would've happened regardless.
Any doctor would've acted similarly.
I know it's hard to believe,
but no one's to blame here.
I assure you, Mr. Meseguer.
Thanks.
Jes, do you want
to have breakfast together?
I'm having a rough day.
Biel
-Wait, let me say something first.
-Okay.
I know you said you don't want anything.
And I said I'm fine with it.
But I don't know, as much as I like
secretly screwing you all over Valencia,
what I'd like right now is to have
breakfast together without hiding.
What do you think?
-Hi.
-Hi.
De Felipe, congratulations.
I heard how hard you've been working.
The whole hospital thanks you.
I won't forget it.
Ready?
-Yep.
-Come on.
-See you later.
-Bye.
Pilar.
Thank you.
Make no mistake,
I was just trying to avoid a lawsuit.
Don't you see
this is already blowing up in your faces?
There's your resident.
Keep leaving him on his own
and we'll have another suicide soon.
How could you operate
without a vascular surgeon?
And ligate the carotid
of a terminally ill patient?
-We had to try and help her.
-No.
Anyone with half a brain
would've let her die in the OR.
That's enough!
How fucking dare you?
I've been here for days
working my ass off with no rest!
Don't you dare tell me
what I should've done.
You can shove your lecture up your ass!
Because if that man
has to make that decision,
it's because you weren't here!
Screw you!
Too much lipstick.
You've gone a bit overboard.
I'll wait outside.
Okay.
Thanks.
-How are you?
-I'm not your patient.
The document's there.
Check it if you want.
A little more.
-It's a great deal.
-Couldn't have done it better myself.
You wouldn't have done it.
How tiresome you are, Néstor.
My successors will make me look good,
mark my words.
Why? Are you leaving?
Can you give us a moment?
That right there
is a smoke screen.
They're using you to get rid of me.
That smoke screen will save many lives.
Not mine.
You don't know that.
Look me in the eye and tell me
I'm not just collateral damage
in your grand plan
to save public healthcare.
You're not.
If you had the balls to leave me
in the OR in the middle of surgery,
have them now to tell me the truth.
Was I collateral damage?
No.
But there are things
bigger than us, Patricia,
which are also worth fighting for.
That's all.
You know what?
You're absolutely right.
Emilio!
I'm aware of the rumors circulating
that we're making deals with the unions,
and that, because of this and my illness,
I'm stepping down.
What? She's stepping down?
There's no way.
This couldn't be more untrue.
What?
Because I
I didn't take up this post just because.
I took up this post to make a difference.
That's right.
And I don't plan on leaving
until this situation is resolved.
What a bitch.
We haven't made a deal with the unions,
because that would mean
renouncing all my policies
and surrendering
to the brutality of their healthcare.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
This health system removed my breast.
Without my consent.
Then failed to remove the tumor
now spreading throughout my body.
So if they want to achieve anything,
it will literally be over my dead body.
I won't back down.
Even if that means
the lack of doctors and treatment
costs me my life.
So that what happened to me
doesn't happen to anyone else.
Because, ladies and gentlemen,
this health system deserves to be better.
Thank you very much.
Here's to our president!
Subtitle translation by: Josephine Irving
Segura, step down!
NO MINIMUM SERVICES
Segura, step down!
FOR RODRIGO
Segura, step down!
Segura, step down!
Segura, step down!
Segura's rise, healthcare's demise!
Segura's rise, healthcare's demise!
Assaults on healthcare workers
have increased by 38%.
We're burdened with such
huge pressure and responsibility
that the suicide rate in our profession
is significantly higher
than in the rest of the population.
Segura, step down!
You clapped for us before.
Now, we're just asking you to listen.
And we won't stop until you do.
BREATHLESS
The wound is healing nicely.
For God's sake. How dare he?
-Patricia
-No, please, I beg you.
You abandoned me in the OR.
Because of you, I lost my breast
and have cancer spreading inside me.
You promised my recovery
would be the most important thing
and that the doctor
would prevail over the unionist.
And I trusted you.
When I was most vulnerable.
I decided to believe you.
But you sold me out.
-For a goddamn strike.
-The strike had nothing to do with it.
-The surgery shouldn't have continued.
-Or rather, it shouldn't have started.
The tumor was much bigger than expected.
Your body was in a fragile state.
The best thing to do
was to stop and reevaluate.
Well, if you'd done
-What the hell's it called?
-An MRI.
-If you'd done an MRI, I wouldn't be here.
-Quite right.
Leave me with my patient, please.
Count on me for whatever you need.
Thank you.
We'll talk later.
Patricia, even though I'm on strike,
I've treated you from the start.
I'm the doctor who knows your case best.
Including Biel, who's only a resident.
Well, since you know my case best,
tell me, do I have metastasis?
The doctor couldn't give me a diagnosis,
but I'm sure you can.
You have the guts.
Has it spread to the lymph nodes?
How long do I have?
We don't know yet.
And when?
Patricia, take it easy.
And when the hell will you know?
If there's no one here to test me.
I'm sorry.
Néstor.
Néstor!
Yes?
Néstor.
You're not a doctor anymore.
You're a danger to the public.
And I'm going to make sure
that you never practice again.
You're forgetting something.
I'm not just your patient,
I'm the goddamn president.
We'll cover the ER
and only operate in extreme cases.
Triage is reduced to three levels:
red wristbands, high priority,
yellow wristbands, kept for observation,
and green wristbands,
referred to Esperança and Sant Vicent.
Got it?
You'll be working without attendings,
so support each other.
You're very capable doctors,
and you're going to prove it.
I'm freaking out.
AREN'T YOU GOING TO STOP BY?
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May, don't ignore me too,
I have enough enemies as it is.
ROCÍO HAS BEEN BLOCKED
I don't know if it's an allergy
or I've caught something deadly.
-May!
-Sorry.
I have a lot on my mind.
-I'm glad you came to your senses.
-Here, from the ER.
Let's go?
And I bet it's your detergent.
Or that Dr. Moa looks at you differently
since you betrayed him.
But you did the right thing.
You stayed in the OR.
Despite this shitty situation,
I'm happy not to be working with Leo.
Let the chaos begin.
-Gerard Serra!
-Here.
Bunch of slackers!
My husband wasn't even tested!
Calm down, sir!
No, I won't!
Can't you see he fainted?
-He fell and no one's helping!
-What's wrong?
What do you want? A clap?
-Hey!
-I'll clap in your faces!
-Get off!
-What are you doing?
-Sorry.
-Rocío, are you okay?
-Let me see.
-What are you doing, man?
-Someone's hurt. I see blood.
-You can't act like that.
-The tension is palpable.
-Calm down, okay?
-Sorry.
-Put yourself in our
What happened?
Nothing, some asshole.
Let me see.
It's nothing.
No one will treat me.
Please, I can't take
this knee pain anymore!
How are you?
Someone take a look at me, please.
-Don't worry.
-Please!
How are you?
Now you're learning German?
You must be bored doing nothing all day.
May
Come home.
Or, well, I don't know.
For a few days, until you find a place.
Where are you sleeping?
Go to hell.
Shit.
We need to talk. We're having a baby.
Put ice on it three times a day.
Damn it.
I've got a surprise visitor!
I said no visitors.
Not even a health minister in crisis?
Ventura.
Ventura.
Have you seen the mess we're in?
And I'm stuck in here.
It's like a bad joke.
I don't get why you didn't go private.
We can't get into Santa Ana
for another three days.
-And that's doing us a favor.
-Anyway, enough nonsense.
What are your thoughts?
Have you got any plans
against unprecedented healthcare strikes?
I came to see how you are,
not to get you to work.
Come on.
I can't sit back
and do nothing, so tell me.
Do you have the unions' demands?
Patricia.
This is a tough time for you.
We think it's best
if you step down for a while.
Look after yourself.
But I can't do nothing.
Take sick leave, rest.
You're serious?
You want to cast me aside now?
Did you know something?
What would I know?
Patricia.
It's not that.
What is it then?
Tell me what it is.
Don't give me that look.
I know when I'm being played.
And it takes more intelligence
than yours, Venturita.
And flowers
that cost a lot more.
-Let's calm down.
-You calm down.
Right?
Tell me, how would you feel
if you knew you were responsible
for bringing
the entire health system to a halt,
and for that reason, you might die,
while the vultures
in your party fight over your position?
How would you feel?
Patricia, don't be stubborn.
Sooner or later, you'll have to stop.
It's for your own good.
No.
I won't
I won't allow it.
If they take this away from me,
they take everything.
Everything.
File this one.
-Yes, Doctor.
-Thanks.
Doctor, please, I need help.
I cut myself on the cleats of a boot.
If it's a cut, go to the medical center.
We're swamped here.
They sent me here. Please, help me.
Let me see.
-Okay, apply pressure.
-Okay.
-Come with me.
-Thank you.
Excuse me.
The anesthetic will sting a little,
then you won't feel a thing.
Okay.
What's up? How's it going over here?
Deep cut. Six centimeters.
Excuse me, sorry.
Could we talk for a minute?
I'm stressing out, man, I
I don't care if you're a scab anymore.
Can't you see I'm busy?
You need to do a subcutaneous suture.
Look how open it is.
Jesus.
Then an intradermal one,
if you know how to,
because the girl can't have
a scar on her face.
Thanks.
Don't mention it.
The thing is,
I've never lost a hard-on before,
Menchu, I swear.
The kid thought it was
because of his condition, but it wasn't.
Oh, that's a shame.
And couldn't it be
that you were nervous, honey?
I mean, maybe you got stressed out
and thought, "I won't perform."
-The usual thing.
-Me? No way.
-Óscar and I met at a chemsex party.
-What the hell is that?
A party where orgies take place.
You're with one guy, then suddenly,
four dicks are in your face.
-No kidding!
-Quique, please.
What?
The point is,
Óscar and I had sexual relations.
Is that better?
And it's never happened before.
-No?
-No idea what it was.
Something always happens to guys
when you start liking someone.
You have a mental block.
-You think so?
-It's math, honey.
-Did that happen to you?
-To me?
-Yep.
-And what did you do?
I married him.
-You're kidding.
-I swear.
I mean, Óscar and I flirt,
we turn each other on and all that,
but I don't think I like him.
You don't like him, yet you've been
talking about him for ten sutures.
-That's true.
-Yeah.
-I've been like this for hours.
-I've had enough. Let's go.
One moment, please!
May I have your attention, please?
If you can go to Sant Vicent, do so.
This is a disgrace!
I'm not leaving until I'm seen.
We've been here over four hours!
We came from Sant Vicent.
No minimum services there either.
What?
"Sant Vicent University Hospital
joins the strike without minimum services
started by Sorolla two days ago."
"Meanwhile, Segura's government
hides in silence amidst a health crisis."
It's out of control.
If it keeps spreading,
we'll have to take drastic measures.
Let's focus. What do we do now?
Meet with them and listen to them.
See if they calm down.
Okay, Emilio.
-Here.
-Thanks, Doctor.
Dr. Amaro, how's your son?
My son?
I'm the EMT who brought him in.
You brought him in?
Yes. I wanted to talk to you,
but we haven't crossed paths.
Thank God a doctor was with him,
or he wouldn't have made it.
A doctor? What doctor?
Segura, step down!
Segura, step down!
Segura's rise, healthcare's demise!
Segura's rise, healthcare's demise!
Public healthcare!
Public healthcare!
-Fake!
-Phony!
Get out of here!
Phony!
Well, here I am.
Patricia Segura, in the flesh.
You have every reason to be here
and to have reached this point.
I understand you.
And I don't blame you.
Rodrigo's death was a real blow.
A real blow.
-We lost a colleague.
-Yes.
But how far will this go?
To total collapse?
I'm here.
I'm here to listen.
On one condition: the strike ends today.
-Yeah, right.
-Oh, sure.
-Come off it!
-Get out of here!
Patricia.
The Health Department
has had our demands for months.
And you should be in bed.
I should be in bed,
but I'm here with all of you.
The Health Department won't do anything
because it would be a sign of weakness.
So, guess what you've got
on that front? Nothing.
On this front, you've got
a spokesperson who's willing, able,
and totally and fully committed
to putting an end to this today.
Why don't we negotiate?
The president is right here.
Now? It won't do any good.
I don't know.
Maybe it will. Right?
Hell, we wanted them to listen
I don't know.
I vote yes.
Great.
-I vote yes.
-Me too.
What the hell are you doing?
-Patricia. Please, listen to me.
-Guys, listen up!
We're getting there!
The Health Department just called.
They want to meet with us urgently
this very afternoon!
-Come on!
-Yes!
All the hospitals in Valencia are joining
the strike without minimum services!
All seven!
Public healthcare!
KEEP HEALTHCARE ALIVE
Public healthcare!
-I got my stuff from your place.
-Wait a minute. No, Jésica.
"No" what, Lluís?
You abandoned me
at the hardest time of my life.
I understand
you're stressed out about the strike
and even mad at me for supporting it,
but you have no right
to treat me like this.
You're right.
You're right. That's all I can say.
But please, don't make a rash decision.
Let me explain.
If you want to explain, do it now.
Why did you disappear?
What's up, Óscar? I
I wanted to apologize
for the other day because
I didn't mean to make you feel bad,
and I was wondering if
I don't know where this will lead,
but I really want to see you and
Jesus, what a load of crap.
-Do you think I'm an idiot?
-Jeez, Doctor.
No. Why?
No? So at what point
did you think I wouldn't find out?
-You mean because of the message?
-It was you, Enrique!
You were the one with my 19-year-old son
the day he almost died.
Where are you going?
Where the hell do you think you're going?
-Goddamn coward!
-I'm really sorry, okay?
-I'm sorry, Doctor.
-You're sorry?
For what? Drugging him?
Screwing him without protection?
No, I don't think you're sorry yet.
But trust me, you will be soon.
You'll be very sorry you ruined his life.
And you can bet I'll ruin yours.
YOUR HEALTH IS FOR SALE
Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.
Don't worry.
Is that my stuff?
Yeah.
Since you won't come,
I thought you'd need them.
May
I just want to help you
and for us to talk.
All right.
The apartment is yours.
We're not married.
And the baby, well
I guess we'll see.
One week with you, one with me.
You're not going to Germany?
Of course I am.
Then how are we going
to have the baby for a week each?
-I live here.
-No one's forcing you to live here.
Oh, May.
-Call me when you want to talk for real.
-I am.
No. What you're doing is punishing me.
If you'd act like an adult,
we'd talk for real.
Okay.
Sorry.
You start.
You got pregnant
because I asked you to, May.
And I'm infinitely grateful.
But I don't think it's fair
you bear this responsibility.
What are you saying?
That I should have custody of the baby.
I'm going to ask for it.
I'm doing it for her, and for you.
For me?
You're insane.
-No, May
-Get out, please.
Go.
Critical patient. Highest priority.
Move aside, please.
Rosa!
-What happened?
-She was bleeding from her neck.
We tried to examine her,
but when we moved her hand,
a spurt of arterial blood
hit the ambulance roof.
The woman put her finger back
in the hole and we brought her in.
-"In the hole"?
-Yes, look.
-The surgical wound has opened.
-Yes.
I feel perfectly fine, Doctor.
I was just alarmed to see so much blood.
Her blood pressure is low but stable.
Her finger has stopped the bleeding.
But how serious is it?
Well, her skin is like tissue paper
because of the radiotherapy.
Rosa!
Doctor, don't tell Ramiro
this has to do with my treatment.
-He'll lose it.
-Don't worry.
-Excuse me, sir.
-It's my wife.
Is it serious, Doctor?
She's done a great job
stopping the bleeding.
We'll operate to close the wound.
You'll have her back in a few hours.
-I'll be right back.
-Okay.
Excuse me.
Can't anyone tell Dr. Moa we're here?
Germán, I need a bay.
-They're all full, man.
-It's urgent.
Resus room?
I'll give you something to relax,
but let me see the wound first.
All right.
Okay, you can take it out now.
Holy shit! Rosa, are you okay?
-Yes.
-Yes?
Germán, get two 18-gauge IVs
and some O-neg for transfusion.
-She needs to lie down.
-Okay.
Rosa, hey. Look at me.
What do we do now?
May!
Red wristband. I need
an anesthetist and a vascular surgeon.
-Stat!
-On it.
Rosa, hey.
Stay with me.
Damn it!
Just one day after the start
of this strike without minimum services,
with all Valencian hospitals now involved,
the Health Department and the unions
are meeting to end this deadlock.
They're heading to the Health Department
right now to present their demands.
HEALTHCARE ISN'T FOR SALE
Public healthcare!
Public healthcare!
Bravo!
So brave!
Hooray!
Hooray for public healthcare!
-No vascular surgeons.
-You're kidding me.
Jesus.
What the hell do we do?
If we want her to live, it's up to us.
We stop the bleeding
by ligating the carotid.
Isn't it too risky?
It carries blood to the left hemisphere.
We could cause a massive stroke.
It's all I can think of
to stop her bleeding to death.
Right, and pray she's got stenosis
and good collateral circulation.
So pray.
-Should I take my finger out?
-Do it.
-Holy Mother
-Prepare the sterile field.
-Sponges!
-Damn it.
And absorbable 4/0 sutures.
-Okay.
-I need the sponges.
Clamp.
Biel.
-Press there.
-On it.
I can't clamp the artery, it's tearing.
Biel, try further down, okay?
Ready.
Damn it.
-Biel, she's bleeding out!
-One minute!
Almost there.
Okay, got it.
Let's hope she makes it.
We think it's a good deal.
On-call pay rates will be adjusted,
and although a 35-hour workweek
isn't feasible, we're offering 37.
The rest, you know.
And is the president aware of all this?
The president is perfectly aware
of everything her council does, Mr. Moa.
Right.
And she agrees?
Something wrong with the document?
Honestly, I think it's more
than you were expecting.
Well, it looks good on paper.
The concern is whether it happens.
If you agree, tomorrow
it will be handed over to Mrs. Segura,
and after she signs, so will you.
Agreed?
Very well.
If they force me to sign this,
I'll have to resign.
Don't look at it like that.
Think that if the doctors come back,
you'll be able to continue your treatment
and save your life.
Be selfish, do it for you.
The party will be rubbing
their hands with glee.
They played their cards perfectly.
The goddamn strike.
And you know what pisses me off the most?
They didn't even read my governance model.
-Of course not.
-They don't give a damn.
They only care about one thing.
The presidency.
You shouldn't smoke.
My grandmother lived until she was 90.
Smoking?
Minding her own business.
There's nothing more
we can do now, Patricia.
The best thing to do is
step down with a little dignity.
I don't know.
Tomorrow, I'll resign.
Look at me.
Look at me, Emilio.
Let me announce it myself.
Of course.
Here.
Only me.
NO MINIMUM SERVICES
Jesus, could they make it any lower?
May!
-Excuse me, Dr. Santapau?
-She's not here.
No?
You were right. I shouldn't have
gotten inseminated during my residency.
I never said that.
-Yeah, but you were thinking it.
-Don't be silly.
-Sorry if I've been hard on you
-The heartbeat?
-Leo, the heartbeat?
-Wait, we have to give it time.
And the father?
No, biological mother.
Surrogate?
My girlfriend My ex-girlfriend.
Leo, there's no heartbeat.
I'm going to lose her.
Leo!
Maybe it's for the best.
This way, she'll never
have to meet her shitty moms.
Damn it.
Thank you.
Do you want this baby?
Yes.
Then you have to fight for her.
That's what a mother does.
JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL
Come on, Rosa. Give me good news.
Damn it.
STRIKE!
DEFEND YOUR HEALTH!
As I said, the surgery went well.
But until we could do the CT scan,
we couldn't see the extent of its effects.
The ligation of the artery
caused a massive stroke
in the left hemisphere,
accompanied by cerebral edema
with a shift of the midline.
In layman's terms, Doctor.
We
We think it's incompatible with life.
But it wasn't serious.
I'm very sorry.
The next few hours are critical.
I promise we'll do everything we can,
but it's very likely she'll get worse and
you'll have to make a decision
to stop and withdraw treatment.
What? Me?
No, I can't.
She's my wife.
I want to see Dr. Moa.
-Dr. Moa
-I want Dr. Moa's opinion!
Get Dr. Moa!
-What's going on here?
-Get Dr. Moa.
I'm so sorry, Ramiro.
How did it come to this?
All she wanted was for us
not to suffer because of her illness.
And now, my Rosa is gone.
And I have to decide
whether to end her life?
I can't.
I'm so sorry I couldn't be with you.
-Truly.
-It wasn't supposed to be like this.
You said we'd still have
a few months after the surgery.
-Yes.
-And they've been taken from me.
She's been taken from me suddenly.
-Ramiro
-All because of your strike!
You know that, right?
Because inexperienced kids
were left in charge.
It would've happened regardless.
Any doctor would've acted similarly.
I know it's hard to believe,
but no one's to blame here.
I assure you, Mr. Meseguer.
Thanks.
Jes, do you want
to have breakfast together?
I'm having a rough day.
Biel
-Wait, let me say something first.
-Okay.
I know you said you don't want anything.
And I said I'm fine with it.
But I don't know, as much as I like
secretly screwing you all over Valencia,
what I'd like right now is to have
breakfast together without hiding.
What do you think?
-Hi.
-Hi.
De Felipe, congratulations.
I heard how hard you've been working.
The whole hospital thanks you.
I won't forget it.
Ready?
-Yep.
-Come on.
-See you later.
-Bye.
Pilar.
Thank you.
Make no mistake,
I was just trying to avoid a lawsuit.
Don't you see
this is already blowing up in your faces?
There's your resident.
Keep leaving him on his own
and we'll have another suicide soon.
How could you operate
without a vascular surgeon?
And ligate the carotid
of a terminally ill patient?
-We had to try and help her.
-No.
Anyone with half a brain
would've let her die in the OR.
That's enough!
How fucking dare you?
I've been here for days
working my ass off with no rest!
Don't you dare tell me
what I should've done.
You can shove your lecture up your ass!
Because if that man
has to make that decision,
it's because you weren't here!
Screw you!
Too much lipstick.
You've gone a bit overboard.
I'll wait outside.
Okay.
Thanks.
-How are you?
-I'm not your patient.
The document's there.
Check it if you want.
A little more.
-It's a great deal.
-Couldn't have done it better myself.
You wouldn't have done it.
How tiresome you are, Néstor.
My successors will make me look good,
mark my words.
Why? Are you leaving?
Can you give us a moment?
That right there
is a smoke screen.
They're using you to get rid of me.
That smoke screen will save many lives.
Not mine.
You don't know that.
Look me in the eye and tell me
I'm not just collateral damage
in your grand plan
to save public healthcare.
You're not.
If you had the balls to leave me
in the OR in the middle of surgery,
have them now to tell me the truth.
Was I collateral damage?
No.
But there are things
bigger than us, Patricia,
which are also worth fighting for.
That's all.
You know what?
You're absolutely right.
Emilio!
I'm aware of the rumors circulating
that we're making deals with the unions,
and that, because of this and my illness,
I'm stepping down.
What? She's stepping down?
There's no way.
This couldn't be more untrue.
What?
Because I
I didn't take up this post just because.
I took up this post to make a difference.
That's right.
And I don't plan on leaving
until this situation is resolved.
What a bitch.
We haven't made a deal with the unions,
because that would mean
renouncing all my policies
and surrendering
to the brutality of their healthcare.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
This health system removed my breast.
Without my consent.
Then failed to remove the tumor
now spreading throughout my body.
So if they want to achieve anything,
it will literally be over my dead body.
I won't back down.
Even if that means
the lack of doctors and treatment
costs me my life.
So that what happened to me
doesn't happen to anyone else.
Because, ladies and gentlemen,
this health system deserves to be better.
Thank you very much.
Here's to our president!
Subtitle translation by: Josephine Irving