Breathless (2024) s01e07 Episode Script

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IT'S YOUR RIGH
LET'S RECLAIM HEALTHCARE
Good morning.
-Good morning, Paula.
-Good morning, Dr. Moa.
A letter arrived for you.
-Thanks.
-No problem.
Hi, Dr. Moa.
Dr. Moa.
Dr. Moa.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Dr. Moa?
Is anyone there?
Dr. Moa?
Dr. Moa!
BREATHLESS
Most people think Dr. Moa won the debate.
Yes, Emilio, but the strike's over.
That's what matters.
They say you looked tired
and doubt if you're cured
and if you're fully capable
of continuing to serve.
Let them talk.
"Patricia, step down"
is trending on Twitter.
"Is Segura's party
looking for a replacement
for next year's elections?
They should be."
What?
My pilot project
for the privatization of a hospital.
Now?
Yes.
Set it up.
Here, in this one.
They'd think it's revenge
for losing the debate.
No.
It's the decision of a sitting president
who's not afraid
to put her plans into action.
It's a strong statement, Patricia.
We need that.
I'm waiting for Néstor
to continue with my treatment.
I don't think it's a good time
to turn him against me.
-Well, that's a shame.
-Yeah.
But it's good that, for once,
you're putting politics aside
and focusing on your recovery.
Come on, Emilio, please.
No, I'm being serious.
Your illness has changed your priorities.
It's not a bad thing.
-I guess.
-Excuse me.
Dr. Moa has had to cancel
today's appointments. I'm sorry.
We can and we want to prove
that our plan is foolproof.
Foolproof!
Now that Sorolla's in the spotlight,
it's the time and place to do it.
Of course, it would be
our pilot hospital, in a way.
After the strike,
it couldn't be any other.
The measures are a little extreme.
The changes would be gradual.
Small-scale tests.
There's no rush,
but we have every intention
of making Sorolla
the best hospital in Spain.
That's why I'm going
to be treated here again.
To show you just how invested
I am in things being done properly.
You made a quick recovery.
Why this after what we talked about?
I don't get it.
A peer review was requested.
-Néstor
-To assess what happened in your surgery.
I've been suspended
from my duties until then.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Right.
-I don't believe you.
-Néstor, we'll talk later.
-What have we got?
-67-year-old female.
She fell onto her fence
while she was gardening
and got impaled on one of the posts.
She's lost a lot of blood.
-Vital signs?
-Hemodynamically stable.
Blood pressure 94/65. Heart rate 91.
Oxygen saturation 98%.
-Take off the blanket.
-Okay.
Jésica?
Jésica.
Clotilde?
Hi.
-What happened?
-Take the pain away!
Give me whatever you have to,
but take it away.
I'm going to take it away, okay?
We need to do a C
and get her to the OR stat.
I don't know how I'll get it out.
-Find some bolt cutters or something.
-Okay, I'll find some.
Wow, I wasn't expecting you.
Stay if you like.
And thank you.
Here we go.
This woman was my professor.
We can't let her down.
Then let's do this.
Let's start.
I heard Segura wants
to privatize the hospital.
That's all we need.
Néstor.
What about you?
They want to punish me
for being the leader of the strike.
The Medical Board didn't support it,
so they have it in for me.
There's not much to be done.
Maybe there is.
Prove that Segura's cancer was
much more extensive than you thought,
so it was best
not to continue the surgery.
There would need to be a report.
The private clinic did a C
that confirmed metastasis.
Then let's get it, right?
Thanks, but you need
to take care of your son, Leo.
Look, here's my password.
In case they've revoked
your access to the medical records.
This kid is going
to finish me off, I swear.
Yeah, I hear you guys every night.
Isn't it a giveaway
that he hardly sleeps at home?
-You're in for it if Amaro catches on.
-Look who's talking!
You've already heard, right?
Néstor's suspension
and Segura's meeting with Lluís.
Tell me if you hear anything.
It doesn't look good.
-Good morning.
-God, things are crazy, right?
Hey, who's going to be your attending now?
How should I know?
Well, then
We'll start with tamoxifen and cisplatin,
which have fewer side effects, but
That treatment
is too mild for her condition.
Which have fewer side effects,
but similar effectiveness.
The president probably
has many obligations to attend to.
We can't give her aggressive chemo
that leaves her bedridden.
Let me worry about my work.
Which is best?
-Dr. Moa preferred
-Hey, why don't you get me a coffee?
No.
Which would he choose?
Dr. Moa isn't
the only oncologist in the world.
The rest of us save lives too.
Yeah, and I don't mean to discredit you,
but I don't know you at all.
Sure.
And it's starting to piss me off
not having Néstor here.
Can you consult with Dr. Moa, please?
MEDICAL RECORDS
SEARCHING
Shit.
THERE ARE NO RECORDS FOR THIS PATIEN
Shit.
-Put on your glasses whenever you want.
-Yes.
Marina and Marta.
-President, how are you?
-Very well.
It was a routine visit
and I'm stronger than ever.
Any candidates for the Health Department?
They're saying
you were behind Mr. Ventura's exit.
Mr. Ventura left politics
entirely of his own accord,
and there are no candidates.
-Thank you.
-No more questions.
-One moment, Madam President.
-Last question.
Madam President.
One moment! Last question, President.
Okay, thank you very much.
-One last question, President.
-Thank you.
Oh, dear God.
Stop there,
where the guy with the helmet is, Jose.
Okay, Patricia.
Let's go.
I'm going to smoke, don't make a fuss.
Where's the lighter?
Wait. Néstor.
Néstor!
Don't tell me you're ignoring me.
Give me a second, please.
One second.
I know we're not best friends,
but come on.
I had more than enough reasons
to request that review, but I didn't.
Do I think you're a jerk?
Yes, I do.
But you're the jerk I want to treat me.
We'll have to trust each other
at some point, I think.
When were you going
to mention privatizing Sorolla?
You've got some nerve.
-You privatize us and expect treatment.
-It's best for the hospital, really.
You'll see for yourself.
I wish that were true.
Great.
Be quiet.
Jesus, I have to be up in an hour.
Damn it.
You had some coke left, right?
You know what I feel like?
What?
I want you to put it on my dick
and snort it.
You can't get enough, can you?
You know how much fun I have with you?
And how comfortable I am?
And how free I feel?
Where's the coke?
-Good morning.
-Good morning.
Clotilde, how are you feeling?
It hurts.
Can you increase the dose
of whatever you're giving me?
Please. Why does it hurt so much?
Did everything go okay?
Yes, everything went perfectly.
Don't worry, I'll take the pain away.
MORPHINE
But it should've eased already.
Have you had any illnesses lately
where you were prescribed
a lot of painkillers, narcotics?
Because you may have a high tolerance.
-No.
-No?
Not at all.
-Jésica.
-What?
How's your brother?
That boy was always the apple of my eye.
My brother died.
You came to the funeral, remember?
Oh, my.
Forgive me.
It completely slipped my mind.
I'm sorry.
Sometimes,
it happens with my daughter too.
I forget that she's gone.
What?
You're kidding me.
Okay.
Already?
-What's he doing here?
-Girl
-Did you pee yourself?
-No.
I think you did.
-My water broke.
-What?
I'm in labor. Help me with this.
-What do I do with it?
-I don't know, bring it down?
You're going like that?
No, okay?
Here, call a cab.
Okay.
Where's the cab, damn it?
Relax, girl.
Shit.
I'm coming up right now.
Whoa, what a trip.
I think the last
The last thing I took wasn't coke.
What the hell? Óscar!
Óscar. Damn it.
Can someone help me, please?
-I'm coming.
-Keep his head to the side.
Pick up.
Jesus. Where's the goddamn cab?
Hey.
-Hey.
-How's your professor?
I'm not sure.
I'm starting to suspect
she's hooked on narcotics.
I don't know if she fell on purpose
to come here for a good dose of morphine.
But she's a doctor, right?
She could just prescribe it for herself.
Her greatest legacy is her reputation.
I doubt she'd risk losing it.
I'll see if I can get
her medical records and find a clue.
I don't know.
You did great in the OR.
We made a good team in the end.
Yeah, you and I always made a good team.
Knock it off.
Yes, that's been resolved.
Don't give birth here, we're almost there.
Worry more about the kid not dying.
Hey, wake up. Are you here or what?
Come on.
Where are we?
The hospital.
Me to give birth
and you to get a good dose of B12.
What?
No way, girl.
What do you mean?
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
What an ass
-Help me!
-Coming.
You've hardly dilated.
-So patience, you've got hours to go.
-No.
We could send you home.
No way. Leo, I'm having
contractions every ten minutes.
It's not normal, it hurts so much.
Something's wrong.
We'll do an ultrasound
to put your mind at ease,
but trust me, everything's fine.
Damn it.
My ex's lawyer.
Yeah, I'll pick up now, asshole.
-Does she know you're in labor?
-No!
No.
Do you know any scumbag lawyers?
With this foul mood I'm in,
I'm going in without mercy.
Pilar.
Don't be ridiculous, please.
Don't even try. I know what you're up to.
There's no way I'll testify for you.
Look, you and I aren't best of friends,
but we've always been colleagues.
We know each other,
work together, and respect each other.
Néstor, I'm the one
who requested the peer review.
You postponed the surgery.
You insisted on continuing to operate.
You played with a person's life
just to screw me over?
She's lucky you only removed her breast.
You would've let her die, just to
I had no idea you were such a bitch.
What a nerve!
May.
How are you, girl?
Sorry, I only just saw your call.
This damn baby is killing me.
I'm not dilating at all.
Don't worry, you will.
If anyone else tells me not to worry,
I won't answer for it.
This is hell, guys.
But hey,
on the plus side, I have a lawyer.
He's the bomb.
He told me that,
legally, we're like any couple
fighting for custody of their kid.
But as I'm the birth mother,
they can't take her
while I'm breastfeeding.
That would create a tie
for two, three, four years.
-Wherever I am.
-You're still planning to go to Germany?
Of course. If the kid grows up
in Munich, she'll have to stay there.
-Far away from my ex.
-Oh, great.
So then?
So what?
So who's your ex, May?
When are you going to tell us?
-It's Blanca.
-Yeah.
-No, it's Leo.
-Quique, come on. Cut it out.
Enough about my ex.
Let's talk about your boyfriend.
Biel and I are worried.
Yeah.
Look, guys.
We're getting to know each other.
We're having fun, that's all.
There's nothing wrong with that.
And what about
how wasted he was this morning?
Man, it's such a drag
when you guys act all puritan.
Can't you just be happy for me?
For once, just once,
I'm enjoying something good in my life.
If you don't like it,
go chew on it somewhere else.
Quique, he collapsed in the doorway, okay?
I had to put him
in a cab and bring him here.
Me. About to give birth
and acting like his nurse!
-What?
-That's right.
Is he here?
No. He took off as soon as we got here.
Look, I don't know
if you're a bad influence on him,
he's a bad influence on you,
or you're as bad as each other, okay?
But this has to stop.
Hey, May.
-Are you okay?
-Yes.
-Do we call someone?
-No.
Breathe. That's it.
The wound is healing well.
You can go home in a few days.
Already?
No.
I can't leave yet.
How can I go home like this?
Professor, I took the liberty
of requesting your medical records.
And I saw that you've had
quite a few falls lately.
And that you've been admitted
to four different hospitals.
Oh, my dear.
Age is unforgiving.
Do you know who I'd like to see?
Your brother.
Do you know what, Clotilde?
Before you go, we'll do an MRI and a CT.
Beginning with "O."
-"Ocean."
-"Orange."
What did you say? "Orange"?
Beginning with "N."
-"Knee."
-That's not right.
-"Now"?
-"Know"?
-"New."
-"New."
Are you switching to Peds?
It's kind of a long story.
My God, this place has changed.
I started out here, you know?
Listen
Biel,
you had every right
to say what you said to me.
But so did I to fight for my beliefs.
Patricia's surgery got messy,
but it wasn't my fault.
It would've been better
to close and reassess.
Right?
And I need you
to support me at the review.
Do you know how hard I worked
to be a resident at this hospital?
I studied my ass off all through college
to get the best grade on the exam
to be accepted here
and have you as my attending.
It was so important to me.
And you have no idea how hard it was
to make that decision to stay in the OR.
Then being rejected by you
and feeling so alone.
I can't imagine how Patricia
must've felt when you abandoned her.
Having to wake up alone,
not knowing what had happened to her.
When I was like them, I was here too.
And what I remember most after the surgery
was waking up and seeing
my doctor sitting beside me.
It was so important to feel protected,
to feel looked after.
I saw him and my fear went away.
You've made your decision then?
Shit.
Ready?
A little tired, to be honest.
It's going to be okay.
You're such a bad liar, Biel.
Welcome, sweetheart.
Hi, would you like an ice pop
to cool off during the session?
No, not really.
What I'd like is a little privacy.
-And don't call me "sweetheart."
-Sure.
-What's wrong?
-No.
-No.
-Celina.
-Can you come here?
-Yes.
Hi.
No one can see me having chemo anymore.
I thought that was clear.
Privacy.
Of course, total privacy.
We do apologize.
Let me think
It could be in an empty OR at night.
Or in the laundry room.
Okay, I think I've got it.
Néstor!
Néstor!
She's having palbociclib.
I wasn't expecting so many mets.
Well, it's a good choice.
Let's see how she reacts, but it's strong.
I didn't think anyone
had access to these reports.
They tried their best
to erase them from the system,
but nobody here remembers
I also work in private practice
and I have a lot of contacts.
Keep them.
Why do this?
She has a really nasty cancer.
Even if you're not allowed to treat her,
I could really use having you close by.
Besides, she wants you as her doctor,
so everybody wins.
What you do with the reports
besides consulting them
to give me a hand
with the treatment is up to you.
She's in there, if you want to say hello.
I can never get the hang of this cube.
So, see anything wrong
with my plan for the hospital?
Where do I start?
Patricia, do you honestly believe
this is going to improve patient care?
I could refute every point you make.
But you're playing at a disadvantage.
Don't let the wire sway you.
But that sounds good.
We can play whatever you like.
Let's pretend the chemo is a truth serum.
So ask me anything you like.
Anything.
Were you really going
to use my wife against me?
Ugh, how boring.
I thought you were going to ask
what color my underwear is.
Or if I'm the type to only have sex
when I've had one too many.
You don't seem like you need
to have one too many to get laid.
Don't pretend to know me.
You'll lose that game.
No.
I wouldn't have used it.
But not for you.
For her.
She doesn't deserve it.
I could be in the same position tomorrow
and ask you to kill me.
Can I ask you a question, sorry?
Since she died,
have you been with anyone else?
Fancy an ice pop?
What a nice guy.
Well, now I'm officially
five years old, I'll say yes.
Want one?
-What flavor?
-Mango.
Ah, mango. Thanks.
Hey, sorry if I was rude before.
I have your reports, Patricia.
Are you going to use them?
My medical career is on the line.
If there were any other way, I'd take it.
What are you doing?
That was scary!
Be careful, man!
What are you doing?
-What's going on?
-Open the door!
Stop! Where are you going?
Stop!
Give me the goddamn camera, wise guy.
Security, please.
Óscar, where are you?
I haven't heard from you.
You're not picking up the phone
and honestly, I'm worried.
Let me know you're okay, please.
Pilar requested the review.
-Who else?
-But it doesn't matter anymore.
No, you can't give up.
We need you more than ever.
They're turning us
into a neoliberal experiment.
-Did Patricia convince you?
-No, relax.
I have her reports. I'm going to fight.
Okay.
Toss the card and give the camera back.
Sorry, I thought it was empty.
Mind if I sleep here? I'm on call tonight.
Sure, I'm getting up now. I can't sleep.
She wasn't harming herself.
What?
Clotilde, remember her?
Yeah, of course.
She wasn't harming herself.
The accidents were due
to rapid-onset Alzheimer's.
You're kidding me.
I told her and it was so hard.
She was devastated.
But you know what she said?
There was something good about it.
She was starting
to forget her dead daughter.
And it wasn't hurting anymore.
Wow.
And I've been freaking out
for the last two weeks because
I hardly ever dream about Rodri.
And it's hurting less.
I don't want to forget him.
I mean, I don't
I don't want it to stop hurting.
If the price to pay
is it hurting like the first day, then
I don't know why the hell
I'm telling you all this.
Because I'm here.
Because you have to tell someone.
And because I think you need a hug.
How little you know me.
You think?
Yeah.
Well, I'm coming over to hug you.
-How are you?
-Fine.
Got everything?
Yeah.
Only answer their questions.
Don't blab and put your foot in it.
Don't worry.
-All right.
-Thanks.
This is yours.
I thought you'd like to have it.
-Good morning.
-Good morning.
I have to find out from the nurses
you're in labor?
Get Leo. Something's not right.
I've been here for hours and nothing.
-Honey, what is it?
-Don't touch me.
May, it's me.
-Shut up!
-May.
-May. Damn it.
-Get Leo. Don't touch me!
Quique! Go get Leo!
We will now begin
the peer review of Dr. Néstor Moa.
Yes, Mrs. Segura, come in.
Welcome.
The president asked to be present
as the matter we're about to discuss
directly concerns her.
If Dr. Moa doesn't object.
Very well.
Sorry.
I need Dr. Santapau.
-It's urgent. Let's go.
-What is it?
Rocío.
Shit, May.
Oh my God!
-Is it an abruption?
-Seems like it.
She needs an emergency C-section.
Let's move her, quickly!
-You, are you Anesthesia?
-Yes.
Okay, come with me.
-Please.
-Come on, let's go!
Leo, please!
Look out!
-Out of the way. Look out!
-Get an OR ready stat!
Go! Hold on, May.
I can't.
-Come on!
-Look out!
Dr. Néstor Moa,
you are accused of abandoning
a patient in the middle of a surgery
for the sole reason of starting a strike,
which we are all aware of.
Do you have anything to say?
I won't defend myself.
He won't defend himself?
I know I don't stand a chance.
Everyone here is against me
and already judged me
before requesting this review.
I'll just say
that whether I'm practicing or not,
I'll continue to fight
to improve healthcare.
-What's he doing? He's lost it.
-Patient safety.
And the dignity of all healthcare workers.
That said, let's wrap this up
as soon as possible, please.
-What is he talking about?
-Silence.
Silence, please.
It's going to be okay, May. I promise.
Take a deep breath.
Breathe, May.
So, according to you,
Dr. Moa left the OR for no other reason
than the start of the protests.
Yes, that's right.
When the clock
struck midnight, Dr. Moa left,
neglecting the patient
and forcing the rest to leave.
Only Dr. Amaro,
the resident, and I stayed.
Forcing you?
The truth is,
he didn't give us much choice.
It was either that
or go against the entire hospital.
There was little we could do.
So you had to finish the surgery,
didn't you, Dr. Amaro?
I started it and didn't plan
to leave without finishing it.
Unfortunately, we were
overwhelmed by the situation
and we had to close
before we could remove everything.
Do you think the doctor's departure
aggravated the patient's diagnosis?
It's impossible to say for sure,
but I think so.
Dr. Moa's attitude
was not only unprofessional,
but also detrimental
to the patient's health.
Scalpel.
I need to make the cut immediately.
Clamp and forceps.
Shit, she's coding.
CPR, now. Come on.
-It's asystole, right?
-Yes.
Because of the blood loss,
anesthesia, and the Kristeller.
-Sponges, come on!
-Adrenaline!
Give her one milligram!
Come on, May.
Come on, please.
Come on.
Come on, little one.
Come on, May.
-The cord.
-Okay. The rhythm's back.
Come on.
So you're the bitch.
Biel de Felipe.
If you please.
I'm Biel de Felipe
and I'm Dr. Moa's resident.
When the doctor wanted to end the surgery,
I stayed with Dr. Amaro,
thinking I was doing the right thing.
But I was wrong.
Over time, we realized
that by insisting on saving her life,
we put her more at risk.
It was hard to accept.
I was mad at him because I thought
he didn't care about his patients.
But that's not true.
May I?
It's only short.
"Dear Dr. Moa,
I'm writing to say thank you."
"I'm cured."
"When I grow up,
I want to be like you and save lives."
"Thanks for taking care of me
and being such a pain."
"I'll never forget you.
I hope you won't forget me either."
And he didn't.
I wrote this letter
when I was ten years old.
It proves what kind of doctor he is.
One hell of a surgeon
and an even better oncologist.
Letting him go would be a huge loss.
Thank you.
We'll pause to deliberate.
I'm so nervous.
Leo.
-How are they? Are they okay?
-Yes. Well, they need to rest.
-Can I see the baby?
-Of course.
In there.
You're kidding me. It's her?
Don't be a gossip.
No way!
África.
Is this what you doctors do
in public hospitals when no one's looking?
Relax, I was just coming
to congratulate you.
Can I have a drag?
You don't mind the press knowing
the president smokes pot?
It's therapeutic, right?
Careful, it's stronger
than anything I can prescribe.
You can put it in my diet
to stop the chemo killing my appetite.
The occasion calls for it.
Jeez, this is strong.
Here. Finish it.
See you later.
Anyway, I was just coming to thank you.
Patricia.
Yeah?
The answer is "no."
What?
I haven't been with anyone since.
I imagine it can't be easy
after what happened and
it must put you off a bit, right?
But, I don't know
We should be braver, right?
-In any case, we present this now.
-We can't
The car's here. Let's try not to Look.
-Look who it is.
-You don't say.
-Are you here for a checkup?
-No, I'm fine. How are you?
I'm terrific.
I wanted to talk to you.
Because I've received some material
I think you should know about.
There's one condition:
don't touch Sorolla.
There are some photos
that, if published
with the news of your metastasis,
would destroy your career.
-What do you want?
-It's obvious.
Your job back?
Yes.
And one more thing.
Don't touch Sorolla.
It won't be privatized.
What the hell?
What is this?
-Hey.
-What are you doing?
A little meow meow?
What are you doing?
It hits quicker this way.
Like the party I threw for you?
Want some?
No.
It's freaking awesome.
Subtitle translation by: Josephine Irving