01x06 - Last Man Standing

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[distant cheering]

[TV theme music plays]

ANA'S AFTERNOON

[Ana] Nearly three weeks in,

the healthcare workers strike
in Valencia seems to be losing steam.

Even so, some of the workers
from Joaquín Sorolla

intend to go right to the top
and confront President Segura.

All we want is for people to listen to us.

ONCOLOGIST
JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL

And I promise you, we will be heard.

If these unions want to achieve anything,

it will have to literally be
over my dead body.

Well, I think it's pretty obvious

how things are going
for Sorolla right now.

We've reached out to multiple people
for comment, including Néstor Moa

the unofficial leader of the strike
but no response has been forthcoming.

Several hospitals have since
pulled out of the protests,

- leaving Sorolla all alone.
- [sighs]

Well, that's just great.

Now we're completely screwed.

Come on, Blanca,
we can't let a few naysayers

and a trashy talk show host get us down.

It's not just a few naysayers,
Néstor. It's all over the news.

The public is turning on us

because they think we just abandoned
a cancer patient in need.

This awful coverage
is taking a toll on us.

So we hold a press conference
and clear it up.

I don't think putting yourself out there
is a productive strategy.

So what do we do? We let the president
paint us as the bad guys in this fight?

- No... I don't know.
- [motorbike engine sounds]

[man] Hey you, Moa!

- [doctor] Hey, hey, hey!
- [gasps]

Go to hell, you m*therf*cker!

[man] You're an as*h*le, Moa!

- Are you okay?
- [indistinct chatter]

BREATHLESS

[machine beeping]

[heartbeat thuds]

[applause]

[chuckles]

Alright.

That's enough. Calm down,
you're making me cry.

And we can't have the left
finding out I feel emotions.

[councilor] We should be celebrating!

Honestly,
pretty impressive comeback, Segura.

We're way ahead in every major poll.

Keep this up and we'll be off
to a great start for the campaign.

Well. Let's slow down a bit.

Francisco, you know elections
are still a very long way off.

- Let's just move forward.
- But if they were today...

Complete majority. [laughs]

- [chanting] Reelection!
- [chanting] Reelection!

Reelection! Reelection!

Reelection! Reelection!

Alright, alright, alright! Stop it.

Back to work.

Here we go.

[Leo] You should report it.

No, it's okay.

It was just some kids, Leo.
They were being stupid. That's all.

Everybody thinks we're losing control
of the strike.

Even the union leaders
are starting to doubt us.

I've heard
they're reevaluating the situation.

We have to stop them
from calling off the strike. [sighs]

Maybe you should negotiate with Patricia.

No.

She'll only try to humiliate us
and we'll gain nothing.

So, maybe we have to admit
that we've lost for now. I don't know.

No, not yet.

Look. You're right
that a press conference won't help.

No.

Then I have to beat her
at her own game, in person.

That way people will listen.

That could easily backfire.

Well, we've got nothing to lose.

Right?

Clear the halls, please!
Coming through! Move, please!

Donoso didn't last long
on the picket line.

[Biel] I'm not surprised.

[sighs] She says one thing one day
and another the next.

Since when do you know her so well?

[sighs] I thought
you were working in emerg today.

I had to step out
for five minutes. [sighs]

I really don't get it.

If we're the only ones still on strike,

why does the hospital
feel so frickin' busy?

Orders from Amaro.

Only essential staff on the wards.

Everyone else in the ER
until this is over.

Yeah. When's that gonna be?

No idea.

I can't believe after all this
the hospital's worse than ever

and Néstor hates me.

Come on. [sighs]

If I can get over my real partner,
you can get over your imaginary one.

Yours might be imaginary too,
you never said who she was.

Excuse me, coming through.

Have you talked to her since she said
she wanted to keep the baby?

Nope.

Why should I?
So she can ask for my kidney too?

Pass. It's time to move on. I mean,
I've already got a new place to live.

Well, I wouldn't get too attached
to our apartment.

It's only temporary, right?

You better believe
I'm gonna throw some sick parties!

I'm kidding, man. It'll be
like living with a ghost, I swear.

- [doors crash open]
- [man groaning]

[paramedic] Third-degree burns
on his torso, arms, and face.

O2 sat 90. His temperature is unstable.

[man continues groaning]

- Is he a prisoner?
- Yeah.

- [dramatic music playing]
- [man continues groaning]

What on earth's going on?

Remove this man's handcuffs immediately.

Take him to resus.
And get me Dr. Donoso. Quick! Let's go!

This man is in critical condition
and we're on strike at Sorolla.

Why wasn't he taken to another hospital?

There was a fire at the prison just now.

We've got hundreds injured.
We're taking them anywhere we can.

Prepare yourself.
There are more on the way.

[emergency vehicle sirens sound]

[dramatic music continues]

[helicopter hovering]

We're going to need all available spaces.

If patients can be sent
straight up to a ward, get them there!

And send the least serious cases home.

- Understood?
- Dr. Amaro.

- What?
- We need you immediately.

This way.

[indistinct chatter and groaning]

Low pulse. Blood loss caused
by a wound from something sharp.

It's a chicken bone.

They sharpen them and use them as weapons.

I think it's a hemothorax.

- Should we go to the OR?
- No, there's no time.

He's lost too much blood already.

Let's get him to resus. Let's go. Go!

- Out of the way!
- Miguel! Miguel!

Hey! Excuse me. You're going to be okay.

- Help him, please!
- Yes, I know.

We're doing everything
in our power, sir. Just let us work.

- Careful!
- Move! Coming through!

Move!

- May, get me an Eco-FAST, stat.
- Yeah.

- How is he, Donoso?
- Sedated, intubated, and stable.

His uniform's melted
into his skin. He needs surgery.

The first free spot's for you.

No, second. This guy's in way worse shape.

No, this man isn't going to make it
to the OR. We'll have to operate here.

[machines beeping]

Okay, confirmed. Bilateral hemothorax.

He's going to need a massive transfusion.
Bring me four bags of O-negative.

- Going.
- Stat.

I need two chest tubes.

Scalpel.

O-neg, four bags.

[dramatic music continues]

[guard] Is he okay?

- Is he going to be okay?
- Oh, please no.

- Son of a b*tch!
- [doctor 1] What?

[guard] It was him!
That's the guy who stabbed him!

- Get him out now!
- [Biel] We're operating!

You can't be in here, go!

- [machine beeps continuously]
- No!

Cardiac!

- One milligram of adrenaline.
- Give me the AMBU!

Where's the connector?

[sighs] Dammit. Biel, start compressions!

[machine beeping rapidly]

[grunts]

[pants]

Come on.

[grunts]

[pants]

Swap in!

[grunts]

[pants]

Swap in.

[pants]

Come on!

- Okay. Heartbeat's back.
- [beeping slows down]

- Swap in.
- [Jésica] Might be a pneumothorax.

I need some help, Dr. Amaro.

- Doctor. Three patients, critical.
- [sighs] Biel.

- Come on.
- [Pilar] Stop.

He's dead, don't bother.

You need to help Dr. Donoso.

- May, you're with me. Come on, let's go.
- Yeah.

Biel, I need your help over here, stat!

Dammit! That f*cking son of a b*tch!

[grunts] Come on.

Doctor, get over here
and help me right now

or there's going
to be disciplinary action.

[grunts]

- [sighs]
- [Jésica] Tube.

[music turns ominous]

Time of death, 10:43.

Yes. Get him to call me back.
Son of a b*tch.

Did you hear about the fire in the prison?

- I know.
- Hugo's there.

Calm down. Leo, please!
I was told there was a riot.

- Well, what do we do? Can we go get him?
- No, we can't do that.

There's no point.
They're not going to tell us anything.

It must be an absolute shitshow there.
Don't worry, I'm sure he's fine.

Hugo's fine. [sighs]

- Are you sure he's there?
- [Lluís] Yes.

[TV presenter] Breaking news
from Valencia's provincial prison,

where a serious fire has broken out.

- More than 80 prisoners...
- [phone rings]

...are at Joaquín Sorolla public hospital.

Yes?

Hugo Jornet, bring him to Sorolla.

- [indistinct chatter]
- [emergency vehicle sirens sound]

Everyone, listen to me!

I have something to say!
Excuse me, just a moment, please!

The ER is completely overwhelmed.

And there are more injured
arriving as we speak.

These people need someone to help them.

We all know the strike is dead
and buried. It's time to accept that.

Now you have a choice. You can sit back
and watch while these people die

or go inside and save some damn lives.

[helicopter whirring]

[paramedic] Come on, go! Follow her!

They had a lot
of smoke inhalation. Back there.

One, two, three. [sighs]

Move! Clear the corridor!

[doctor 1] I need a bed, now!

Hey! Not like that!
You can't inject where the skin is burned.

- What are you doing?
- Saving your a*s.

- Okay. IV goes in his foot.
- Right.

- [paramedic] Stretcher!
- [doctor 2] I'll clean the wound. Go!

[nurse] Doctor! Over here!

Hey, have you seen Hugo Jornet?

- You should ask over there.
- Forget it. Hugo!

Hugo?

- Hugo!
- [Hugo grunts] sh*t.

Mom! [grunts]

- [Lluís] Hugo.
- Why didn't you take him to the OR?

- They're too swamped.
- [Lluís] Take him up. I'll handle this.

[Hugo groans]

[sighs]

I just phoned the funeral home.
They'll be here soon.

What the hell has gotten into you?

When a superior gives you orders,
you do not hesitate.

We let a man die just so we could save
the man who m*rder*d him.

Biel, we don't get to make that call.

We're doctors first.

And our job is to save
as many lives as we can.

- Maybe that's not something I can do.
- [Jésica] You're going to have to.

From the moment you put on your scrubs,
you are leaving your feelings behind.

Yeah. You've always been good at that.

I'm sorry?

Get out of here, Dr. De Felipe.

I'm sure you're needed elsewhere.

Now, as you can see, cancerous cells
consume a large amount of energy.

In these images, the cells emit radiation
which show up as these bright spots.

What you're seeing here
are centers of new activity

focusing on your liver,
your spine, and your lungs.

- The liver is the region we're most...
- How much time do I have?

Let's not use that kind of language.
I'd rather focus on your recovery first.

Fine. But what timeline are we on?

Seconds?

Days? Or months?

Minutes? A year?

Ms. Segura. We're progressing
to such an extent

that metastasis is not necessarily
considered a death sentence.

- You'll probably even be able...
- Probably?

My odds are "probably"?

Don't give up hope, Ms. Segura.

[sighs]

[retches]

[Emilio] No, of course not.

Ah, f*ck.

[Emilio] She's adamant
she's not gonna resign.

Fine. I'll ask her
if she wants to go on your program.

- Ugh.
- [Emilio] Okay?

- Emilio.
- [Emilio] Call you later. Bye.

- Emilio, give me that.
- [Emilio] Yeah, here. Here you go.

Oh, God.

Right... 'Kay...

What is it?

Nothing. We'll talk about it later.

What's important now
is you. Feeling better?

Tell me, Emilio. Thinking
about anything else will do me good.

I just got off the phone
with Ana Rovira's show.

Néstor's agreed to debate with you.
They wanna run it tomorrow.

That doesn't make any sense at all.
He'd be sh**ting himself in the foot.

- You think he's up to something?
- [Emilio chuckles] I doubt it.

That's a relief.

Listen to me. I have to do this.

I can't back out now.

Not after calling him out for days
saying he wouldn't face me. I have to.

Come on Jose, let's go.

Don't worry, I promise not to send you
into battle empty-handed.

[sighs]

What would I do without you?

- [emergency vehicles sound]
- [cars honk]

[Patricia] I can't say
I'm surprised you feel that way.

She had the nerve
to use the sexiest word in the world.

What?

- Pneumothorax?
- [chuckles]

[chuckles]

Sexiest word in the world is no.

No.

Yeah.

[sighs]

- No.
- Well, I will.

You really shouldn't
be taking that stuff in front of me.

Especially in your state, Patricia, sh*t.

In my state. [chuckles] How dare you?

My state. As if you know best.
Don't you judge me.

I know you want to.

I'm not your typical cliché,
the politician with a coke habit.

You know, I kept my nose clean
for years. Years...

But now, I'm gonna do
whatever the f*ck I want.

Whatever the f*ck I want.

Why did you call me?

Someone told you no?

They told me yes.

She said I would live.

[somber music playing]

It's metastatic.

But the doctor said
I wasn't going to die.

She said it was chronic, not fatal.

But I don't believe her.

[sighs]

Your doctor was telling you the truth.

It's possible to live
for years with cancer now.

Biel, please. Don't be so naive.
If I didn't believe that doctor,

who has much more experience than you,

then obviously you're not going
to convince me either, are you?

Yeah.

In that case, then why am I here?

What do you want me to do? Tell me.

What can I do?

I need to know what happened
and if Néstor is responsible.

If that as*h*le hadn't abandoned me,
would the cancer be metastatic right now?

Do you know?

Listen. You don't have to believe
what I said about your chances.

But when we were operating,
there was nothing we could do.

Néstor may be to blame for a lot.

But not your cancer.

Are you okay?

I'm not. No.

No, it's much easier to feel angry.

[music turns ominous]

Now, I'm just afraid.

Oh, f*ck.

What?

Don't look at me like that.
Nothing happened last night.

Well, that's too bad.
Brought you something.

What kind of something, Emilio?
What is it?

Look at your face.

- Are you serious?
- [Emilio] Read it.

- And we're sure?
- One hundred percent.

It's a bombshell. Your secret weapon.
Drop this and you end the w*r.

Hm. Hm. No. I...

I don't know about this.
Am I that desperate? Emilio.

[Emilio] Well...

It's better to have something
in your pocket, like this, and not use it,

than to have nothing against Néstor.

Mm?

Hm.

[emergency vehicle sirens sound]

What are you doing?

This document will go to the judge.

It says you falsified the r*pe report.
Just sign it and get it back to me.

Wait. Hang on!
Lluís, I wanted to tell you...

You can drop it, I don't wanna hear it.

- Would you let me explain at least?
- Explain what?

That you've lost your mind?

You didn't think I'd find out, did you?

- And who knows how many you've written.
- I'm sorry, uh, what are you implying?

I'm saying no one knows
how many false reports you've written.

But knowing you I'd bet
it's more than a few at this point.

- I did what I had to do.
- Wow...

Yeah. Our system is broken beyond belief.

And it puts perpetrators
above the victims.

If a woman is in shock after she was r*ped

and she washes herself
and she has no wounds,

if she was frightened
of what would happen if she resisted,

it's not a r*pe.

Believe me, it's still common practice
to blame the victim.

Why were you dressed like that?
Are you sure you weren't asking for it?

Who do you think you are?

Leo, you're a medical professional,
no more and no less.

When you first met me,
I had the same ideals.

You didn't mind them then.

Must be hard to remember
what you used to care about

now that you're wearing a fancy suit.

Stop.

It's your damn ideals that got our son
into this mess in the first place.

Either you do it or I will.
Hugo's not going back to jail.

[ominous music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Biel] You had something to tell me?

Yes.

I wanted to apologize.

I've been thinking about it.

It was wrong of me not to tell you
that Lluís and I had gotten back together.

So I'm... I'm sorry.

Oh, so there was something
between you and me.

[sighs] Don't start, okay?

Work life and personal life
are totally different things

and yesterday you messed up big time.

[Biel] This as*h*le's gonna live.
How can you not care?

Because I took an oath
when I became a doctor.

The life and health of the patient
are always your first priority.

What do you think?

Have we buried the hatchet?

Are we friends?

No.

What are you doing here?

[Quique] Uh...

[sighs]

I knew that you had some tests today.

[doctor 1] Aurelio Munoz, exam room four.

So, last night. I sent you a voice memo.

Yeah. Well, I blocked your number.

Ah.

- Alright.
- What?

Don't pretend you're offended.

You've pushed me away
every time I've tried to talk.

What do you want now?

[sighs] f*ck, Óscar.

[doctor 1] Jimena Blanco, exam room two.

- [sighs]
- I'm not...

I'm not really great
at talking about feelings or...

any of this stuff.

That's why I sent the voice memo.

- So I could tell you...
- [doctor 2] Óscar Amaro!

It's my turn.

[doctor 1] Manuel Climé, exam room one.

[sighs]

f*cking hell. [sighs]

Why am I always like this? Every time.

How is he?

The support treatment seems to be working.

He's resting now.

[Lluís sighs]

I'll tell the judge the truth.

But I wanna talk to him first.

[sighs]

[nurse] Let me know
if you start feeling dizzy, okay?

We have a few tests to do today.

Make a fist.

Great. Keep your hand position like that.

[Quique] Hi. [sighs]

So, I had three or four drinks.
Or maybe it was five... I dunno.

And I found a little orange pill
in my pocket, so I took that too. [laughs]

And I'm fine, I'm good. The thing is...

You know what, I...

Oh, God. I'm definitely a bit high.

I've been playing over everything
in my head and... This is life!

Life is about taking chances
and being brave, right?

- So...
- [chuckles]

[Quique] I like you. [laughs]

Woah... I'm so f*cking high right now, man.

Look. I don't give a sh*t!

I don't care
about your mom or that you're 19.

If you wanna be with me then... [sighs]

I wanna be with you.

So... that's it! I said it!
f*ck it! f*ck everything.

Call me when you get this,
gorgeous. Kisses.

Lots of love.

[ethereal music playing]

- What are you doing?
- You're an as*h*le.

I wanted to kiss you so bad.

[moaning]

Rocío, I need to talk to you.

Watch out, the Arab chick looks pissed.

[chuckles] Antonio, don't piss me off
while I'm holding a scalpel, okay?

I might cut your ba*ls off by mistake.

What do you want?

What do I want?

[scoffs]

Is that a joke?

I wanna know
why you got your lawyer to call me.

sh*t.

[sighs] Can we please talk
about this outside?

I'll be right back.

- I'm sorry. I asked him not to call.
- [May] Right.

And did you ask him not to threaten me?

He said you'd be granted custody
because I put her at risk.

You did put her at risk.

I know that you almost lost her, May.

- Who told you?
- It doesn't matter how I know.

You need to be resting for the baby's sake
but you're here working overtime instead.

You're carrying the baby, not me,
and you won't even answer my calls.

What am I supposed to think?
I don't know what's going on. I'm scared!

She's my child too.

Hate me all you want
but it's not the baby's fault.

Okay.

I hope your lawyer's a good one.

Because mine is gonna be awesome.

[sighs]

[Hugo groans]

- [Lluís] Hugo. It's okay.
- Mom?

[Lluís] Don't move, it's okay.

How are you feeling, sweetheart?

Fine. What happened to me?

[Leo] You had an operation
for a fractured patella.

But it went very well,
so don't worry about it.

You're gonna be fine.

[somber music playing]

Hugo. Um... You know I was the one
who did Joana's examination.

Yeah.

[clears throat]

When I did it,

I didn't find anything.

No wounds, no abrasions,
nothing like that.

But speaking to her, she told me
the intercourse had been... forced on her.

Mm...

Okay?

I lied on the report.

I was absolutely convinced
she had been r*ped

but I had no idea
that she had slept with you.

I swear I didn't know.

I didn't have your version of events,
I could only go by what she told me.

I was wrong, Hugo, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you had
to go through all of this.

Why didn't you say anything?

Well, it's complicated, it's because...

[sighs]

Mom. What... What's going to happen
to you if they find out about this?

Hugo, you don't have to worry about that.

The most important thing
is that you're not going back to jail.

[sighs]

Mom, will something happen
to you? Yes or no?

[Lluís] Your mother
will speak to the judge...

[Hugo] Dad, stop.

[Lluís] And she'll
accept the consequences.

Dad, that's enough!

None of this is Mom's fault.

I made a mistake.

Why, what did you do?

She asked me to stop and...

I... I didn't... I didn't stop.

[cries]

It's okay. It's okay, Hugo.

It's okay.

- It's good, thanks.
- Sure.

Alright, we've requested
that the first question

be about the number of deaths.

Twenty people have died.
He's gonna make up a number.

Just look at him, wow.

He has no chance. Just remember, 20 dead.

We are live
in five minutes, everyone. Places!

Don't know what he'll say.

But if he invents a number,
it's 20. Now listen...

Are you ready?
We'll start in a few minutes.

- I'm all set.
- Okay?

- Shall we go?
- Wonderful. Here.

- Take this with you. You ready?
- Yeah, got it.

[Emilio] Use it if you need it.

[Ana] Good afternoon. Today,
we have a very special program.

We will be hosting a debate
about the ongoing health crisis.

I'll jump right in. Doctor,

how many people are estimated
to have died because of your strike?

Twenty.

So, you admit then,
that you have let 20 people die?

No. Twenty is the number of patients
who have unfortunately died

during what you're calling my strike,

- which it isn't.
- Sure. But you're still the leader...

[Néstor] Twenty isn't a high number

considering we're talking about
all the hospitals in Valencia.

To be perfectly frank,

we lose far more patients
due to late diagnosis,

lack of resources, and lack of staff.

These are the very issues
that our strike highlights.

The majority of which are exacerbated
by President Segura's determination

to privatize our public health service.

Allow me to clarify.

In fact, what the government's
actually proposing

is not privatization,
it's externalization.

- Essentially the same thing.
- [Patricia] Two very different things.

A hybrid model for a quality
health service to be proud of.

One that is managed more efficiently.

And don't worry, no one is going
to be asked to present their credit card.

Then what are co-pays?

In that particular case,
the patients would pay a regulated price.

- [Néstor] Mm.
- Like in any other profession.

Just like in any other business model.

This system,
as it currently stands, is unsustainable.

Precisely.

That's why we should fix it
rather than destroy it.

Thank you for admitting I'm right.

I'm proposing that we modernize.

Let's make it
so people can get prescriptions,

blood tests results,
and other support on their phones.

This way they won't be piling up
outside hospitals unnecessarily.

Sounds beautiful.

[Patricia] It is beautiful.
We have to remember what's important here.

As I always say,
we want our patients to be happy.

What do private clinics do
when patients have a serious illness?

- You tell me.
- Send them to public hospitals.

There isn't one single study
that says that in Spain,

the model that you propose
would be more efficient or cheaper.

No, that's not true.

[Néstor] You keep talking
about happy patients...

Please, give him
the opportunity to respond.

...frankly, are the businessmen.
The ones making a quick buck

off of everyone's health. Yeah?
At the expense of public money.

[Patricia] This is absurd. Absurd.

He's a demagogue.

Sorry.

Unfortunately for me,
I've had the personal experience

of being treated by you, Dr. Moa.

And now, all Valencians
know how much I suffered.

How dare you come
on this program and ask everyone

to put their trust in you
after what you did?

Dr. Moa, do you have anything to say?

Yes. I'm aware of the fact
that most of you don't trust me.

That's not what I'm asking.

But I am asking you all
to trust your family's GP

who's been treating you for so many years.

Trust in the nurse who relieves your pain.

Listen. Please listen. Listen
to the hundreds of healthcare workers

who have made their voices heard,
that enough is enough.

And not because they wanna
make more money or work less.

But to fight for people's wellbeing.
Even the people who hate them.

- Well said.
- Yeah.

That's right.

Ms. Segura, do you have
any rebuttal for Dr. Moa?

[sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[Ana] Do you have anything
to add, Ms. Segura?

No, I really don't.
Despite your terrible opinion of us,

that speech would make
even the sleaziest politician proud.

[Ana] That'll be the last word for now.

Time for a commercial break. Five minutes.

And when we return,
we'll have all the latest news.

We'll see you soon! Thank you.

And, we're out!
Great job. Nice work everyone.

The nerve of that woman, I'm telling you.

I can't watch any more
of this crap right now.

[sighs] I'm going for a coffee.
Anyone want one?

- No, no.
- You sure?

Thanks.

["I Really Want" by Cheyenne Jolene
& Tomas Altamirano playing]

♪ You keep tryna take my sunshine ♪

♪ I'm just gonna party
Make out with the boys and the girls ♪

♪ And I'm just gonna have a good time ♪

♪ Living every day
Like I just got a new point of view ♪

♪ I know you can't believe what I like ♪

[pants]

[man 1] Hey, isn't that the doctor
from the strikes who was on TV?

- [man 2] No way!
- [man 1] It is!

- Hey, dude. Hey!
- Hey buddy!

Hey, man, hang on. Just a second, okay?
I just wanna tell you something. Listen.

You stay away from Segura. Got that?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Look at this guy.

- He's triggered.
- Thinks he's better than us.

You f*ck' libs can't stand
being put in your place, can you?

If you love the president so much,

why don't you get treated
at one of her hospitals?

- And then see if you like the bill. Punks!
- [scoffs] Punks?

- Who are you calling a punk, you b*tch?
- Yeah, the f*ck?

[grunts]

You'll get what's coming to you.

[grunts]

Hey, cut it out, that's enough!

Let's see who treats you now.

f*ck' as*h*le.

[groans]

[grunts]

- Let's get out of here!
- Come on!

Come on! Come on! Let's go!

[emergency vehicle siren sounds]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[tapping]

Want some water?

The union leaders
heard what happened to you.

They called an emergency meeting tonight.

And they all voted in favor
of calling off the strike.

[sighs]

And you came to rub my face in it?

I came to ask you a favor.

[scoffs] Wow.

I don't think you and I are in a position
to be doing favors for each other.

[sighs]

I did you a favor
in the debate not mentioning your wife.

You don't know a damn thing about my wife.

[somber music playing]

I know she died of cancer.

And you couldn't save her.

And that you were accused
of assisted suicide.

I was found innocent.

If I'd outed you today,
it would've ruined your life.

But I didn't.

Why not?

It's metastatic.

My private oncologist told me.

But she won't tell me
how long I have left.

[sighs]

So, I looked it up.

It seems the probability
of surviving even five years

is only about 10 percent or so.

Five years.

[sighs]

I think you're an as*h*le.

But everyone says
you're the best oncologist in Spain.

So, in your professional opinion, tell me.

Please, Doctor.

Is it worth my time to keep fighting?

Why don't you tell me first
what the chances were of a 42-year old

from a working-class family,
with no prior political ties,

becoming president
of the Valencian community?

What are you on about?

[sighs] You should know
the odds don't apply to you.

[sighs]

If you say you'll help me,
I'll do anything you want.

Anything in my power.

I'll put myself in your hands. Fully.

Tell me, Néstor.

Can you save my life?

Can you save my life?

[somber music playing]