El mal ajeno
- Year:
- 2010
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My name is Maria,
and I have Trigeminal Neuralgia.
Sebastian,
65 years old,
multiple myeloma.
I'm Carlos,
I'm 38 years old
and what I have is called tromboan...
trombogitis ob...
I can't f***ing pronounce it.
My name is Sara, I'm 28 years old
and I have multiple sclerosis.
Ruben,
24 years old,
I have AIDS with anorexia syndrome
and Cachexia.
I classify everything I do
according to
the pain I feel.
I can't even tell if I like a movie
or not because it depends on...
how much pain I was in
when I saw it.
My wife brings me, takes me home,
cooks my meals,
washes me...
Even worse, she can't stand me
at a time like this.
You're cutting my leg off
next month.
Over my f***ing dead body.
That's right.
Kill me first.
I won't be a f***ing cripple.
Sometimes I have trouble moving...
My boyfriend doesn't know I'm sick.
I don't want him to.
Because I'm 10 weeks pregnant.
Where are you going?
I have a business trip.
- Did I wake you?
- What about Mom?
At the hospital.
- Night shift.
- Does she know you're going?
Your eyes are red.
Have you been smoking?
I should. That way tomorrow
I won't remember anything.
Andrea Mankoski's pain scale
goes from one to ten.
One is the total absence of pain
and ten is unbearable pain,
the most pain you can imagine.
Please tell me where on the scale
Ten.
Nine.
Seventeen.
Eight.
Zero.
What scares me is being alone.
I don't want to die alone.
What about the pain I feel in here?
Where does that fit on your scale?
We're almost there.
Hold on, my love...
Please, hold on...
Help!
Please, I need help.
- How far is she along?
- Seven months.
- Slowly, careful.
- Watch her head.
- What happened?
- She took a lot of pills.
What kind of pills?
I don't know.
Painkillers, I think.
- Benzos and barbiturates.
- Get her to Cardiac.
- What's her name?
- Please.
- Don't let her die.
- What's her name?
- Sara.
- And yours?
- Mine? Armand.
- Armand.
We'll let you know as soon as
we know something. Please, wait here.
How is she?
Her heart stopped
but we managed to stabilize her.
How long did it stop for?
Two minutes here,
outside we don't know.
What did she take?
- Barbiturates and benzos.
- You must have really cheered her up.
At least the fetus is still alive.
When did they diagnose her
with sclerosis?
10 months ago.
Why did you permit a pregnancy?
How could I stop her?
Terminally ill patients never listen.
Why should they?
The fetus' heart
has a defect in the partition.
It was fine a month ago.
Her companion is waiting outside.
His name is Armand.
Are you with Sara Moncada?
- Yes.
- Sit down.
How is she?
I'm Diego Sanz, with the pain unit.
I was treating her.
Is she okay?
Sara's heart had already stopped
when she got here.
We managed to stabilize her, but...
She's gone into a deep coma.
I'm sorry.
And the baby?
We've discovered a heart deformity.
He has only one ventricle.
That complicates things.
But will he live?
It depends on the mother.
If she holds on until the baby matures,
she can give birth.
But its chances of survival
are not very high.
There's no way to know
what will happen.
You gave them to her.
You gave her the painkillers!
I didn't give her anything.
Those painkillers are easy to find.
Let go of me!
She promised me she wouldn't.
We're taking her up
to Intensive Care.
You can see her later if you want.
Where were you going last night?
Ainhoa told you?
How often do you do it?
Once a week? Twice?
Only when I work night shifts?
- Pilar...
- Where do you go?
To a hotel? To your dad's?
A friend's?
Do you have a lover?
What do you do?
Pack a suitcase and...?
I didn't even leave the garage.
We never cross in the halls anymore.
We used to look for each other
constantly.
We'd try and see each other
every change we got.
- I'm not avoiding you.
- I know.
But I'm avoiding you.
Haven't you noticed?
Well, I've noticed you sometimes pack
a suitcase and act like you're leaving.
Ainhoa didn't tell me anything,
she didn't have to.
What are you doing?
Did you know she'd never eaten pizza?
She's going to die in a few days.
Yeah, and she's never been
out of Spain or seen the sea.
It's really sad.
I told you to get her consent,
not her life story.
Yeah, and I got it.
Juanjo, you can't get personally
involved with every patient.
I don't see any problem with it.
- You don't?
- No.
Come on.
Go ahead, ask them all
for their life stories.
Find out how lousy they feel,
until it makes you really sad. Go on.
Do your job, do it well,
but don't look.
Keep your head down
and don't look at them.
If you want to do this,
it's the only way.
You should know that by now.
F***ing great.
Is anything wrong?
I wanted to apologize for earlier.
I went off the handle.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
You have to cure her.
I told you, I can't.
Nobody can.
I want you to be with her.
Until the end.
Don't worry.
You have to see her every day.
Whenever necessary.
Promise you'll see her every day.
That won't do anyone any good.
You're the one who she needs
at her side.
Promise me.
Put that down.
Promise me!
I promise.
Okay.
She has a burn here,
on her right shoulder.
She needs it treated every day
so it won't scar.
She won't wake up.
I want you to do it.
You have to be the one who does it.
You hear me?
All right.
I can't just sit and watch her die.
You understand, don't you?
How could you?
Diego?
Diego!
Diego! Diego!
Listen to me!
Can you hear me?
Breathe!
Sh*t!
Is anyone here?
Help! Help!
Diego, come on!
Help!
Here we go.
Two lines of saline.
- Take his blood pressure.
- Two bags of zero negative.
- Where did he get shot?
- In the chest, I think.
Careful.
Let's get a tube in there.
Pass me an 8 and a half.
There's no bullet wound.
What?
Look closely.
But he got shot!
Diego!
Are you okay?
Where did you get shot?
Diego, can you hear me?
Diego...
Did you know each other?
No, he'd never been
to the hospital before.
He tried to assault you earlier.
Did he hold you responsible
for the girl's death?
She's not dead.
For her suicide attempt.
I told him I had
nothing to do with it.
But he might not have believed me.
They only found one bullet wound
in the body.
But the weapon was fired twice.
I don't remember anything,
I already told you.
Why do you think he killed himself
in front of you?
I don't know.
I guess he wanted me to remember.
Remember what?
Her.
Thanks.
You have some...
Feeling any better?
I thought he was going to kill me.
When he was standing in front of me
with the gun,
I was sure he was going to.
It's okay, it's over now.
Pilar,
we can't go on like this.
We're causing each other
a lot of pain.
I know.
Dad,
I haven't done this stuff
since I was an intern.
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