The Patients of Dr. García (Los pacientes del Doctor García)

MADRID, SPAIN NOVEMBER 1936

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY ALMUDENA GRANDES THE PATIENTS OF DOCTOR GARCÍA

We must continue on foot from here to the trenches.

Hurry up! We're an easy target out here.

-Move! If we stay here, we're dead! -Get the equipment!

- - Get the equipment!

- - Fire on the back end. Let's go.

Right now! Go! Move! Let's go!

-Move it! -

- Wait! Wait! - Move it! Stay with me, crew!

Come on, now!

- For the Republic! - Get into the trenches!

Come on! Let's go!

Run!

Go! Go! Let's go!

Keep your head down!

- Medic! -I've been shot!

- Where? -It's my back!

It's a broken vial.

A broken vial of blood!

-Let's go. -

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Hello. I'm Dr. Guillermo García Medina.

-We've been waiting for you. -Doctor.

Thank you. Teodoro.

Please, nurse.

Let's go. Thank you.

Okay.

They didn't say it was gonna be as bad as this.

You're gonna make it, all right? Just hang in there.

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-This one. -Are you sure?

Yes. I need O negative, quick.

Guillermo.

Here. Take mine.

The hose, Teodoro.

Thanks.

There. Feed it in.

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What's so funny?

You're the first person I've brought back to life.

Lucky for me.

Sergeant, what is your blood type?

B positive.

What is your name?

Pepe.

Pepe Moya.

And yours?

I am Dr. García.

I owe my life to you.

I'll always owe you.

Rest now. You need a rest.

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THEY SHALL NOT PASS!

Give me your backpack. Help these people.

What is going on? Where are we going?

Please, help my son.

Guillermo. It was the Air Force.

Yeah, we could see the bombings from the front lines.

BREAD, MILK, HALF A DOZEN EGGS, FLOUR

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OPERATING ROOM

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At least you did well on the front lines.

What I learned from Bethune works.

The wounded go from terminally ill to recovered in seconds.

Yes, we have to find blood donors anywhere. Anywhere.

Is the leg better?

Good, I'm glad.

No, put that down and go home.

-I can't. You're too busy here. -You have to rest.

The bombers may come back today.

-Go home now. -

-Come on. Go home. -No, no.

Use one of the taxis that go to the cemetery.

-They're using taxis as hearses? -The hearses can't keep up anymore.

Well, neither the hearses nor the ambulances

nor the doctors nor my goddamn mother.

Those sons of bitches!

Go on. It's all right. I need to rest too.

-You're sure? -Yes. Let's go.

Okay.

-Thank you. -Thank you, Doctor. Take care.

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Excuse me, Dr. Guillermo, but I heard you come in, and--

Calm down, Experta.

-What's wrong? -Come with me.

Since you are a doctor, you might…

-Sorry to bother you like this. -What is it?

But there comes a moment when someone, well…

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This way, please.

Open the windows.

Let some air in.

This room needs to be aired out.

Do as he says, Experta.

Out of here, both of you.

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When did you come back?

Experta, you told me they were in the countryside since July,

just like every year.

-My grandfather refused to go. - Yeah?

Let me guess.

You thought the government wasn't gonna last,

but things dragged on, and you had to hide in here, am I right?

What could we do?

We were afraid your people would come and kill us at any moment.

"Your people," "my people," "our people." And we're all surprised we're at war.

You think I'm on their side?

I heal people. I'm a doctor. I don't kill anyone.

A doctor. But a Red, like your grandfather.

-Amparito. - Don't bust my balls.

Come to the hospital and see what your people are doing every day.

We have to bury your grandfather. Right now.

I went to the funeral home, but they didn't want to take him.

Madrid is in chaos.

No coffins, no hearses, no available graves or anything.

Then what?

Experta.

I'm gonna need you to help me.

-And me? - You get dressed.

We have a funeral to go to.

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-Yes? - Quintanilla?

-This is he. -It's Guillermo.

You should be sleeping.

I need you to do me a favor.

-Thank you for coming so fast. -Glad to be of help, Doctor.

But remember my face.

If you see me on a stretcher, please treat me well.

- I will. -My nephews are on their way, Doctor.

-We'll meet you there. - Very good.

The elevator doesn't work. To save electricity.

-Yeah. -I'm gonna need your help.

How long has this man been dead?

Push.

Again!

There.

What is that?

He wanted it with him.

-These are my nephews. -Everything is ready.

Thank you. He's back there.

Please wait for us here.

Amparo.

There's nothing available. We have to put him in with my grandfather.

That's all we can do.