All language subtitles for this.is.going.to.hurt.s01e07.episode.7

I've had another complaint. And it's
a GMC one. It's going to tribunal.

Why would Erika complain again?
She hasn't. It's anonymous.

You think that you are
the cleverest person in the room,

and that makes you dangerous.
You're a liability!

I mean, I guess you are the one
who sent her home early

and then falsified the notes.
All right, Judge Judy!

If you ever want to chat about
Harry, you know I'm here for you.

I think I'm actually designed
to be on my own.

I'm sorry. I really did try.

I don't know
what she was thinking.

Sorry you've ended up with a twin
room. No room at the inn today.

Better than a bunk bed, I guess.

Yeah - get four to a room that way!

Sorry! Sorry about the room.

Sorry.

Hey, baby!

I'm so sorry about all this.

He got wasted at the office party.
I'm going to strangle him later.

Make sure you do a thorough job -
because they're really busy in A&E.

That's a nice big contraction now.
One last big push for me.

You're doing really well.

Stop pushing. Pant.

Yay! Wahey!

Love you!

Love you.

Sir!

Sir! Stop that.

This is not a toilet,
you absolute...

Why don't you pop downstairs
and go for a walk for half an hour?

What, you can't squeeze us in
before then?

I'm not running
a Pizza Express, sir.

Who bleeped me?
Tracy needs an FBS done, love.

Do me an FBS.

What does FBS mean?
Foetal blood sample. Oh.

Which room? Five. Erm...

Are you going to go to
Shruti's thing later?

Well, I was planning to, but I'm not
sure I can leave all this with a

PE teacher in scrubs.

Er, Adam, can I ask you a question
about a patient I've just seen?

Quick, then. So... she's
32 and a half years old,

she's 37 weeks pregnant,
generally fit and well.

She has asthma, so sometimes...

Quick's the one
when you get to the fucking point.

Right. She's got a urine infection,
so... Yeah, erm...

So, should I give her
some antibiotics?

As opposed to what, a healing
crystal and some magic runes?

Absolute waste of organs.

And the award for Boss of the Year
goes to...!

Angle the lamp a bit better for me.

Please?

Please.

Remember to file another complaint
about my manners.

I've had weeks of this now, Adam.

Can you stop being quite so much
of a twat. Tracy!

No, don't "Tracy" me!
Anyway, the patient's deaf.

And if she wasn't sure,
I'm sure she'd agree

that was a pretty twat-ish thing
to say.

I know old habits
are hard to change,

but want to try being professional?

What, like you?

Well, that's assuming
I still have a profession

after my hearing tomorrow.

And just so you know, I'm nipping
out to Shruti's memorial

for five minutes, if I can. What,
so you've got time for her

now she's dead, do you?

I'm... sorry. I didn't mean that.

Absolutely sure that it's me
that's the twat?

You do know I can lip-read, right?

Hey.

You coming to the memorial?

Yeah.

Have fun. Hey, give me that.

She'd have wanted you there.

You sure? Of course.

You've got 30 seconds.

Right. So Emma's been getting
this weird pain in her groin.

It only happens if she stands
on one leg, but it's agony.

What do you reckon?
Stand on two legs.

I mean, if she's putting
her trousers on.

It's probably just
symphysis pubis dysfunction.

It's nothing to worry about.
See a physio.

They can give her this special belt
thing. You're a legend, and...

Time's up! Bye.

Thanks so much to so many of you
for coming.

Christ knows who's looking
after the labour ward.

Better not be me!

We're obviously here to remember
Shruti Akarya

and to unveil this lovely...

..I'm going to say oak tree
in her honour.

So let me hand over, first of all,
to Mr and Mrs Akarya.

Acharya. Acharya.

Thank you, all, for coming.

You know, Shruti loved
being a doctor.

But every time she called us,
she would tell us how much

she enjoyed working with you all.

Shruti... brought us huge pride
in everything she achieved.

And it brings us great joy
that she will live on,

not just in our hearts
and our minds,

but in this beautiful tree which
will live longer than anyone here.

As Shruti's educational supervisor,

I know first-hand what a committed
and dedicated doctor she was,

as evidenced by her passing
her Part One exam first-time -

something, I might add,
I did not do.

Seven driving tests, too,
and counting.

Can do a caesarean in five minutes
with one hand,

can't reverse around
a bloody corner!

We're all the poorer for her loss.

But depression is cruel,
and in Shruti's case, silent.

While she was...

..clearly doing well at work,

obviously, there were other forces
at play.

In life, like on labour ward,
you never really know

what's around the corner.

Miss Houghton? All right?

I think maybe Shruti wasn't quite
as happy at work as you said.

No? Do you reckon?

Well, what did you want her parents
to hear, that she couldn't hack it?

I mean, like, shouldn't there be
some kind of investigation?

Or are we all just going to
keep pretending

there's nothing wrong
with this place?

Sorry, I must be dementing. When
did I say there was nothing wrong?

This hospital's got about three
doctors and a budget of £12.50.

So, if you want to change it,
become a government minister,

because there is bollocks-all
any of us here can do.

Well, I...

So what do we do now, then?

Well, we all toddle off back
to work, don't we?

And eventually they forget to water
the tree and that dies as well.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Er... Did you work closely
with Shruti?

I...

No, not really, no. Erm...

But she's much missed.

Walk with me, Kay.

So... tomorrow's your big day
at GMC towers?

Yes, yeah. It is, yeah.

I must say, I'm very sorry
you're going through all this.

For what it's worth,
I think it's bloody unfair

that it has to end like this.
I'm not sure it's going to end.

Well, you falsified the notes.
Seemed pretty cut-and-dry to me.

I'm not sure anyone really
comes back from that.

No, I wrote what you told me
to write,

and then you weaselled back on it.

Well, my lawyer thinks
I stand a fighting chance.

How are you intending to play things
at the tribunal?

Well, hopefully I'll persuade them
that a simple lapse

in my professional judgment
shouldn't need to bring

my future into question.

You're a bloody good doctor, Adam.

We need more doctors like you.

You owe it to yourself, to your
patients, to stay in the game.

If I was in your position, I think
I'd try and realign the narrative

ever so slightly.

I'm not sure that I follow.

Well, you just tell our friends
at the GMC that your colleague,

Dr Acharya, mistakenly told you
that I said it was OK

to send the patient home when,
in fact, she hadn't spoken to me.

She and she alone knocked over
the first domino.

But she... But she didn't do that.

Who's to know?

You're suggesting
that I throw her...

..I throw Shruti under the bus?

No-one loses this way.

It's time for pragmatism, Adam,
not emotions -

if you want to keep your job,
that is.

I've got a crowbar!

Just me, Mum.

I know it's just you.
I've come to smash up the piano.

Schubert.

You'd never know
just from listening.

You all set for tomorrow?

Yeah, I guess. It's just a hiccup.
It's a vexatious bit of bureaucracy.

You are going to shave, right?
Mm-hm.

Make sure you give
a good showing, Adam,

because we've all worked so hard
to get you here.

Oh, "we", is it?

Remind me how many
labour ward shifts you've done.

Oh, just the one visit
to a labour ward,

and then an entire lifetime given up
to getting you here.

Not sure I remember
ever asking you to.

Quite how you ended up so rude,
I'll never know.

A mystery for the ages.

We are now approaching
Manchester Piccadilly,

where this service terminates.

Yeah, so I just say yes or no
to their questions.

And anything that needs a longer
answer than that, I'll take it.

Am I going to be all right?

Yeah, totally.

Oh, sorry, hang on. What did he say?

Am I going to be all right?
Oh, Christ knows.

But... But you know my motto -

never say never.

I'm going to go to the bathroom. OK.

You've got five minutes, Alan.

Just do it.

You treated me like shit
when I was alive.

What does one more time matter?

You weren't doing coke in there?

No.

Adam Kay?

Right, after you. Good luck.

Hope you saved some for us
afterwards.

Great. I'm going to get struck off
in a room that looks like

it's used
for a speed-awareness course.

Good afternoon.
My name is Tina Sharpehouse,

and I'm the tribunal chair.

This is a fitness to practise
hearing for Adam Richard Kay.

Would you please stand up, Dr Kay?

Still calling me "doctor" -
that's a good start.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth?

I do.

Please be seated.

On April 16th, at 4.15pm, you
reviewed patient Erika Van Hegan,

25 weeks pregnant
and presenting with a headache.

You discharged her home.

You wrote in the notes
that you had discussed this decision

with your consultant,
Mr Nigel Lockhart,

a fact that he denies.

I'd like to say a few words.
No, you wouldn't!

There's time for you to say anything
you need to later on.

You may sit back down.
On the day in question,

I was working alongside
an SHO colleague...

..called Shruti Acharya.

I did not see that coming.

I mean, if you'd asked me before,
I'd have said you were toast,

but then - bam, out of nowhere -
you come out with that.

I literally can't believe we won.

I can't tell you how much
I needed this, by the way.

My numbers have NOT been good
this year.

Good to see you.

You too.
Do you want... something?

No, thanks.

How are you?

Yeah, not bad.

That's good.

The couple downstairs
have a new baby,

which screams, like, 20 hours a day,
so your timing was pretty good.

You're looking well.

Does that mean fat?

It's her cooking. It's...

You know, the main ingredient
is butter.

How is it?

Attached back to Mummy's
apron strings?

They're slightly strangling.

But, you know,

when did a bit of light
strangulation ever hurt anyone?

So, I had a good chat
with the estate agents.

They said there's actually
a six-month break clause,

so I can move out in September.

I printed off the form.

You just need to sign at the bottom.

How's work?

Shit.

Shruti?

It's so horrible.

I just keep playing over in my mind
everything I said to her.

Everything I should have said.

Everything I shouldn't. I just...

..I don't understand how it...

Anyway.

I let her down so terribly.

Don't beat yourself up.

I'm sure you were a great boss.

I was a crap boss.

Crap boyfriend. Crap doctor.

Hey, come on.

So, what,
I was an amazing boyfriend?

What are you doing Saturday?

That sounds awful.

Well, there's still a place
at Greg's wedding if you fancy it.

And that's meant to be an upgrade?

Emma's designed the table
decorations. They're terrible.

Like 4ft foot glass dildos. Christ.

Anyway,

would you consider being
my temporary plus-one?

Oh, I don't know. I don't...
I'm not sure.

Special...

..one-night-only cameo appearance?

Hi, Greg.
Quick one - sure it's nothing.

Then, maybe don't phone me about it.

Emma just called to say
the baby's not been kicking.

You know, it's normally a right
little Ronaldo, but this morning

it's more of a Ronny Rosenthal.
More homosexual references, please.

Footwork of Bob Fosse,
that kind of thing.

When did she last feel any movement?
About 90 minutes ago.

Tell her to drink a pint
of ice-cold water.

Should get it moving.

Bit like chucking a pint of cold
water over Jakesy to wake him up.

Exactly.

Isn't one of the school lot
a recruitment consultant now?

Yeah, Welly. Oh, shit.

Is anyone else? He's amazing at it,
amazingly.

He's a bit like the Incredible Hulk,
only it's tequila that sets him off.

Is this about the...?

Oh, Christ, did you get struck off?

No, no. I did what I had to.

Meaning?

Just wonder if a change of scenery
might be good for me.

OK, look at you!

Look who's here.

My God, Dr Adam!

Oh, my God.

I'm so glad you made it.

Can you believe Misty's going home?

You've got to say hello.

Look who came to see you.

Dr Adam.

I'm just very pleased
that everything's

turned out well in the end.

Well, I actually got you something.

Just to say thank you.

I mean, he wouldn't be here
without you.

Wow.

"World's best doctor."

I don't know about that, but...
You are.

Oh, joint best.

I got one for the lovely Asian
lady doctor, too,

so would you mind passing it on?

Actually, she...

No problem.

Do you want to hold him? Sure.

Yeah?

Yeah!

Cuddles.

Ah, yes!

Look.

You're going to be a surgeon
like Dr Adam when you grow up.

If that's what he really wants
to do.

Whatever he does, I'm sure
he'll make you very proud.

Well, I guess being a doctor
isn't everyone's cup of teeth.

Oh, sorry.

Labour ward, room one,
shoulder dystocia. I have to...

That's labour ward, room one,
shoulder dystocia. Dr Adam...

..Dr Adam, you forgot your present.

Shoulder dystocia are two words
you never want to hear

as an obstetrician.

Baby's head delivers,
but its shoulders get stuck.

All the time this is going on,

baby's brain isn't getting
any oxygen.

Five minutes of that,
and it's irreversible damage.

3 minutes 20.

My name is Adam.
I'm one of the doctors.

I'm sure your midwife has explained

the baby's head has come out,
but the body is stuck.

I want you to listen to what I ask
you to do, and we'll get baby out.

Get those knees up higher.

Higher, proper McRoberts.

Come on, you need to get him out!

3 minutes 40.

What have you tried?

Woods' Screw Manoeuvre?
Posterior arm?

Tracy? Agnieszka? Someone.

Suprapubic pressure,
rotating on all fours.

We couldn't reach the posterior arm.

You've emptied the bladder? Yes.

I'm going to put a hand inside

to help baby out.

Fuck.

I need the on-call consultant
in here now. OK.

That's four minutes.

Last resort, seen it once three
years ago. Do one, teach one.

I'm going to have to break your
baby's collarbone to get him out.

He should heal perfectly,
but there is a chance

it can damage a nerve in his arm.

Please don't hurt my baby.

I don't have any other option.
Please, please!

4 minutes 20. My God. My God.

There's one other option. I can make
a cut to divide your pubic bone.

Never seen it. Can we have some time
to discuss this?

I've got less than one minute
to get your baby delivered alive.

OK. Cut the bone.

Local anaesthetic, needle, syringe,
catheter, scalpel.

Do you understand
what I'm going to do?

You've got this.

Stay nice and calm for me, darling.

Anaesthetic's going in.

OK?

OK, darling. It's OK.

Argh! Ah.

Oh, God.

Is he OK?

Is he OK?

One, 1,000.

Two, 1,000.

Three, 1,000.

Congratulations.

Fuck.

That was close.

You did really well in there, Adam.

I thought I was a menace to society

and a danger to everyone
I encounter.

Can you just take a compliment?

I'm not great at it, no.

Can we just go back
to insulting each other?

Get a haircut. Going to have
to hit me harder than that.

Fine. Get a boyfriend.

Maybe slightly less hard.

Everything OK?

I thought that baby
was going to die...

..right in front of me.

Yeah. Me, too, to be honest,
but, hey, it didn't.

I just didn't know what to do.

I was useless. You weren't useless.

You were actively
making things worse.

Not calling me for three minutes,
then just standing there

while all the rest of us...

I'm sorry. I don't mean that.

I was exactly the same as you
at this stage.

Maybe a bit better.

And, yeah, the job can be horrible.

So, you find ways
of dealing with it.

Give me your bleep.

Take the rest of the afternoon off.

Are you sure? 100%.

Decompress, phone your mum,
have a wank. Separately.

Come on. Thank you, Adam.

Right, Dad's taking me
to the station now.

Um...

..I'll be late, so don't wait up.

I'd check the invitation.

I imagine it says dress fancy,
not fancy dress.

Ha-ha.

Unless you're entertaining
the kiddies' table.

I get it. You don't like my clothes,

you want me to be more successful,
you wish I was straight.

I just want you to be happy.

I was happy with Harry.

Yes, but, clearly, he wasn't
that happy with you, was he?

What do you know
about being happy anyway?

I know that it's difficult playing
second fiddle to somebody's job.

By the time you've had children,
you're third fiddle.

You're practically sat back
with the cellos.

Not everybody is able
to cope with that.

Monica's nephew's a homosexual, too.

There's a lot of it about.

He's a barrister.

We could...

..have them all over for lunch.

Oh, so it's just graphic designers

that you've got a bit
of a thing against, is it?

That was unkind. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if you think
I've been hard on you.

I don't...

..think you've been hard on me.

Well, in that case, I'm going to get
you some of your father's shoes

because those are barely fit
for gardening.

Bridal Chorus by Wagner

Would you please be seated?

Ladies and gentlemen,
what a beautiful setting we're in

and what a beautiful reason
we're here.

The celebration of love.

In the words of Andrew Lloyd Webber,

"Love, love changes everything."

I'd go one further.

Love IS everything.

It completes us.

It fulfils us.

It makes the half whole.

Well, hello.

Ah, hello. Hello, Emma. Hello.

Room for a little one?

Congratulations, Emma. The table
decorations look really amazing.

Oh, they really do, don't they?

Is Harry in the bathroom?

No, he... he...

..he didn't make it.

I thought that he...

..but, yeah, it was a no-show,
I'm afraid.

Oh, Adam.

That's awful. Honestly, I'm having
a lovely time on my own.

We've got a reserve list of 20.

My cousin Harriet's fiance
couldn't have a place.

They're actually IN a relationship.

Sorry.

How are you?

I'm fine. Yeah?

Um...

..would you mind if we go somewhere
private quickly?

If this is about money,
can you speak to Gregory?

It's not about money.

No? Can we try out here?

Excuse me.

Just here.

I just wanted to give you this.

Oh, is this a vibrator?

It's not funny. No, no, no.

It's a sonic aid,
like in an antenatal clinic.

I just thought the last few weeks
might be easier if, um...

Anyway. Well, I'll show you.

So, you press this. Mm-hm.

And, yeah, if you lift up your...

Oh. Pop this...

..there.

Hold on.

Shit, sorry.
I think it might be dead.

What?

No, the battery.

The battery. Oh.

Sorry, I just...

Oh, no, that's on. OK.

Right.

Oh!

Oh.

Listen.

Now, you can hear Baby
whenever you want.

Incredible.

Thank you so much.

Best wedding gift, bar none.

Well, until the main present arrives
in a few weeks.

Of course. When are you due?

Oh, no, I meant the Maserati
from Greg.

Yeah.

It's got held up in Bologna.

Long story. Hm.

Shall we have a photo?

No, no, no, I'm all right. Oh.

Oh. You have to look into the...

Quite fast. Is...?

Yay! Oh.

OK. Yeah.

I am sorry Harry couldn't make it.

I hope you can still enjoy the day.

I'm really happy for you, Greg.

Ah.

Well, that was almost convincing.
I mean it.

Love is a very precious thing.

All right, Richard Curtis.

I'm sorry that Harry bailed.

But that does mean
that I can set you up with Ayo.

He works in derivatives,
and he's got a jawline

you could cut tiles with. I'm fine.

Thank you.

Anyway, that would never work.
Ayo Kay?!

Gregorio!

Ladam!

Now, when am I up? Probably next...

..ten mins? Ah.

Right, shall we?

Oh, did you guys get a chance
to chat about work stuff yet?

Yeah, you got any jobs
for washed-up doctors?

Every day of the week, mate.

I must have placed, like, three
ex-doctors into proper, grown-up,

six-figure roles -
minimum hours, maximum dosh.

Dream scenario. Really?

Totalmente.

I mean, think of all those
transferable skills you've got.

Pulling babies out of vaginas?

Uno, problem solving.

Duo, time management.

Tru-o, empathy.

Yeah, well, that's two out of three,
then.

Ladies and gentlemen,

if you could please take your seats

as the evening speeches
are about to commence.

Just call the office, and we'll fix
a meeting, yeah? Boom.

Ding-dong, the legend's here.
Hello, everybody.

My name is Welly,
AKA the well of all knowledge,

and I am the best man
to young Greg, here.

Now, a lot of people worry,
naturally, that marriage

is the biggest mistake
they'll ever make.

Not our Greg, though,
because on his gap year,

he lost his virginity
to a prostitute

who looked like Pavarotti.

Only cost him three TENORS.

That was genius.

So sorry I'm late.

Isn't that MY line?

Did you know
there's more than one Farmborough?

Yes. And they're not close.

Look, I tried to text,
but I ran out of credit.

I don't care.

I'm just...

..glad you're here.

How much have I missed? Um...

..not enough. Come on.

Isn't the wedding where all those
people with dinner jackets are?

Exactly.

Come on.

"In lieu of wedding favours,
we have made a donation"

"of £50 per person"

"to Chipping Norton
Donkey Sanctuary."

I hate donkeys.

Can I get the 50 quid for myself?
How can you hate babies?

You what? Baby horses.

No, donkeys are not baby horses.

Well, what are they, then?

Donkeys.

Oh.

Well, I... I grew up in London.

I... they... we didn't have any...
Schools?

What would your ideal wedding be?

Oh.

All right, OK, um...

..free booze, loads of people, like,
everyone in my contacts list...

Estate agent.

Yeah, they love a party.

Um...

..massive curry, no speeches,

karaoke,

and a kebab at 3am.

It sounds nice.

Hm. We've finished it.

You can't do that.

Don't worry. I'll go and get it.

Woo! What are you doing?

Woo! Come on, Grandad.

Jesus!

Oh, this is cold.

Oh, God.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

It's fresh.

Go on, then.

What would your ideal wedding be?

Heated lake.

Obviously. Obviously.

And otherwise, the same as yours.

Because I'd be marrying you.

Adam...

Tell me we weren't good together.

We were good,
but we were also quite bad.

But the bad stuff was...

..that was all to do with my job.

You know,
medicine is not good for me.

It's, um...

..it's ruined my life.

And it destroyed us.

I don't think it was...

..that simple.

I'd like to say a few words.
Dr Kay, you may sit back down.

On the day in question,

I was working alongside
an SHO colleague

called Shruti Acharya.

Dr Kay...

She asked me to review the patient
in triage,

and then she assisted me
with the caesarean.

Dr Acharya has since...

Dr Acharya has since taken
her own life.

On the morning she died,

Shruti found out she'd passed
her Obs and Gynae membership exams,

exams she worked ridiculously hard
for...

..on top of the 90-hour weeks,

on top of this complaint.

But she didn't see this
as a success.

The idea of carrying on working
in a broken system

under shoddy conditions didn't feel
like any kind of future.

She was a great doctor.

Kind, focused, determined.

And it was still too much for her.

It's too much for anyone.

I mean, you saw what it...

..what it turned me into.

I don't know
if I can do it any more.

Don't leave medicine for me.

One doctor,

in this country,
takes their own life

every three weeks.

And it should be a national fucking
headline every time it happens,

and instead it's just brushed
under the carpet.

Doctors, nurses, midwives,
pharmacists, physios,

a million and a half of them...

..they don't do this
for the money,

for the kudos, for the anything.

They do it because they care.

Day in, day out,
going the extra mile

to keep the rest of us
on the road.

That's a pretty fucking
special thing.

And you could do yourselves a favour
to remember that once in a while.

You know, I...

..I really miss you.

I know.

This is the bit where you say
that you miss me, too.

Yeah, I do.

Well, if you miss me, then...

..let's just... let's...

Why don't we give it another go?

A proper go.

When you get all of me.

But it's what you do.

Being a doctor, it's who you are.

Put your hand on your heart,

and tell me
you want to give all that up.

I don't think I can.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Call an ambulance!

Can't call an ambulance
at a hospital.

Get someone, then!

Hello.

I'm Adam. I'm one of the doctors.

What kind of a doctor?
Doesn't matter what kind!

Right, hello.

Baby's just sitting there,
ready to come out.

Probably best if we finish
what you've started.

Next contraction,
give me a nice big push.

Have you got anything
to put down on the seats?

Oh, is that ever going to come out
of the upholstery?

Honestly, Tim!

Shoelaces.

You're doing so well.
Nearly there. Nearly there.

Push, push. Push, push, push!

Here we go.

Congratulations.

Oh!

Laces.

Something to cut the cord?

Hi.

What do we do now?

I think you have to feed it
for a few years,

let it live in your house,
and then send it to school.

Right, labour ward's
on the second floor

of that building there. Um...

..just give me a minute,
and I'll get you up there.

Thank you so much, Dr...

Adam's a good name.

Oh.

For fuck's sake.