All language subtitles for Bodies.S02E03

Previously on Bodies.

- It's her platelets.
- What?

I spoke to Haematology,
there's been a cockup with the blood results.

Why did you save Hurley's bacon

so he can shit all over your career
like he shat all over mine?

You just want to keep me out of hospital.

- I'm Chrissy, by the way.
- Rob Lake.

We want Rob Lake to carry on in his post.

- I'll stay.
- But I'm offering you a good reference.

This is your ticket away
from all this hospital politics.

Like I said, Roger, I'm staying.

Right?

Fucking hell.

Relax. Breathe. Breathe.

The thing, Tim, forget life and death
and all that bollocks.

Just keep telling yourself it's just a job.

I call it a vocation. That's
why I wanted to do O&G.

You can't find a more vulnerable patient
than a baby in the womb.

A vocation?

Hmm.

Jesus Christ.

When you stop thinking
of gynaecology as just a job,

it starts affecting your
relationship with women.

- Do you have a girlfriend, do you, Tim?
- Yes.

- We're engaged.
- Oh, sweet.

And everything's as it was in that department?

We're Christian.

We... don't.

Well, that explains a lot.

- Did anybody see what happened?
- They just found her collapsed.

Sorry, everyone out, please.

I heard you're not leaving.

The baby's still alive. Good.

Nice of you to bring your girlfriend
to visit us, Rob.

She's been comatose since admission.

She was found unconscious in an alleyway
outside a pub in Moss Heath.

- Lovely.
- Knife.

- Where are the paediatricians?
- They've been called, they're on the way.

Diagnosis, Tim.

- Eclampsia.
- Eclampsia.

And immediate delivery of the baby
is the only treatment.

Blood pressure's dropping. VF arrest.

Defib, please.

- No pulse.
- Tony?

- Head as planned, empty the abdomen?
- No, we wait for the paediatricians.

If the mother's gone into arrest, her
condition is far worse than we first realised.

I don't want to lose them both.

Emptying the abdomen
gives her a better chance of survival.

Thank you, Rob.

- The mother, - Yes.
- who I don't hold out much hope for

The baby, no, whom I still do.

Charging at 200 joules.

- Everybody clear.
- Everybody's clear.

Charging, 200. Clear.

Set to 360.

Charging. Clear.

VF. No pulse. One milligram of adrenalin.

- Chest compressions, please.
- Tim.

Giving adrenalin.

- Tony.
- We wait.

Now.

Sorry, we were right
on the other side of the hospital.

I could have emptied this bloody abdomen
two minutes ago.

Sorry.

Doyens.

Meconium staining.

Fundal pressure.

There she is. She should
be covered in tattoos.

With a fag in its mouth. Clamp.

Scissors.

- Who's taking?
- I'm taking her.

Thank you.

Lots of meconium.

Shock again.

Charging. Clear.

Charging. Clear.

VF. No pulse.

Chest compressions, adrenalin, please.

Oxygen.

Come on, baby girl.

- Shock again, please.
- Shocking again.

Clear.

Clear.

Still VF.

Shit!

Look, we can carry on if you want.
It's your call, Tony.

- No, we're pissing in the wind.
- Okay.

Mother's time of death, 9:10 am.

There we go, there we go.

Everyone loses one sometimes.

Your gift for platitude.

That must be what the hospital decided
they couldn't afford to lose, is it?

Hurley just came to me. He's changed his mind.

He said he wants it to be a new start
for both of us.

And you believed him?

Well, maybe we can just get on for a while.
Then he'll let me get another job.

Let you?

He said it'd be a new start.

I'll keep my head down,
play the faithful servant.

Well, tell me, Tony,
what other fucking choice have I got?

Tony, next one's on the table.

- Morning, Roger.
- Morning, Maya.

- How are you?
- Good, thanks.

- Just give me a minute, please?
- Sure.

Yeah?

- Donna, hi.
- Hi.

I don't know if you know,
but we've cleared up

the uncertainty regarding
the Registrar position.

- Oh, okay.
- I've decided to keep Rob Lake on.

Right, Roger.

Mr Hurley's phone.

I'll pass that on.

It was your wife.
She says to call her when you get a chance.

Thank you.

You can use the office if you like, Roger.
I'm due to start the drug round anyway.

- Thanks, Donna.
- Okay.

- Roger, is everything okay?
- Yes, we were just discussing ward business.

No, I meant at home.

Thank you, Maya.

Hi. It's me.

I'm Roger Hurley, consultant.

We're gonna take a look inside your abdomen
with a little telescope

to enable us to take a
good look at the ovaries

and the fallopian tubes
and also the outside of the womb.

And this will allow us to see if there is
a cause for the pain you've been having.

- Sorry I'm late, boss, I was covering in A&E.
- No problem.

No problem at all. This is Mr Lake.

Our Registrar.
He'll be doing the procedure with me today.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Any questions?
- What are the risks of the procedure?

Well, no medical
procedure is without risk. I

have to caution you,
there's a risk of bleeding

or of damage to the internal organs,
but it's a very small risk.

So you're happy for us to proceed as planned?

Good. That's routine pre-op, please, Maya.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Boss, erm... I had a look
over her notes earlier.

There's parts of her history that fit with IBS
or some other GI pathology.

And I was just thinking maybe
we should do an ESR.

Refer her for sigmoidoscopy
if the lap and dye's NAD.

That's probably a good thought.

- Thank you, Rob.
- Okay.

Sorry, Maya, can I have a word?

I know you were probably counting on
being in on the laparoscopy list.

But Rob's the Registrar
and his training does come first,

so I hope you'll understand. I'm sorry.

Good, thank you.

You were probably right to try and wait
for the paediatricians.

The state the mum was in,
we probably would have lost them both.

I know I'm right. I'm always right. It's my
figures. They're knackered now, aren't they?

I haven't had a maternal death
for three and a half years.

Well, that in itself is a good figure.
Honestly, Tony, I wouldn't let it get to you.

- But it does, Polly.
- Tony, this is the girls' changing rooms.

Yeah, I'm a boy.

Just a little boy in need of some comfort.

Polly, have you met
our new department manager, Chrissy Farrell?

But pardon me,
this is an area for clinical staff only.

Mrs Obi-Nadozie was kindly giving me
a tour of theatres.

Oh.

So, Polly, I'll just cut out the ovaries
and she'll be as right as rain.

Roger says that you're staying.
So it's official, then?

- You're not gonna get rid of me that easily.
- Might have been easier if you had gone.

Better?

No, just easier.

No abnormalities of the ovaries, Rob.
And the fallopian tubes appear normal.

- Yeah.
- Inject the dye please, Rob.

Good.

- Nurses said you'd be here.
- We're taking turns in giving her cuddles.

I'm writing up the report on the operation

and I was just wondering
if there's any more details on the mum.

No, the police are still
trying to identify her.

And they won't be able
to trace next of kin till they do

- so we've got Social Services involved.
- Oh, okay.

We'll leave it up to you guys.

The baby's got hepatosplenomegaly
and moderate lymphadenopathy.

- You thinking of syph?
- We're doing a full infection screen.

Okay, well, like I
said, we'll leave it to you.

No problem.

What was that about syph?

Enlarged liver and spleen and raised lymph
nodes are a sign of intrauterine syphilis.

Right. And what will Social Services do?

Well, if there's not an appropriate guardian
for the infant,

then she'll be taken into care
and put up for adoption.

But we don't have
anything to do with all that?

We just deliver them.

Laura Johnson, the lap and dye,
was asking if you'd speak to her.

Yeah, okay, no problem.

- How you feeling?
- Feel okay.

- Did it go well?
- Fine.

- Good.
- No pain, no bleeding?

- No.
- No problems passing urine?

- No.
- Sorry.

- Well, we found nothing out of the ordinary.
- It's good to know I'm ordinary.

Medically there was nothing wrong with you,
as far as we can tell.

Often in cases like these, the patient's
symptoms will clear up spontaneously,

so I can give you a clean bill of health
and have you on your way home.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

You okay to write her
up? GP follow up. No OPA.

Good.

What if it doesn't get any better?

You speak to your GP
and he'll refer you back to us again.

Or we could make
an outpatient's appointment for you.

Check on your progress in, say, six months.

I'll go make a note about
your outpatient's appointment.

- Thank you.
- All right.

Book her in for an OPA, six months, will you?
Thanks.

For God's sake. Gynae.

Who's calling?

No problem. Donna? Your
husband's on the phone.

Can you transfer it through here, please?

Hello? Hello? Nothing.

Like I'm a bloody secretary now.

Maya. For God's sake.

Hello?

Yeah, I'll just transfer you now.

Hello?

So why did you do it?

- I wanted to hear his voice.
- And hearing his voice, what does that do?

I don't know.

It makes him ask me, ''Who was that bloke?''

And why would he ask you that?

You wanted to hear his voice,
he now thinks he's heard yours.

Do you think he knows it's me?

He thinks probably there's someone else,

probably someone at work,
probably one of the doctors.

It's so much easier for
you, no questions, no lies.

- When's the next M&M meeting?
- There's one this week.

Maternal death. Christ.

Can't really put a happy spin on one of those.

Baby survived.

Bloody hell.

I keep getting messages from some tosser
at Bing, Stornoway, Carroll.

Polly, we're gonna have to bring forward
the larger FSD trial.

Tony, the drug doesn't work.
It's about as much use as homeopathy.

If they get wind that we
skewed the original data,

we'll lose our funding and it will
be the end of our research careers.

So let's just do the trial
and get the drug company off our back.

Don't you get how much I need
brownie points right now?

This way, we won't get caught
and nobody will know.

Tony, I'll know.

This research thing, all we ever do is argue.

Why don't we just discuss it over dinner?

You know, a nice meal,
a couple of glasses of fruity red wine.

Chrissy, having another tour?

Mr Whitman,
can I talk to you somewhere more private?

Coffee break. Sorry.

Well, I just wanted to take up with you
if it was normal practice

for a male member of staff
to be in the female changing room.

You see, that's a management mindset,

make a rule about this,
lay down a guideline about that,

but doctors, they realise there's always
going to be the rare, atypical event.

Well, I might be inclined to think
it was rare and untypical.

But then I discovered your previous SHO

filed a complaint
of sexual harassment against you.

Basically, she shagged me, by mistake,

and then she got the hump about it.
What happened was a peccadillo.

She thinks it's like an armadillo.

- I don't.
- What does it mean, then?

Mr Whitman, you show no remorse
nor any willingness to change.

Oh, dear, Polly.

It seems the management have been forced
yet again to relax their recruitment policy.

Okay, Tony, so a minute ago, you were
bleating on about needing big brownie points.

You just can't stop yourself, can you?

The University Hospital
are continuing to lobby

for the High Risk Pregnancy Unit
to be awarded to them.

Now, we have to beat them to it.

What I want to know is, what are we doing
to have that unit on this site?

Sorry, I really need to take this call. Sorry.

I know. You, too.

Well, I've been looking at ways of
creating a brand image for the hospital...

Chrissy, sorry.

Harriet. Harriet, that's not what I meant.

- Roger?
- Hold on a sec.

- Have you heard about Tony Whitman?
- Sorry, Paul, do you mind? I'm on the phone.

Have you heard about Tony Whitman having
a maternal death?

No. How come you know and I don't?

That's exactly my point, Roger.

Just how focused are you on your department
at the moment?

Yes, yes, I'm still here.

- You rang, my lady?
- I had to call.

- This one's VIP.
- Ah, and you wanted to cover yourself.

- Thought never entered my head, Doctor.
- What is she?

- Health Minister? Head of the NHS?
- Local MP.

Come in.

Of course, yeah.

I've got to go, I'll call you back.
Sorry about that, Dorothy. Hello.

I did say I didn't want
any special treatment.

You've come to the right place, then.

I'm Polly Grey, the Registrar
on call for Obstetrics.

Sarah Tankard. This is my husband Graham.

- Hello.
- Thanks very much for seeing me.

I saw a Ms Sharma for all my antenatal
appointments. She was really helpful.

I think it would be best if
the consultant sees you.

Oh, really, please, no special treatment.

I hear you've been
experiencing contractions.

That's right, Polly.

I think it would be
excellent news if you were

to win this bid for the
High Risk Pregnancy Unit.

Though I do know your Chief Executive
has one or two concerns about the cost.

- Baby's doing well.
- Good.

There's one contraction and then no more.
Have they stopped?

Yes, they have.

- May I examine you internally?
- Is that necessary?

I could always just try
and guess, if you prefer.

Sarah Tankard. Yeah, no, carry on.

Is that for today's edition?

Right, let's set up a telephone
interview, okay? Thank you.

The cervix is firm and undilated.

Nothing suggests that
this is the onset of labour.

I think you've just had a run of what we call
Braxton Hicks contractions.

I understand.

- False alarm.
- Thank you, Polly. Thank you, Dorothy.

When she comes back in,
tell management straightaway.

They'll be really pissed off with us
if they think they've missed out the chance

to do some big-time
sucking up to the local MP.

- Hi.
- She's sleeping.

Sorry.

What brings you here?

Oh, I just...
I wanted to see how she was getting on.

- Oh.
- Okay.

- Are you Mr Cummins?
- Yeah.

I'm Beth Lucas, I'm the Paediatric Registrar
looking after you daughter.

I'm very sorry about what
happened to your wife.

- Oh, it's a girl, then?
- Yes, she's just here.

She's sleeping.

She's doing well.
But I'm afraid she's got an infection.

It's syphilis.

Mr Cummins, I know it's a shock,
erm, particularly with the loss of your wife.

But we are treating the infection
with penicillin injections.

And we'll be doing a hearing test,
as a common association is deafness.

Christ.

Look, I know it's difficult,
but please think of your baby.

She needs to be looked
after. She needs a parent.

Hi. It's Mr Lake. There's
an outside call for me.

Thank you.

Hello?

No, I remember you. We did the laparoscopy
and everything was normal.

Is everything okay?

Laura, I don't think that's a very good idea.

Afternoon. Mortality and Morbidity meeting
this week, isn't it, Tony?

Don't know. Haven't checked my diary.

I suppose it must be that little bit harder
for you to adjust with all this transparency.

Afternoon.

- Hi, Roger.
- Chrissy.

Even if he's heard rumours about
the maternal death, he can't know the details.

Sooner or later, Polly, in this hospital
everyone knows everything and nothing.

See the game at the weekend, Rob?

- Horrendous.
- I know.

- We need you managing us.
- Nah, you couldn't afford me. See ya.

Not sure I quite know why Paul hired her.

Any idea, Rob?

That's probably only
the second time I've spoken to her.

Really?

She's a footie fan.

She's a supporter, you could say.

Everyone, sorry, we should get on.

I don't think it was
Roger's decision to keep me on.

Well, if it wasn't his,
it must have been management.

Why don't you ask Chrissy?
You and her seem very chummy.

He must think that they've done
some kind of deal with me

- if I agree to spy on him or something.
- Are you?

- What?
- Spying on him?

Of course not. What do you think I am?
A whistle-blower?

Fucking hell.

I can't believe that he
still sees me as a threat.

You're going to have to be
a very, very good boy, Rob.

- Hi.
- Hiya.

- Found it all right, then?
- Yeah, no problem.

- Do you want a drink?
- I'll go with a white wine.

Okay. Chardonnay, Sauvignon?

Not Chardonnay.

Mate, can I get a white Sauvignon?

And I'll have another one of these, please.

- So, how are you feeling?
- Good.

Thank you.

- Shall we grab a table?
- Yeah.

- So, you're a Registrar, right?
- Yeah.

That's like on the way to being a consultant?

Mmm. Yeah, suppose so.

- What do you do?
- I run my own business.

We're a small company that does
marketing and promotional work.

The kind of thing where...

you stand around in the middle of a shopping
mall making people get new credit cards?

You make it sound really shit.

Sorry.

It's one of the things we do.

We do other work as well.

Could you...

Could you get into trouble for this?

People say you can kill
as many patients as you want,

but you'd better not get caught
going out with one.

Maybe you're right, then.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Or maybe you should get me
to sign a consent form.

Oh, fuck! I need a condom.

What's that?

A friend of mine did a drugs trial at
your hospital. Gave me these to try.

Well, what is it?

Something to do with
the female sexual function.

Does it work for you?

It really works for me.

Does that bother you?

Yeah.

Do you want to leave?

Yeah.

You're gonna finish
fucking me first, aren't you?

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Hi, honey, I'm home.

- Where have you been?
- Out.

Your dinner's in the dog.

I didn't expect you over tonight.

Night shifts.
He leaves for work before I'm due home.

May as well make the most of it while we can.

That's nice.

I'm sorry it's this way.

Maybe sometimes I don't think
what it's like for you.

- Hi, Pol.
- Hi.

Hey, erm...

You must be quids in
on that research project.

Why?

A mate of mine's girlfriend tried bisphenafil.
Said it totally did the job.

What mate?

A mate.

This is important medical information,
and more importantly, gossip.

Sorry, Pol.

Solemn duty to respect
medical confidentiality.

Mmm.

- This isn't a wind-up?
- No, seriously. She said it works.

My mate's girlfriend.

Roger not here yet?
Did he call to say he was gonna be late?

Morning. Let's nip round, shall we?

- Where's Donna?
- I haven't seen her.

She called in sick or something.

Rob, I don't think there's
anyone who is a worry.

Not much training value, so Maya and I
can go round if you've got other things to do.

Sure.

Who do I need to see in here?

Sorry, I don't know.

Maya, let's have a word.

Is there still a problem?

I'm worried I should be asking you
the same question.

- Why?
- I think you must not be happy with my work

and I don't know what I've done to annoy you.

Maya, I really don't know
what's given you that impression.

The other day I only asked if everything
was okay and you got really arsey with me.

I took a call for you on your phone
and it was your wife.

And you seemed like you were having a problem
and all I did was ask if everything was okay

and you sort of shut the door on me.

Well, maybe I'm a bit oversensitive
when it comes to my family.

It just really upset me, that's all.

I've been worried ever since that
maybe you don't want me on your firm.

I'm pleased with your work, Maya,
and if I upset you, then I apologise.

- Thank you, Roger.
- Okay.

Oh, I was just about to bleep you.

8:00, all right tonight?

Dinner? Tonight?

What?

No, I never...

No, I can't do dinner tonight. Sorry.

- But I've booked a table and everything.
- I've arranged to meet a friend.

Trust me, it could be to your benefit.

I thought the list went well today.

I'd be happy to go round the patients later
if you need to get away.

Thank you.

It was you who invited me to stay on, Roger.

We agreed that it'd be a
new start for both of us.

- Mr Cummins.
- Oh, shit, it's you.

This place is like a frigging maze.
Where's the children's ward?

- I can take you up.
- All right, ta.

Have you thought any more about
what's going to happen to your baby?

Yeah, that stuff you said about thinking
of the baby, it's been on my mind a lot.

Anyway, her grandmother wants to help
and so does a friend of mine

so, you know, between
us we reckon we can do it.

That's great.

- You thought of a name for her?
- Fuck knows.

The reason I wanted to move over from A&E
was that you never get to follow the patients.

Once they leave the department,
you never know what happens to them.

Bloody hell.

Could you bleep the consultant
on call for Obstetrics, please?

And also put me through
to the hospital manager's office.

Polly, she's back, the MP.

It's okay. I'll see her.

No, it's all right. I'm
bleeping the on-call team.

No, no need.

Tony.

MP, big brownie point, mmm?

Hello, I'm Mr Lake. I'm the Registrar.
Mr Hurley, the Consultant, is on his way.

Mr Whitman,
our firm is covering labour ward today.

We're fine. Thanks, Rob.

Does Mr Hurley know that you've taken over?

Well, Polly saw her first,
so you might say, ''We saw her first!''

So could you call Roger
and say it was a false alarm?

Rob, whatever you say, I've got this covered.

- Where is she?
- Mr Whitman's with her.

He checked in the notes
and apparently his firm

saw her when she
attended with Braxton Hicks.

We're covering labour ward, she's ours. Tony.

Could you prepare theatre
for a Caesarean section, please?

The patient's name is Ms Tankard. Thank you.

Tony, what... What are you doing?

There's been some late decelerations on
the CTG so I think better safe than sorry.

There isn't a problem
with Ms Tankard, is there?

No, no. No, not at all.

Merely addressing the question
of professional etiquette.

- I have continuity of care.
- I'm on call.

I'd love to debate this point with you, Roger,

but I've got a big bouncing
brownie point to deliver.

Paul, I'm the Senior Consultant.

Yes, but I think Mr Tennant will agree
that I'm the more experienced obstetrician.

Yeah, who's been investigated
for sexual harassment.

Mr Whitman. Mr Hurley.

There's a clinical point that we've not
actually discussed about the patient yet.

- What is it, Rob? What have we missed?
- Pray tell.

It's up to you, it's probably
not my place to say,

but you're asking a manager
to make a clinical decision.

Sod this guy.
Doctors deal with doctors, don't they?

Paul Tennant. I'm the Unit General Manager.

I'd like to ensure that there's a private room
available for a maternity patient.

All sorted, Paul.

Yes, Mr Tennant, there'll be no call
for management, thank you.

Whatever you said, Mr Lake, well done.

I better get to theatre.

Two consultants.
Two, and she's still not happy. Bollocks.

What's happened?

She says she's not asking
for any special treatment

but she'd prefer a female obstetrician.

What?

Erm, nothing.

What?

I think the phrase you used
was medical confidentiality.

Hi, Rob.

Hiya.

Polly, have you got a minute?

- Erm, yeah, sure.
- Okay.

Erm...

I don't want to sound like
some kind of nosy cow or anything but, erm...

I was just worried that maybe you thought
there was no one to turn to about this.

I just wanted to let you know
that I'm here to help if you need me.

Help with what?

Mr Whitman.

He's sexually harassing you, isn't he?

This can be off the record.

Mr Whitman has at no
time sexually harassed me.

Our relationship has been
productive and professional

throughout my time on his firm.

Right.

Okay, then.

What was all that about?

She wanted me to grass Tony up for
his futile attempts to get into my knickers.

And?

What do you think? I told her to fuck off.

So, it was...

nothing to do with his maternal death.

You know they find out
about everything, don't they?

Do they?

He did have a maternal death.

Rob, my boss isn't the one
who's the problem in this department.

What would you have said to her
if she'd asked you about Hurley?

I'd have told her the same thing.

Tony has a good expression. He says...

He says some people sit on the fence
because they enjoy the sensation.

If the midwives had bleeped you instead of me,

I hope you still would have told me
that Tony was trying to steal my case.

Knowing him, he'd have told you not to.

What am I supposed to do?
I'm a Registrar, he's a consultant.

I know, Rob, sorry,
but he's not your consultant, is he? I am.

It's horrible, this one-upmanship.

It has nothing to do with treating patients.

But the reality is
that it's how we gain the power to do things

the way we think they should be done.

In the same vein,
it would have been good to know

that Tony Whitman had had a maternal death.

He's a colleague, too.

No doctor wants the whole world
to know about their misfortune.

Of course. Of course, but if we're a team
then we keep that power I was talking about.

If we're not, we're out on our arses.

Tell me that's not what you want, Rob,
to be out on your arse.

I think we should press
on with the larger trial

looking at the potential
benefits of bisphenafil.

Thank God, at last.
What brought you to your senses?

It's hard to pick out a
specific seminal event.

This month's figures for the Whitman firm.
Obstetrics first.

Please, carry on as normal.

I wasn't aware that this month's M&M
was to receive a royal visit.

Consider me a mystery shopper.

Whitman firm, Obstetrics.

57 live births.

Perinatal mortality, zero.

Maternal mortality, one.

The patient was moribund on admission
and expeditious intervention

was required for both the mother and the baby.

Unfortunately, resuscitation was unsuccessful.

However, we did continue with the baby girl

and I'm pleased to say
that she is doing very, very well.

She has gone home with her father.

57 live births, 11 by Caesarean section,

giving 19.3% deliveries by Caesarean section,

keeping within the Department of Health
target of 20% or less.

I am concerned about this maternal death.

It reflects badly on the unit.

Although I'm sure everything
possible was done...

- Was everything possible done?
- Yes. Yes, it was.

Well, perhaps it would also be educational

to explore the management
of the mother's resuscitation.

Certainly.

Would it be correct to say
that the mother suffered a cardiac arrest?

Yes, Roger. She suffered a VF arrest
and was given three cycles of CPR.

Presumably this is three cycles
following the abdomen being emptied.

The mother's condition was extremely poor,
making resuscitation certain to be unsuccessful.

My judgement was to
wait for paediatric support.

If we had emptied the abdomen immediately,

it would doubtless have led
to losing the baby as well.

So you're saying resuscitation of the mother
was certain to be unsuccessful?

The mother's condition was very poor indeed.

Well, I wasn't there so I'll have to give way.

My registrar was there, I believe. Rob.

Rob.

If the abdomen had been, erm, emptied earlier

then the mother's condition
might have been potentially salvageable.

However you want to quibble
about the mother's condition,

the fact is I acted to save the baby
and I did save the baby.

You shouldn't need reminding, Tony.

Until it's born, the baby is not the patient,
the mother is.

All right, you two, do me a favour, piss off!

All his cockups!
All the time that prick has shafted you!

All the support I've ever given you!

- I'm a junior, he's my boss.
- All that's forgotten, Rob!

I have spent six months fighting Roger,
fighting this hospital,

fighting the whole fucking system.

All of a sudden I've got a chance
to get my career back on track.

Now for you, the choice between
playing a game or playing Billy Big Bollocks

seems like some kind of sport.

To me, it is fucking survival.

Does that include
pissing on your colleagues?

I'm your ally, he's your enemy.
And you chose to piss on me, Rob.

- It's what you did.
- I didn't have a choice.

- I have never had a choice.
- Everyone has a choice, son!

- Do they?
- Yes!

And do you know who you chose?
A man who looks like a gay Bobby Ewing!

Hi. I'm calling to see if Sister Rix has left
a number that she might be contactable on.

Rix.

No, she's not been into work and I've
got to talk to her about a gynae patient.

Okay, I'll hold.

Stay away from my wife!

Next time on Bodies.

- Pull.
- Yeah.

You seen Roger?

- Not lately.
- Oh, it's funny that,

seeing as how you two are rapidly becoming
this hospital's answer to Rod Hull and Emu.

And is he the only man
whose wife you've ever slept with?

Fuck you.

I could end up with a dead mother
and two dead babies.

You've made your choice, Rob.
Now you live with the consequences.