All language subtitles for Bodies.S02E07

NARRATOR: Previously on Bodies.

You talking to Roger
about the clinical fellowship?

Yeah, it's a one-year contract.

You seem to be taking it very seriously.

- I hear we've had the first HRPU delivery.
- Twins.

Not triplets or quads?

- Who's your dad, then?
- Dad's William Lucas Hall.

Postgraduate Dean.

We've got two boys.
We've been trying for a girl, but...

I want my keys.

It's the Royal College Research Symposium
coming up.

Usual cock-measuring bollocks. Big
conference, overnight stay at a posh hotel.

If you're asking me to sleep with you,
the answer's no.

Actually, Polly, I'm asking you

whether you'd like to present our report
on the bisphenafil trial

as one of their headline addresses.

Separate bedrooms, obviously.

That's terrific. Thank you.

You have seen the new figures, right?

As requested, we've extended
the women's age range from 49 to 65,

which has brought in a much higher ratio
of post-menopausal women into the study.

Level of orgasm, bugger all.

- It's been pulling down the figures a bit.
- Well, of course it bloody well has.

I mean, what sort of orgasm
is some juiceless old fossil gonna manage?

You'll be 65 one day.

Yes. But my orgasms will
still be a 10. Every time.

It doesn't matter how wizened I get,

every one of my shags will still result
in a great big gushing 10.

- How lovely.
- Even my wanks are a 10.

Please let there be a point.

My point, Polly, is that
we wouldn't have this problem to deal with

if you could all be just
a little bit more like me.

Just a little bit more fucking sensitive.

Well, we can but dream.

It's a study leave form for the symposium.

We're giving a talk on the FSD results
and Tony's asked me to present it.

- Fuck.
- Yeah, I know.

Talk about distinguished audience.
I just hope I don't balls it up.

Yeah, me, too.

Has Roger invited you to the symposium, Rob?

- Not yet. No.
- No. Me, neither.

I wish he'd make up his mind.

But he's asked me to do a poster
as part of his research portfolio

so that's as good as saying that I'm going.

Well, I do things for him, too.
Do you think he'll invite both of us?

- I doubt it.
- Why not?

Because you never buy a round.

Well, I'm sure Roger will get mine for me.

- Are we gonna talk then or what?
- What do you want to talk about?

What if your husband says,
''I forgive you. Let's try again.''

- He won't.
- What if he does?

He walked out, he could walk right back.

I'm the one who walked, Rob.
My marriage ended when I met you.

If you can't see that...

then there's nothing else
I can say that'll prove it.

(INCOMING MAIL ALERT)

David, it's Roger here.

Yes. I'd like to hear the results now, please.

I see. That's for certain, is it?

So, what are my options?

Right.

Right.

(DOOR BUZZING)

Multiple pregnancy, 14 weeks.
Heavy bleeding, abdominal pain.

- How many foetuses?
- Five.

- What's her name?
- Sonia.

Sonia, I'm Rob Lake.
I'm the Specialist Registrar on call today.

Just try and stay relaxed.

The calmer you are,
the better it is for your babies.

There's a chance
you may have lost one or more of them

so I'm going to check for their heartbeats
on this monitor.

There's one. Can you see?

And another.

Three.

Four.

Five heartbeats.

- Roger.
- Chrissy.

- So, we're having quintuplets?
- Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

This is just what the HRPU needs.

- It'll mean national publicity...
- Chrissy.

Conventional management of multips
is to reduce them to twins

or to a singleton
to obviate the risk of

miscarriage, growth
retardation and premature labour.

There's a high-risk unit in Tokyo
who've managed it.

Five healthy babies. I read about it.

Yes, I'm aware of the case.

Wouldn't it be wonderful
to be reading that about us?

Chrissy, medical decisions here
are made by doctors on purely medical grounds.

Any management interference
with regards to those decisions

amounts to an unacceptable breach of protocol.

Sorry.

I think we're all starting
to feel the pressure a little.

Especially Paul.

It's quite a strain to have argued
the need for a high-risk pregnancy unit,

to still be waiting for a
success that will justify it.

She's 22, no partner, no job.

- Who prescribed her fertility treatment?
- No one. She got it off her cousin.

Thought that if she got pregnant,
her boyfriend would stay with her.

Obviously, he's done a runner.

And she's adamant
she wants to keep all five?

Absolutely, but there's no chance.

She needs a reduction
otherwise she'll lose the lot.

Let's give her time to adjust
and make that decision for herself.

Do you want me to speak to her, Roger?

I can tell her about all
the total losers I've dated.

Yes, I think that's a very good idea. It'll
free you up for your other patients, Rob.

We'll take it from here. Thank you.

Right. That's obviously where I've been
going wrong with Roger all along.

I should have flashed him some of my cleavage.

-Hiya
-All right.

Beth has just been chaperoning me.

Erm, I had a 15-year-old with amenorrhea
and imperforate hymen.

And I thought it might be an interesting
case study for the fellowship application.

Sounds good.

Polly told me you're
applying, too. You didn't say.

Well, he's a bit of a dark horse, our Rob.
Aren't you?

See you later.

Thanks.

Are you getting something or...

Let's sit down for a second, eh?

- Here. We'll share.
- No, I'm okay. Thanks.

- Beth, erm...
- What?

Well, I suppose I'm... I suppose I'm just
worried about the whole thing with your dad

hanging over us.

Rob, he's the Postgraduate Dean,
not Don Corleone.

I've gone out with other doctors before
and none of them are swimming with the fishes.

That's Mafia speak for being killed.

I know.

I'm being light-hearted and charming
to reassure you my dad's not a problem.

I know.

So...

If he's the only thing bothering you,
then there's no problem at all.

Apart from working out
if we still fancy each other enough.

And me deciding if I can put up
with the embarrassment of dating a Scouser.

- Um, I'm actually a Manc.
- See?

That's one hurdle cleared already.

Here.

- And then it struck me, what if it's a trap?
- A trap?

Well, of course, it's ridiculous in hindsight.

But that's a measure of what management
have done to me with their bloody mind games.

I mean, I'm so worried about them
levelling charges against me,

that I've become psychologically impotent.

I'm still locking my door
when we go away to the conference.

That's your idea of sympathy, is it?

You want sympathy for the fact
that your libido is totally rampant?

No.

The precarious nature
of my consultancy as a result.

- I mean, if I get accused again, I'm history.
- There is an obvious solution.

Yes, I know, Polly,
but you keep refusing me, don't you?

- How long has she been in labour?
- Fourteen hours. She's not engaged at all.

Still decelerating.

Shit. She needs a Caesarean.

- I'm gonna call Roger.
- Don't you mean Rob?

Roger's on the wards. I've just seen him.
It's okay, Rob won't mind.

Harriet, I said I'm willing to try IVF.

There's still a chance.
It's not like I'm totally infertile.

No. Because I don't
want to. I don't even want...

No, all I meant was I'm
happy with what we have.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Harriet, look, I'm being bleeped.
Yeah, we'll discuss this later.

Yes, of course, we're a priority...

Paul.

- Erm, sorry, I need to go.
- I'll walk with you.

Maybe you could explain your thinking
on the quins case.

I understand you're advocating twins now,
is that right?

Well, no, it's still the patient's choice,

and she's still insisting
that we try to sustain her pregnancy.

I see.

Well, obviously,
you'll be doing your best to help her.

- Of course.
- Well, I appreciate the clarification.

Carry on.

(DOOR BUZZING OPEN)

All right?

Labour Ward.

(BABY CRYING)

I, er, saw the board. Everything okay?
Just a normal section, yeah?

Yeah.

I know I should've bleeped you,
but I saw that Roger was nearby

and I thought it'd be easier just to grab him.

Well, not literally, of course.

How's the poster coming
for the symposium, Rob?

It's good. Yeah, it's fine. Nearly finished.

Good. Look forward to seeing it.

- Thanks, Rob.
- How's it going with Sonia?

Are we any closer to
consenting that reduction?

No, she's determined to keep them all,

so rather than fight that I thought it
was an opportunity we should seize.

Try and bring them all to term.
It is possible for quins to survive.

I know Maya will support me and
management, naturally. What about you, Rob?

Does Sonia understand all the risks?

Yes, her mind is made up.
Can I rely on my registrar's backing?

Yeah. Absolutely.

She'll be monitored closely
over the next few months.

And then, of course, at some stage
we'll be bringing her into the HRPU.

High Risk Pregnancy Unit.

Yes, for round-the-clock care and supervision.

She'll be receiving the best care
in the entire region

thanks to our sponsors, Schmidt Bremer.

Let's hope she enjoys her 15 minutes.
That's about as long as it's gonna last.

If she has the reduction, then what?
She's looking for a way out, maybe this is it.

- Yeah. We should let Social Services know.
- Already have.

- Oh, I didn't mean to imply...
- It's okay.

Night.

I was just coming to see if you've finished.
I'm thinking a curry.

- Curry's good.
- Great.

Thanks for the lift. I'll see you later, okay?

And remember, no familiarity from here on.
We keep it strictly professional.

- Yes, Mr Whitman.
- Good girl.

No, it was 1.5 mils, not 15.
You missed out the decimal point.

- If it was 15, she'd have slept for a month.
- Sorry.

- Roger, can I ask you something?
- Mmm-hmm.

It's a bit inappropriate

but, well, you did say if you want something,
you should go for it.

- Okay.
- It's about the symposium.

- Rob.
- Good morning.

- Is that the poster?
- Yeah.

Excellent. Let's have a look.

We were just reviewing
the discharge summaries.

Right.

This is really good work, Rob. Well done.

I've saved all the details on a disc
if you want to tinker with it.

Would you mind starting the ward round without
us? I need to finish these off with Maya.

Sure.

And pick up a study leave form on your way.
You need to hand that into Admin by 5:00.

Oh, thanks. Thanks, boss.

Let's continue, shall we?

(DOOR BUZZING)

Medical students. Whose are they?

Ours. Tony volunteered. Can't imagine why.

- Got the nod for the symposium.
- Like that was ever in doubt.

If he wouldn't have gone for the poster,
it would've been.

Not with your plan B, surely.

You're dating Beth Lucas Hall.
I think that would've swung it.

- Don't make this something it isn't.
- I won't if you won't.

Okay.

Remember, laugh at his jokes
and don't ever, ever ask what a chignon is.

Morning, children. Follow me.

Up ahead on the right,
we have the High Risk Pregnancy Unit.

A centre of excellence or a total fucking
disaster, depending upon your grip of reality.

Ah, Chrissy. Departmental manager.
Invaluable is not the word.

And you are?

Siobhan Riley, I'm a
fourth-year medical student.

It's the Obs & Gynae part of their rotation.
I thought I'd show a few of them around.

I see. How very conscientious of you.

Well, it's good to break them in early,
don't you think?

Oh, God.

- Sorry, I'm late.
- It's all right, Tom. Nobody noticed.

I've been at the colposcopy clinic
observing a biopsy.

Tim Sibley, Senior House Officer. Hi, hi.

The first ever case here, handled by myself,
was a 25-year-old diabetic

with dichorionic twins.

- Yes, Siobhan.
- Dichorionic?

Two placentas. Excellent.
Didn't know what it was, asked a question.

Didn't stand there pretending that she did
know, so I think somebody's earned themselves

the right to assist on a hysterectomy.

The first baby was born with a severe chignon
as a result of our intervention.

Now, the chignon phenomenon can cause
considerable distress to parents...

Yes, Dr Sibley.

Sorry, what's a chignon?

The ventouse is attached to the baby's head,
like so.

The doctor grips the handle and then pumps,

creating a good strong vacuum.

And then with each contraction he pulls,
drawing the baby out.

Now, the Kiwi ventouse can also be used
for rotational deliveries.

The force of this can
create a swelling, a

chignon, that will often
take many days to subside.

However, with adults it
merely lasts a few hours.

Just long enough for everyone to recognise

what a total knobhead you really are.

The chignon.

- That was really mean.
- Oh, he's a Christian. He'll forgive me.

I just want you to be aware of the risks,

that you do realise you could
suffer a miscarriage at any time.

- Mr Hurley said I'm doing really well.
- You are. Absolutely.

Sonia, currently your babies are only this big
and already the body is struggling to cope.

The bigger they grow,
the more you're jeopardising your own health

and running a very severe risk of your
babies being born with severe birth defects

- such as blindness, cerebral palsy...
- Rob.

Can I have a word, please?

Excuse me.

That's not your patient, it's mine
and Roger's. Can you not interfere?

He was trying to help.

- This is a doctor's discussion, do you mind?
- Jesus.

She needs to keep
calm, confident and relaxed.

So do you.

- If you've undermined...
- What she needs is a bloody reduction.

You want a doctor's discussion with me
then you tell me what you think.

Don't just parrot what Hurley's saying.

No one else's opinion matters, Rob. Just
Roger's. Aren't you ever gonna learn that?

Could you put that away
for me, please? Thanks.

(SONIA SOBBING)

(SONIA WHIMPERING)

She's down to four. She's lost one already.

Sonia, try to relax.

It's started. She's down to quads
and she's still bleeding.

I can't lose them.

We're pissing about here
on something that's never gonna happen.

Quads are still good.

I want to keep them.

I know you do, Sonia, but listen,
you're gonna lose them.

No.

If you try to keep them,
you're gonna miscarry them all. Boss?

I'm sorry, Sonia, we've tried.

But there's still time. If you want
a child, if you go for the reduction,

there's a chance one or two can survive.
Will you let us do that?

Sonia? Will you?

Good. Okay, let's do a group and save.
Prepare the HRPU for the procedure.

We're gonna take you to the HRPU. It's
a special room. A little bit more private.

Has it got a telly?

She said she wanted to try and keep them.

I know. And you tried to help her.
What else could you do?

Wow. This is what they
give you for selling out?

Nope, I get a shed-load of money
and a swimming pool, too.

It's a great shame. My hands are tied.
She wants a reduction, what can I do?

- Right.
- What would you like?

Now, remember, it's not just obs & gynae, hmm?

Anything you want to specialise in,
then I can help you, okay?

Mr Whitman!

Fraternization with students is deeply
frowned upon by the board of this hospital.

Yes, quite right. Shocking.

- You were kissing that girl. I just saw you.
- It's okay, I'll deal with this.

- But...
- Not a bloody word.

He's threatening her. This is outrageous.
You can't bully and abuse people like this.

Oh, really? That's a privilege
reserved for management, is it?

I think perhaps we should take this matter
elsewhere and discuss it more privately.

No, I think here is fine.

So, exactly what are you
accusing me of, Chrissy?

Is my behaviour inappropriate?

- Inappropriate is not the word.
- Go on.

You're a sordid, lecherous,
male chauvinist pig

who abuses his position to harass
vulnerable young women into sleeping with him.

Including this one?

Of course including her.
I've just seen you pawing her.

- No, you didn't.
- Siobhan.

What did he promise you if you sleep with him?
Higher marks, perhaps? Trip to the Caribbean?

He's my dad.

(TONY SIGHING WITH SATISFACTION)

I think we all agree that this has been
a most unfortunate misunderstanding.

Oh, is slander unfortunate? I don't know.
Expensive, certainly.

- There's no need for lawyers.
- Well, my solicitors disagree.

I have suffered career-damaging
management harassment.

Chrissy.

I unreservedly withdraw any allegations I made

and I apologise to both you and your daughter
for any distress it may have caused you.

And now we hope that we
can all move on and draw

a line under this wholly
regrettable business.

Hmm.

I want all reference to sexual harassment
wiped from my record.

Agreed.

And since that was the reason you took away
my principal consultancy,

and now I've been officially cleared,
I'd rather like it back.

Of course, I'll accept Roger's new title
of Clinical Director.

The position of Clinical Director requires
far more than just surgical skills.

Especially now that we're seeking
foundation status.

Roger Hurley is a keynote speaker
at the Royal College Symposium.

Hmm, so am I.

He's delivering a ground-breaking report
on ovarian cancer.

Oh, I'll think you'll find more interest
in one of my farts.

He's raising our profile at a critical time.

Prove to us that you can do the same,

that you have more to
offer than just flatulence,

we'll talk.

I've got the bastards now, Polly.
They are so screwed, I can do what I like.

Someone little drug rep is gonna get
the spanking of her life at that conference.

Hello.

Good to see you, Ben.
Looking forward to the symposium tomorrow?

Can we have a word in private?
There's a few things we need to clear up.

- Yeah, well, no problem.
- I'd like to be part of that discussion.

Well, I'm sure Tony will
update you, if necessary.

Fuck you.

Excuse me.

-I said, ''Fuck you.''
-Is that a request or just a fond memory?

It was a fun time, Polly. A perk.
Let's just leave it like that, shall we?

I am not a fucking perk.

Told you she was a lezzer.

Tony, it was my understanding that the almost
revolutionary promise of the pilot trial

was being replicated, if not exceeded,
by this new double-blind study.

Well, it needs polishing.

What, so the draft figures
Polly sent me yesterday were inaccurate?

Well, you know the anomalies caused
by the Zimmer brigade haven't helped.

Cut them out. Keep the age
bracket as it was for the pilot study.

Look, if the data isn't
useful, then don't use it.

Polly would say that that
was statistically invalid.

Then cut her out, too.

This presentation needs to establish

that the larger trial is confirming
the promise of the original study.

If Polly can't deliver on those expectations,
then don't bring her.

I'm quite certain you'll be able
to meet our standards without her.

You see, what we need to avoid, Tony,

is any awkward questions being asked
about the quality of your primary research.

Because I guarantee, if the symposium
presentation proves disappointing,

then those questions will be asked.

Now, you might very well survive that storm,

but I doubt that Polly would.

Someone would have to
be the scapegoat after all.

Enjoy the vag-shaped swimming pool
we're building you.

What did he say?

You're not going to the symposium.

He wants me to present the report on my own.

- Well, he can't ask that.
- Well, he can.

It's his study, he can do what he likes.

No, it's our study. Mine. I've done
most of the work. All of the research.

Yeah, I know. I'll talk you up,
make sure you get the credit.

No, I want to be there.
I've earned this. I deserve this.

Yeah, I know, Polly.

I'm sorry.

Well, maybe next time I tell someone
you're a carpet muncher,

at least gnaw on the sodding shag pile.

I want one of each. Don't forget.

Okay, good position. Needle, Rob.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Sorry, could you turn it off, please?

- It was your wife.
- Sorry, everyone.

Ready?

Er, Rob, this is a good training opportunity.

Would you... Are you confident?

Er, yeah.

All done.

How did it go?

Good. Yeah, she's
stable. Went okay, I think.

Good.

I've started seeing someone else.

Who is she?

Does it matter?

She works here?

When did it start?

Well, it hasn't really.
Just... Well, not properly.

A couple of dates. I
haven't even slept with her.

Then why are you even bothering with her?

Because I want something more than this.

Isn't now the time we could have it?
I've got the chance.

I'm sorry.

Right. That's everything. You all set, Rob?

Yeah.

Just want to say I appreciate this and glad
everything is moving on the way it should.

Thank you.

Right then, you ready to go?

Yes. Rob, would you mind
taking that bag, please?

Thank you.

This is great, isn't it?

He says the hotel is terrible.

Really?

It's pissing awful.

There's no one interesting or important here.
Here, you speak to him.

- Hello.
- Hello, Polly.

Well, you're better off there.

How is everything?

Yeah, everything's
fine. No problems or crisis.

Good.

And knobhead's just arrived
so we're ready for anything.

- Have a good conference.
- Take care, Polly. Bye.

(WOMAN MOANING ON TV)

Would you stop calling me knobhead?

Hi, we spoke earlier. Paul and Mary
Austin. We were told to come down.

I'm Polly Grey. I'm the Registrar on call.
This is Tim Sibley, Senior House Officer.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I want a water birth.

Yeah, we did request a
pool. It's in our birth plan.

Lovely.

(WOMAN MOANING AND PANTING)

Good girl. That's it.

I'm just gonna check the baby's heartbeat
again, make sure everything's okay.

We need to lift her again.

Get in if it's easier.

After three.

Three.

There we go.

That's it.

- All right?
- Yeah.

It's a healthy heartbeat,
but the contractions are slowing down, Mary.

I'm getting cold.

Yeah, it's not as warm as it was.
Can we heat it up a bit?

Well, it should be constant.
It's thermostatically controlled.

Great. Tim, we need to get some hot water.
We'll have to fill it by hand.

- Right. Shall I call Polly?
- To carry water?

Should we wake him?

Do you want me to pack everything away for
you? I'm sure there's people you need to see.

That's very kind. Thanks, Maya.

Roger, I'll need your key
to put it all in your room.

Right. Of course.

Thanks.

Response levels across all three
main groupings recorded a 60% rise,

replicating, and in some cases exceeding,

the percentage increases
established in the pilot study.

And all the evidence points to this reaction
being achievable

within a mere 45 minutes
of assimilating the drug.

You're nearly there, Mary. Just
one more big push. Come on, push!

Check the thermostat, will you?

Do you need more?

No, I think it's come on again.
It's actually quite warm.

- Yes, it's definitely on now.
- Good girl.

Get some cold. Go on. It's too hot now.

Get a bucket of cold water, will ya?

That's it. Head's coming, I can see it.
Come on, push!

Mary? Shit.

- I can't hold her. What's happened?
- I don't know. Mary!

Tim! Tim!

- Yes, give us a chance.
- Tim! Get in here now.

What happened?

She fainted. She was
pushing and then collapsed.

She's not moving, help her.

I can't find a pulse.
We have to get her out now. Right now.

Could you get me the
defib and call Polly, please?

- Does he know what he's doing?
- What's going on?

Her heart has stopped pumping.
We have to get her onto the floor now.

Jesus.

Okay. Careful.

Can you get me lots of towels, please?
We're gonna need to dry her off really fast.

Polly's on her way.

Can you get the Paeds
down now as well, please?

Thanks.

Look, can you just get back, please?
You're soaking wet.

Just get over there, please.

All around, please. All on the floor as well.
We need to isolate this area.

We gotta get it out. Now.

I think we've got a VF
arrest. Er, the baby's stuck.

- We are gonna have to shock her.
- Okay, let's do it.

- Hazel, chest compressions.
- Yeah.

Mr Austin, can you get back, please?
We need the room to work.

And stay back.

Okay, 200 joules, charging.

- Tim, Tim, there's water everywhere.
- Not around her there isn't. Not any more.

- TIM: Everybody clear?
- Clear.

Clear.

No, still VF.

One more then, Tim,
you continue chest compressions

while I get it out with the forceps.

Right, 200 joules, charging. Clear?
Everybody clear?

Clear.

Still VF.

Right. Quick as we can. Move.

- It's not coming.
- Ready when you are.

Just pull it.

Shit.

Scissors.

Yeah. It's coming.

POLLY: Okay.

There we are. That's out.

Clamp.

Clamp.

There we are.

- Is he okay? What is it?
- It's a boy. Can you please stand back?

Hold on. Let's give her adrenalin.

One milligram.

Okay.

Okay, 360 joules and charging.

(BABY GURGLING)

TIM: Clear. Everybody clear. Clear?
ALL: Clear.

Signs?

Yeah, we got a pulse. She's back.

Oh, flip! I told him to stay back.

- Three out of three.
- Well done.

- It's a team effort.
- Okay.

Erm, let's get some blankets and small towels
and start stitching her up.

Let's hear it for the knobhead.

Of course, the traditional answer to
''How do you give a woman an orgasm?'' was...

ALL: Who cares?

But bisphenafil's gonna change all that.
It'll save marriages.

Oh, not mine, thank God, hmm? Nor Ben's.

He's an incorrigible shagger.
I wouldn't trust him an inch.

Your speech was much
better and more important.

- I know what makes your customers tick.
- Young man.

JD and Coke.

Roger, over here.

I should show my support.
Don't want to seem churlish.

I'll go and see if I can grab us a table.

Congratulations, Tony. Look forward to
studying the figures when you publish.

Have you met Professor Kelver?

Well, I think that's
preferable, isn't it, to...

What do you think you're doing?

Roger's not gonna sleep with you.
Is that why you came here?

- It's none of your business.
- It is my business.

Because you're not just making an idiot of
yourself, you're making an idiot of our firm.

Maya, he's married. He's got kids.
You don't understand that?

So what?

So, think it through.

You're pissed up, you're
gonna fuck yourself up.

I'm not drunk.

I know what I'm doing. I
like him and he likes me.

If he didn't, I'd stop.

He's not gonna sleep with you.

And if he does, he'll just get rid of you.
Simple as that.

Haven't you learnt that yet?

(BELCHES)

Right, top three shags. Who wants to choose?

Maya? Ladies first.

Erm, I've got a bit of a headache.

Try a little bisphenafil.
Sure that'll sort you out.

She's gone, her loss. So,
Roger? Top three fannies.

Sorry, Tony, I need to
phone my wife. Excuse me.

I'll go first. Right, these are road-tested
shags, so I know what I'm talking about, hmm?

The Tilage rep, obviously.

Charlotte Rivers, radiographer.

A&E department, very bendy.

But the dirtiest shag I ever had...

Donna Rix.

She's about a foot taller
than you, isn't she, Tony?

- Well, I shagged her.
- What did you do, go up on her?

No, I'm only kidding. Kissed her.

And then I shagged her.

That's very funny.

Harriet?

Hi, it's me. Sorry I missed you.

I'm going to bed now.
I just wanted to say good night.

I love you.

Er, speech went well.
Speak to you tomorrow, bye.

Maya?

It's Roger, sorry to disturb
you. You have my key.

Hi.

- You have my key. You took it off me earlier.
- Oh, yeah, sorry. Come in.

It's here somewhere.

Sorry, sit down.

- Do you want a drink?
- No, thank you.

Oh, go on, then I can have one.

Well, I thought you had a headache.

- Yes, it was Whitman's encephalitis.
- Quite.

Oh, it must be in my jacket.

I'll have a white wine.

I wanted to apologise as well for Tony.

Oh, it's okay.

No, I should've stepped
in, stopped him. I'm sorry.

Oh, you were fine.
I'm just lucky to be here with you.

I mean, here in the hotel at the conference.

Yes.

Found it.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Do you, erm... Do you wanna sit down?

No, it's okay. You have that one.

Let's go onto spirits.

- Maya, I should...
- One more, come on. I'll get these.

What do you want?

Roger, are you okay?

What is it?

I can't.

Can't you?

I'm sorry, I can't. I'm... I've got a family.
I have children, I'm sorry.

Shit.

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Oh, shit.

- What's going on?
- Wouldn't you like to know.

Why didn't you ever tell me
that you'd slept with him?

It's never your fault, is it, Rob?

I'd like to know why you've been
mouthing off to other doctors about...

We're gonna be asking your colleagues
what they think of you.

Oh.

You're asking me to
bad mouth a colleague.

No, I'm asking you to
tell the truth about him.

Do you really wanna get into

talking about consultants' relationships
with their female SHO's?

- I haven't said anything.
- You're absolutely sure about that?

Yes.

This is what we've all been waiting for
to stop him. We should go to management.