All language subtitles for This is Going to Hurt - 01x01 - Episode 1

Fuck.

Shit!

- Hello?
- Hi, Adam. It's Shruti,

one of the SHOs. Sorry to disturb you.

Erm, you're on the rota
for labour ward today,

- and Mr Lockhart...
- Er, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Erm, tell him I'm really sorry.

I think there's been an accident.
I've been sat here for an hour...

And I'll be there in a minute.

Well, I'm not dead, am I?

Please tell me you
haven't ordered a coffin.

Of course I'm not having an
affair. I wouldn't have the time.

I just fell asleep last
night when I went to the car.

Who did you phone? Please tell
me you haven't phoned the police.

Well, who did you phone, then?

Oh, sorry.

Who did you phone, then?

My mum?!

Shit. Are you deranged?

And what did she... ?

Don't go anywhere. I'm
going to call you right back.

Is coming out!

Is coming out!

Well, a stroke of luck,
you've come to the right place.

Let's get you up to
labour ward, shall we?

It's, erm, a bit of a walk, I'm afraid.

Do you mind if I have a quick check?

I'm a doctor. Probably should have said.

I'm Adam. And you are... ?

- Andrea.
- Andrea.

OK. OK, Andrea, so, erm, baby's arm

- has come out.
- That is normal?

Take a wild guess.
Baby is lying sideways.

Do you understand that? Sideways?

- So you need a Caesarean section.
- Oh, Caesarean.

I've got a scalpel in my
back pocket. You'll be fine.

Shall we go?

- Yeah.
- Yeah? That's it.

That's it. You OK?

Erm, Andrea, I know a short
cut. Let's go this way.

I don't want to hurry you, Andrea,

but we've got to get going.
You're doing brilliantly.

- It's OK. Deep breaths.
- Mind yourselves!

Come on, then, quickly. Hurry up.

That's it, we're nearly there.

We're going to go up in the staff lift.

Nearly there, nearly there.

- Come on.
- This is lift?

It's safe. Come on.

- Really?
- Yeah. You can do it.

- I can't!
- Yeah, yeah.

No, wait. Wait, wait.

Wait for it. No, no,
no. OK, are you ready?

Three, two, one.

Keep breathing. Nice deep breaths.

When I say so, we're going
to jump out of the lift.

Are you a real doctor?

Fair question...

... though, strangely,
one you've asked me

after you showed me your vagina.

Right, there you go. Yes?

OK, so, let's get ready.

Get ready.

And jump! Don't worry, don't worry.

The lift will go round
and we'll have another go.

- You're doing really well.
- What's happening?

It's just going through the...

... through the roof
bit before it goes down.

All right? It'll be light again soon.

- Something's wrong! Look!
- OK.

Jesus Christ. We call
this a cord prolapse.

Ideally, it would happen on
labour ward, not in a mad lift.

OK, Andrea, everything's
going to be fine.

I mean, it might be fine.

If the cord gets cold, then
baby stops getting blood.

No more blood, no more baby.

Right, hold it inside.
You understand? Inside.

- Yeah.
- Come on, come on, come on.

Are you the SHO? Staff lifts now.

Bring a hospital bed
and a box of gloves.

Literally now. Cord prolapse.

Right, come on, Andrea,

we need to get off. Get ready.

- And jump! Jump! Jump!
- Can't!

Fuck it.

Come on. OK?

Andrea, stay there.

Get her up on the bed.
Knee-elbow position,

replace the cord, get
her round to theatre.

I'm going to change into
some scrubs. You consent her.

- Consent her for... ?
- A deep-tissue massage.

It's a cord prolapse!

- Caesarean!
- Oh, well, when you say,

"knee-elbow position"...

My mistake, sorry.

Your outfit looks a lot
like what the doctors wear.

I'll do this. You push the bed.

Get up on here. That's it.

A bit less Alton Towers.

I'm so sorry.

Why don't I drive?

You go and find the anaesthetist.

That's the doctor that
makes you go sleep-sleep.

I've found the husband.

He's just coming up from reception.

OK, Andrea, this is going to be fine.

You'll have a baby in five minutes.

- And is free?
- Yep, free. Completely free.

We're not even allowed to accept tips.

Dr Adam, you should see me
next. It's really urgent.

- Really?
- Erika, darling, can you just take a seat for me, please?

Tracy! How was Majorca?
Did Mick like the hotel?

Erika, just go back to triage.

I did explain that the doctor would be

holding the cord inside.

Probably didn't tell him I'd be
wearing her like Kermit the Frog.

I don't understand.

That's baby's heartbeat.
Welcome to the NHS.

This is obs and gynae.

Also known as brats and twats.

You're generally
sailing the ship alone...

... a ship that's massive
and on fire and no-one's had

the time to teach you how to sail.

It's literally life or death here.

And you're constantly being
splashed by bodily fluids.

Not even the fun kind.

But what other doctors can
say they end up with twice

the number of patients
they started with?

Beat that, geriatrics.

Clothes bill means I'm...

... probably running my
job at a loss, though.

Ah, Mr Lockhart. Having fun there?

- I was just...
- Yeah, I'm not entirely convinced I want to know.

I don't know if you
heard, there was a massive

cord prolapse before.

Erm, crash section. Got
the baby out in 90 seconds.

I heard that you rocked
up ten minutes late,

nearly killed a patient
in the maintenance lift,

then did a Caesarean
section in casualwear.

It was more that I took a short cut.

Doctors aren't meant to
take short cuts, Adam.

Remember when I asked you
to be an acting registrar?

Can you try acting
like a bloody registrar?

I'll be in my office if you need me,

which I strongly suggest you won't.

You've missed a bit.

Mind out, please, mind out.

- It's really urgent!
- I know, petal, but I promise you

- the doctor won't be long.
- Pinkie promise?

Pinkie promise with a
little cherry on top.

Oh!

Why don't you head back
to where you were sitting?

Moany old trout.

- Morning, Ria.
- Morning, Dr Kay.

- Oh, there he is!
- Ward round, Trace?

Can I ask you something
personal, darling?

Is it, "Why do you look
like shit this morning?"

I wasn't going to ask it like that.

I slept in my car last night.

Well, it must be hard
maintaining a relationship,

what, with your job...

... and your personality.

Tracy's the head midwife on today.

I'd let her sew up my
sister's perineum...

... which sounds weird,
now that I've said it,

but it's actually the
highest compliment I can give.

Oh, remember to remove the
thick, shiny layer on the outside.

Ignore him. His girlfriend's
come to her senses and dumped him.

- No-one's dumped anyone.
- But if you do want to smack him,

I will turn a blind eye.

Do you mind if we nip to Room 8 first?

She's making pretty slow progress.

Pop downstairs and review
Mrs Buckstar quickly.

Doctors speak a lot of code,
so it's "epididymo-orchitis"

rather than "gammy cock and balls".

"Review Mrs Buckstar,"
"Go to Starbucks."

Which ward is Mrs Buckstar in?

He wants you to get him a
fancy coffee without me knowing.

Milk and one sugar for me, please.

I'm in labour, Mother, not quadriplegic.

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

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

You've spelt 'pavilion' wrong.

Would you like a sweetie, dear?

The doctor's not going
to give me better care

- because you offer him a Murray Mint.
- In fairness, I might, actually.

All right?

You've got a little bit
stuck at six centimetres,

so I suggest we wang the dose up

- on the drip that's helping your contractions...
- Is "wang" a medical term?

Sure is. And if that
doesn't work, we'll, erm...

Anna, let's put the Synto onto
84 and re-examine in four hours.

It won't be me, actually.
I'll be home by then.

- Really?
- Well, I've been here 15 hours.

If I stay any longer, they'll
start charging me council tax.

- Right.
- Don't worry, darling,

I'll do it, so at least
it'll be a familiar face.

Could you do the
examination instead, Doctor?

It does make more sense
for Tracy to do it.

- Where did you train?
- Would you like me to pop home

and get my degree certificates?

There's no way you could stay, is there?

Erm, I'm not sure I
like where this is going.

You're not saying I can't choose who

does intimate examinations
on me, are you?

I'm saying you won't be choosing
based on the colour of their skin.

- Adam!
- What?

When did anyone say
anything about skin colour?

It's called patient choice.

It's important to have
choice, like tonight I might...

... choose to order a pizza
rather than firebomb a mosque.

I think what Dr Kay meant to say...

What I'm saying is, I know it's
stressful being on labour ward,

but anything more like this,
and I will have to have you

removed from the building.
Is that understood?

OK. OK, let's crack on, shall we?

Wanker.

That had better be a crossword answer.

No, dear, she called you a wanker.

What the hell was all that about?

I guess white supremacists
have babies, too.

Not her. You.

- Me?
- I don't need a white knight to defend my honour.

Hang on. I'm the registrar.

Acting registrar.

- I'm the most senior doctor here.
- Until somebody more senior turns up.

Well, I'm running this ward
now, and it's up to me...

No, I'm running this ward, young
man, and I'm more than capable

of handling myself, and
the moment that I can't,

I'll let somebody know,

and I don't want to spoil
the surprise: it won't be you.

And don't tell the patients
that you're kicking them out.

This is the NHS, not your golf club.

Which room are we kicking out?

No, we're not kicking
anybody out, Benilda.

- _
- They're all in labour, so

we thought we might wait
until they had their babies.

- _
- Well, get a move on.

The hospital's on red alert for beds.

We're actually more than
halfway to black alert.

So, like, dusky-merlot alert.

Can you, er, go to gynae?

The lady in bed 17's fit for home.

I'm actually in the
middle of a ward round.

But, yeah, I mean, I'll find a moment.

Before you do that, you'll need
to fill out an incident form

- for Room 8.
- Hang on, I didn't have to do one

for the cord prolapse.

- Erika?
- Third attendance this week

with non-specific symptoms.

OK, everybody, back to your jobs.
We don't need the Polyphonic Spree.

- Shoo, shoo.
- Oh. Come on.

Not you!

Oh! Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

Right, surprise me.
What's the management?

Right. Er...

OK, well, I would, erm...

... check for a patent airway,

er, then I would put her

in the left lateral
position, run high oxygen flow

through a non-rebreather
mask, erm, check for

a pulse...

So near and yet so shit.

So, when people are
really unconscious...

... their hands smash into their faces.

_

- _
- Adam?

Adam!

Adam?

Do you think I'm rubbish?

Look, I wasn't great on
my first week, either.

I've been here two months!

- Two months?
- Well, I just haven't had a chance

to do much hands-on stuff yet.

How many babies have you delivered?

Erm...

No babies have needed
delivery in two months?

Everyone's always too busy to teach me.

You just need to be
less of a wallflower.

It's dog eat dog in this place.

And...

... the dogs eat wallflowers.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I've
been elbow-deep in a patient,

I've had an ethnostate in Room
8 and someone else playing dead.

Oh, and I've got blood
matted into my pubes.

I love it when you talk dirty.

Right, so, who did you say you were?

My name's Harry.

When you called my mother.

I said I was your fuck buddy.

I said I was your flatmate.

But she knows we've
only got one bedroom.

Wild idea, but you know you
could just... tell her about us?

You don't know her. She'll turn
you into stone, or something.

Nah. Mums love me.
It's like my superpower.

How are we going to fake our own deaths,

then, before Greg's stag do?

I'm thinking avalanche,
helicopter crash...

- Ah, it'll be a laugh.
- Carbon-monoxide poisoning?

Shouldn't you pop along,

- seeing as you're the best man?
- Crap. I was meant to go to gynae.

- Sorry, call you later.
- Don't apologise.

That's the longest call
we've had in months.

I was starting to get bored.

Erm, good news, Mrs W.

You are finally free to go home.

Are you stupid?

I was told you were good to go,
but, yeah, you don't look great.

Speak for yourself.

Erm, must have been a bit of a mix-up.

I'll come back later. I
need to see someone else now.

Hopefully a hairdresser.

Dr Kay, you're needed in Room 4.

Yes, I know...

Never actually let the
patient see the forceps.

The only people happy with
two-foot-long metal salad tongs

inserted in their vaginas
are people who aren't aware

that there are two-foot-long
metal salad tongs

inserted in their vaginas.

- It's only a few more minutes.
- Shut up, Graham!

- And put your shirt back on.
- Just breathe.

That's what's important.

You're doing so good.

You're doing so well.

You're doing so well, my little soldier!

- Shut up, Graham.
- I'm going to play the song now.

Seen one before?

- Yes...
- See one, do one, teach one.

I don't like this song.

Change the song, change the song.

Wait for a contraction.

And pull.

You got to keep breathing.

Just find your centre, baby.

- No stress.
- Graham...

- Dr Kay speaking.
- It's Greg. You've not answered

any emails in four days. No-one
even knows where we're meeting.

- Push, push, push, push, push!
- Pull as hard as you can! Now!

Oh, God, tell me you're not having sex.

- Just on labour ward right now.
- I know it's traditional

for the best man to humiliate
the groom on his stag do,

and traditionally that involves
handcuffs and a sex worker...

Just put some oomph into it.

Welly's threatening to take over
and drag us all to a strip club.

No, no, no, we won't be
going to... breast clinic.

If this doesn't work, will
we have to do a Caesarean?

It will work. Erm, look, it's all
going to be civilised, don't worry.

You say, "Don't worry," but you'll
understand why I am still worried.

Tell everyone 8 o'clock
upstairs at the Crown.

I'll see you later. I really
need to get back to this vagina.

Yeah, well, you're definitely
not having sex, then.

You got to stay breathing, OK?

That's it, that's it.
You're doing brilliantly.

- Thanks.
- I was talking to the patient.

Nice and slowly, nice and
slowly. Don't let her tear.

- You're so beautiful!
- Graham, just stop.

Nice and slowly, nice and...

Dad, do you want to come
down and see baby being born?

- Oh, my God, where's its face?!
- What's the matter with his face?!

His face is fine.

Just on the front of
his head, not the back.

Remember I said, "Don't let her tear"?

Adam's a good name.

You've got a bit of a tear
going into the back passage.

We'll get you round to theatre,

and have that repaired nicely for you.

Won't take more than an hour or so.

Adam, I'm so sorry. I wish
I could've sewn it up myself.

- I've just never actually done it...
- It's fine.

Besides, my genitals were wondering why

they hadn't been covered
in blood for a few hours.

Better do an incident form.

How are we doing here, then?

All under control, Mr Lockhart.

- Miracles never cease.
- Could you just have...

I thought I told you to
discharge that gynae patient.

I see the miracles have ceased.

No. But she's not even...

Are my team causing
you trouble, Ms Mendoza?

We're full on labour ward.

Post-nates, ante-nates, gynae.
I don't know how we're supposed

to admit anyone from A&E.

We've been on red alert all day,
and we're practically at black alert.

Burgundy alert, then.

I'm sure we can do
something about that for you.

- Can't we, Dr Kay?
- Yeah, we could pull out

the patient's drips, and
chuck her out the window.

I knew you'd think of something.

- Leave it with us.
- Can I help at all?

You could pop down to the coffee shop.

There's a vacancy for a barista.

Shruti did her first
forcep delivery earlier.

Er, yeah, yeah.

She had been in second stage
for over an hour, and we...

Very good. Walk with me, Adam.

Quick story for you.

So, there's this acting
obstetric registrar,

and he walks into a room and
he calls his patient a Nazi.

Oh, you're making it so
much worse than it was.

- She was being racist to Tracy...
- Every mother and baby

on this ward is relying
on your good decisions,

and your good judgment.
Apologise to Tracy,

apologise to the patient,

and send some people home.

Oh, and, Adam?

Stop being shit.

Rachel Glover?

Kerry Salisbury?

Caroline Morobeto?

So, you've recovered from earlier.

Oh, yes. Oh, God, sorry, Dr Adam.

I don't know what came over me.

So, remind me, how many weeks are you?

Oh, God, I hate maths.

I couldn't even tell
you in months. Er...

Erm, OK, let's think.

So... Birthday's in June.

I'll be 27...

Well, it's got to be, like, 2,000 weeks?

You're 25 weeks.

Oh!

You mean the baby.

So, erm, what's the... problem?

Well, I woke up this
morning with a headache,

and my tongue is just, like,
totally covered in spots.

Right. Let's have a look.

OK.

I'm afraid that what
you have is known as...

... taste buds.

Oh.

So, is there someone at home we can call

to come and collect you,

or do you live here now?

Oh, God, no, who'd want to live with me?

Right.

Adam, that lady you just saw,
her blood pressure's a bit high.

- Do you want me to send her for some bloods?
- Just send her home.

No, wait. Erm, yes, do the bloods.

Yep?

What's the trace like?

Isn't the evening registrar here yet?

OK. Fine.

Right, we're doing a
Caesarean for Room 8.

Dr Adam? Dr Adam, sorry,
sorry, I meant to say.

My teeth have become a bit itchy.

Send her home.

Don't ask to do it. I'm tired.

I need to be gone ten minutes ago.

Erm, so, we're all good to go.

We'll have baby out in five minutes,

and may I just say, I misspoke before

- and I'm very sorry.
- All water under the bridge.

But just checking it will
be you doing this operation

and nobody else.

Yes.

Yes, it will. Yeah.

Actually, fuck it. You've got
to learn some time. You're up.

- Come on, you've seen one.
- Y... yeah...

So you know the routine. See
one, fuck one up, teach one.

Really? Thank you.

- Are you sure?
- Not especially. Come on.

Are you happy?

Right, come on.

- This it?
- Yeah. Hurry up, please,

I think the anaesthetist's
retiring next week.

- Adam?
- Mm?

Stretch it. Come on. Harder than that.

Right, through the peritoneum, then.

Pop your finger in. You're
not going to damage anything.

OK.

Oh!

Adam? Adam?

Er, yeah, OK, good. Great.
So, you're going to make

a U-shape in the lower
segment of the uterus,

and then you're going to
extend it with your fingers.

What if there isn't a lower segment?

You know, like if it's before 32 weeks.

Yeah, we usually save the
Q&A session for afterwards.

It would just be a horrible, bloody
mess. Come on, get on with it.

- Is that... ?
- Good.

Now what?

I think even you can guess
what happens next. Come on.

That's it.

Just guide the head out. It's coming.

OK.

That's it.

One baby coming up...

No, get her off me.
I'm not having a Paki

delivering my baby! Get her off me!

Stop touching it! You
promised that you would do it!

Excuse me, get me out
of this! Take this!

What is this? Get this off me!

- Adolf's a good name.
- Mum, will you do something?!

You did really well.

One Caesarean down, 8,000 to go.

To be fair, they don't
normally end like that.

Erm, write up the notes and
mention that I closed the skin.

Oh, gosh, isn't he wonderful?

Oh, for...

Cancellations hotline.

Press 1 for you need to stay
at work, leaving me to make

small talk with 20 public-school
dickheads I barely know.

That's unfair. There's only 15 of them.

And I'm just leaving now.

- No way!
- Can you bring a change of clothes, please?

Yeah. Anything in particular?

Erm, something smart-casual

and not totally encrusted
with a stranger's blood?

Hula skirt and feather boa it is, then.

See you in a bit.

You can't help being ill, darling.

I'll just get somebody
else to pick her up.

Right. Bye-bye.

Er, Adam?

I saw what you did to that dolphin.

A gentleman never
discusses a lady's blowhole.

- Do you want my advice, Adam?
- Erm, not really.

That is exactly your problem.

It was pretty funny, though, right?

It's my second-favourite doctor!

Who's number one?

David Tennant. First series.

- How was work?
- Fine, thanks. Who are they?

No idea, but they're better
craic than your mates upstairs.

Oh, come on.

I'm sure you'll find
something in common with them.

There you go. See?
Wearing the same T-shirt.

Some guy called... Welly brought them.

Well, they're not too
terrible, considering.

Shall we just do this? Come on.

Ah! 7:58. There you go.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

- No, you didn't.
- Yeah, fine. May have lost a small bet.

Nightmare! This place
doesn't do Jagerbombs!

Whatever will we do?

- Adster!
- Welly. Don't do that.

- Where's your T-shirt?
- Yeah, Adster, where's your T-shirt?

Put it on.

Put it on.

Put it on, put it on,
put it on, put it on!

Yes! And as for you...

... one pint of gin.

No, I'm not going to drink that.

Well, you will be,
because it's tradi-ti-on.

How can it be a tradition?
I've never got married before.

Right, I need a drink. Is this my stuff?

- So, did your mum call?
- She left a voicemail.

Ah. And you didn't listen.

No. I'm changing my number
and moving to Venezuela.

You done there?

Right, come on, what do you want?

I think 12 litres of vodka
Red Bull should probably do it.

Er, can I get a bottle
of Sauvignon Blanc and...

- ... a rum and Coke, please?
- This'll be Jakesy.

He's probably gone to
Poland by mistake. Hello?

- Kay.
- Mr Lockhart! I'm just in a...

Pint of gin, pint of gin!

... supermarket.

Sorry, Mr Lockhart, how can I help?

Er, listen, the locum registrar

hasn't turned up for the night shift.

Erm... Who's the senior reg?

Er, I don't think he'd get
here from Sydney in time.

Well, do say if you've got
something more important on.

Erm, no. No, no, no. Erm...

No, I can do it.

Will the missus understand?

- She'll be fine with it.
- Good man. Bye!

How long are you going
to be? A couple of hours?

- 12. I'm so sorry.
- And there's no-one else who could... ?

I'm sorry. It's really crap for you.

- You don't have to stay here, obviously.
- I'll be grand.

I've never had a... pint of gin before.

Just a couple more years,
then I'll be a consultant,

and it'll just be me,
you and an Aston Martin.

It would be nice to live
somewhere a bit more spacious.

- We can shower in the glove compartment.
- Right, go on.

You've got some babies to deliver.

You should have gone along
with my avalanche idea.

OK, your first best-manly
duty is to rescue my dad.

Welly's trying to get him to
drink a shoe full of sambuca.

Shoe-ca! Shoe-ca!

You're going to hate me.

There's a... staffing
emergency at the hospital.

There's no doctors on labour ward.

- No.
- So I have to go back in.

Drink this. Then you can't go in.

- I can't.
- OK, give me one good reason.

Er...

- Er, because I, erm...
- Because you'd rather be at work.

Yeah, have a good night, mate.

Fuck's sake!

Do you want the good
news or the bad news?

- Erm, the good.
- Oh, I was worried you'd say that.

It's all bad, I'm afraid.

The wards are stuffed to the gills,

there's no SHO, and the
midwife in charge is Tracy.

- Well, she was working during the day.
- The other one.

"Non-Reassuring Trace."

Right, I'm off home.
But call me whenever.

- I won't.
- Good man.

You're very intent on
showing me your penis today.

They need to increase the
credits on the scrub machine.

You can practically tell
who did your circumcision.

Made a right meal of it.

Keep going.

- Hi, Trace. How can I help?
- Oh, Doctor, thank God you're here.

Can you see Room 11 for me?

I'm desperately worried about her.

Quick as you can.

Yeah. Yeah, it was amazing.

No, I didn't take a photo!
It's someone else's baby!

Yeah, I know, Mum said
the exact same thing.

Actually, I'm not going to
make it home this weekend,

but, erm...

Mm-hm. Yeah, erm, I
love you, too. OK. Bye.

Bye.

What the hell are you still doing here?

Don't you have a depressing
flat to go back to?

The incident forms are
longer than you think.

Just go home.

I'll do yours when I do mine.

- This is yours.
- Oh, no way!

I wouldn't break a sweat.
Non-Reassuring-Tracey's on.

The patient's probably farted.

25 weeks. First baby.

Blood pressure's through the roof.

Grade one Caesarean section.

Get anaesthetics round to theatres now.

Tell paeds it's a 25-weeker
with placental abruption.

Severe pre-eclampsia.

Turns out I probably
shouldn't have sent her home.

Erika, listen. I'm very
worried about your baby.

Placenta's coming away. I
need to deliver you immediately

to save baby's life.

- It's too early!
- I'm going to perform a Caesarean section.

Do you understand?

Do you want your consultant in?

I've got this, thanks, Tracy.

- Is my sister here?
- We've called her, and she'll be here in time

- to say hello to your baby.
- Or goodbye.

Why don't you count down from 20 for me?

20, 19... 18...

Come on.

- Are you happy?
- Ready when you are.

- Adam, have you done a 25-week Caesarean before?
- No.

I've seen one.

Pull. Quick. And retractor in.

Adam?

- Yeah, chest movement.
- Adam?

- Adam!
- Er, sorry. Swabs, please.

Let's start the suction.

Oh, my God.

Come on. Shit.

Pressures aren't great here.
What's the blood loss like?

Er, it's a litre, a litre-and-a-half.

Can you bleep the on-call haematologist?

I'm going to need some
more blood products.

Find out who's the
anaesthetic consultant.

More swabs.

I-I can't see anything.
It's too thick to stitch.

So much blood. Shit, I can't...

I... I can't get it under...

Fuck!

This is insane. I can't...
I can't see anything. Shit!

- Fuck!
- Adam...

... you can do this.

I can't. I can't do this.

This woman's going to
die, and it's my fault.

Shall we get Mr Lockhart in?

- Yeah. Yeah, please.
- Tracy, will you call Mr Lockhart

and ask him to come in, please?

I called him before you started.

Why did you do that? I...

Thank you.

I'm really sorry.

It was really busy,

and I genuinely thought
that she was crying wolf.

She was crying severe
early-onset pre-eclampsia,

which you'd have known if you'd
done so much as a blood test.

And then, for some reason,
you attempted an operation

any consultant would struggle with.

Oh, you can buy Tracy a box
of chocolates, by the way,

for calling me in.

- Can I just say... ?
- No!

Amend your entry from when you first
saw this patient this afternoon.

Write that you discussed
with me over the phone,

and that I advised you to send her home.

What?

No, you don't have to do that.

Well, you didn't have
to come in tonight.

- I did.
- Yeah, you did.

Hi. Um...

... something to keep you going.

_

Hi. I'm one of the
obstetric, erm, registrars.

Are you lost?

Erm, I'm looking for...

... baby Van Hegan. The 25-weeker.

Ah! Are you the one who, er... ?

Well, you're not going to knock
over the incubator, are you?

Bed 5.

I'm really sorry.

I was... really tired, and
I just wanted to get home.

And... this place is insane.

And...

... I fucked up.

I mucked up.

Sorry.

I tried my best.

Just promise me you'll
have a normal head scan.

Enjoy your last night of pussy.

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