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[Narrator] Previously on Bodies.

What did you prescribe her?

- Amoxicillin, 500 milligrams IV.

Why didn't anyone know about her mum

being allergic to penicillin?

If it isn't my fault, whose is it?

She will not appear in
my figures, no bloody way.

I'm married, I can't do this.

So you're saying you are not suffering

from a psychiatric illness?

I tried to bring to their attention

a catalog of medical errors
committed by Roger Hurley.

I want Hurley to look me in the eye,

admit what he did to
Karen and say he's sorry.

Karen Taylor's medical
notes aren't available to us,

the hospital maintains they've been lost.

I thought this was gonna
be about the Taylors.

The case we're dealing
with is yours, Rob,

your negligence, not mine and I propose

that you be put on Extraordinary
Leave from my firm.

It's you this should be
happening to, Roger, not me.

In the last seven days,

how many times have you
had sexual intercourse?

- One time.
- On a scale of one to 10,

one being the lowest possible,
10 being the highest,

how would you rate your level of desire?

- Five.

- Level of arousal?
- Three.

- How would you rate your level of orgasm?

- Two.

You ever been to St. Lucia?

- No.
- It's where they're holding

the Second Annual Symposium
into Female Sexual Dysfunction,

Bing-Stornoway-Carroll
have said they'll fly me

and one member of my team
out there, do you fancy it?

- Sounds great.

Well, I'd like to give them

a preliminary presentation this week.

I'd have to say the
the data at this point

are far from conclusive.

The data's crap, I
cannot show crap to BSC.

- The results are what
they are, Mr. Whitman.

They've promised a cappuccino machine

for the surgeons' lounge

and they're going to build a swimming pool

in my back garden shaped like a vag.

I wonder if I can ask
you the questions again.

I shouldn't be telling you
this, but the drug company

is planning an even bigger
trial later on in the year

and subjects who've responded well

to this course of treatment
will be given priority,

when being put forward to the next trial.

- So I'd get paid to take the drug again?

The trial would be bigger,
so the fee would be higher.

So how would you rate
your level of desire?

- Seven.

- Arousal?
- Eight.

- Orgasm?
- Nine.

(dynamic melodic music)

(light melodic music)

(knocking on door)

Okay.

(knocking on door)

I'm coming, who is it?

(knocking on door)

- [Donna] Are you alright?

(sighing)

I've been bleeping you.

(door closing)

They took my bleep.

- I thought they'd kicked
you out of this room already.

- Well, that would require
one department successfully

managing to communicate with
another in this hospital.

What are you gonna do?

- Nothing I can do.

Will you come back tonight after work?

- I don't know, maybe.

You don't deserve this,

you're the only person
who has stood up to Roger,

you saved patients he could've harmed.

(vomiting)

Morning.

Morning, Tony, everything alright?

- Well, I hope so, how
are my figures looking?

- [Polly] Okay.

Why, what's wrong with them?

- They're a little down.
- Only a little.

Down, what, you mean as in up?

There's a few more
complications this month, yes.

Oh, God, it's the royal
visit this morning, shit!

Upcode the risk factors to
make my, (clicking fingers)

my results look better, thank you.

Smokers have a far greater
risk of complication,

so codify more of the patients as smokers

and the number of expected
complication goes up

and actual numbers look better
in comparison, don't they?

Oh, here's one, there,

you see, gave up smoking 15 years ago.

Well, I bet she still has
a sneaky fag now and then,

recodify her

as a smoker.

Upcoding.

This month's complication rate

for the Whitman firm was 16%,

which is an increase
on last month's figure,

which was 12%, but a rise is only 4%.

4% as an absolute figure,
the relative rise is 33%,

the more appropriate measure, I'd say.

Fuck me, Roger, hold your
horses, let her finish, hm?

However this month we saw an increase

in predicted morbidity from 15% to 20%,

meaning the Whitman firm's
actual morbidity rate

is 4% below the national average.

Or if you use Roger's
way of looking at things,

a whopping 25% below the national average.

(laughing)

Last month's deliveries
by Cesarean section, 21%,

the Department of Health's
target is under 20%.

Two units within this
Health Authority have reported

rates of 15%, our target should be 15%.

Why the hell isn't our target 15%?

Dolts, oafs and dolts.

For those of you who
haven't already met him,

I'd like to introduce
our Unit General Manager,

Mr. Paul Tennant.

Mr. Tennant is paying his
occasional royal visit

to the O&G M&M meeting.

Back to the CS figures,

now here is the firm-by-firm breakdown,

as you can see, Mr. Hurley is 23.5%,

Miss Sharma, 21.5%, Mrs. Keithley, 21.5%,

Mrs. Obi-Nadozie, 20.5%,

Mr. Kumararatne, 20.0%,

Mr. Whitman, 18.5%.

Tony, sorry, but going back
to your complication report,

according to figures returned

to the O&G Clinical Directorate,

we have one of your gynae
patients, a Louise Weazer

reported as being transferred to ITU

following respiratory arrest.

(hushed chattering)

She wasn't my patient.

Who's patient was she?

Roger's.

Actually, Tony, that's
not strictly true.

It was your SHO who gave
her the wrong antibiotic,

why should she appear in my figures?

My understanding is
that the chain of events

leading to her present
condition was more complex.

The critical error was the antibiotic.

Yet there was a chain of
errors, not just Maya's.

"Don't tell him, Pike!"

There was a chain of
errors, not just the SHO's,

which put the patient into a coma.

When the shit hits the
fan, everybody ducks,

some people duck a little
bit faster than others.

When things goes wrong,

people find it easier
to blame an individual,

rather than look at how the system failed.

You're right, Roger, it is easier.

When in doubt,

blame the scapegoat.

I'm sorry about that, Maya.

(hushed chattering)

Okay, bed 13, Surinder Kaur,
aged 59, under Mr. Hurley,

CA ovary.
(doorbell buzzing)

Surinder had a comfortable evening,

she's nil by mouth for
theater in the morning.

Sorry, if this is a bad time and that.

We'll only be 10 minutes.

That's alright, how can I help?

I was hoping to speak to Rob Lake.

Mr. Lake's on leave.

Hello.

Hello.

Have you started school yet?

[Boy] What do you think?

Ah, you cheeky wee monkey.

Here's my mobile if you see him.

Alright, Shelley.

What?

You don't know?

No, what?

Okay,

bed 14, Michelle Fleet, aged 22.

(machine beeping quietly)

(gentle piano music)

Maya,

what are you doing here?

It's my fault she's a cabbage.

There were lots of mistakes.

Are you trying to make me feel better?

We all kill a few patients
when we're starting out.

If every doctor who messed up
was lost to this profession,

then there'd be no one left
to staff our hospitals.

You're Louise's daughter, aren't you?

Shelley.

I'm Polly Grey, I'm
one of the obstetrics

and gynecology registrars.

We've been having a look
at your mother's charts

and I'm afraid there's no improvement.

There was something I wanted
to talk to Dr. Lake about.

Can I help?

I had this idea, I've
seen in the papers,

that sometimes they use a celebrity.

A celebrity?

You know, someone the
coma person's really into

and hearing their voice
brings them out of it.

Right.

I was thinking of Eminem.

By all means, bring in a CD or a tape,

be sure to clear it with a member of staff

before you put it on.

Could the hospital get him to come in?

Do you think he does hospital visits?

We'll look into it.

Thank you.

Come on.

(mellow melodic music)

[Katya] Gynae, Staff
Nurse Katya Bredova.

Can I help you?

Is Sister Rix there please?

[Katya] Who is this calling?

Who is this?

Hello, Helen, Helen, my
name's Tim, Tim Sibley,

I'm the A&E Senior SHO,

I'm gonna be looking after
you from now on, okay?

(groaning)

Because you're pregnant, I'm going to call

someone down from Obstetrics straightaway.

She's 36-weeks pregnant, we
need a registrar down here.

Yeah, I'm trying, Rob's
not answering his bleep.

Rob's on leave.

- The rota says he's on call.
- He's not.

- Who is then?
- I don't know.

So Hurley's firm's
on call, but Rob's not

and no one knows who's covering?

Call Roger.

You call Roger.

I'll bleep Polly.

(quiet hospital bustling)

(machine beeping quietly)

(groaning in pain)
Where does it hurt?

- Ow!
- Does your tummy hurt,

where the baby is?

Ow, ow, ow!

Oh, my.

Her membranes have ruptured.

Aren't we supposed to give her anti-D now?

What you asking me
for, you're the Gynae.

I'm not sure, anyone know?

(light suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

A&E, Polly, great, listen,

with Rob being off I
didn't know who to call.

We've got a woman down here,

an RTA, she's 36 weeks pregnant.

She says to call Labor Ward

for them to send a
midwife down with a CTG.

Could you call the Labor Ward

and get me a midwife down her with a CTG.

And an ultrasound scanner.

Could you get me an ultrasound
scanner as well please?

(groaning in pain)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Her contractions have started.

Now she's started contractions.

Time them!

[Tim] Four minutes 30.

Nice watch.

Uncomplicated tibia, C-spine NAD.

The Orthopods said that they'd be happy

to fix the tib later.

80 over 50, we've got to
pump more fluids into her.

Where's Trauma?
- Get whoever's on for Trauma

and a couple more units of claret

and do we have a Sonicaid down here?

Sonicaid.

- Where's the wedge?
- What wedge?

- The Cardiff wedge?
- What's a Cardiff wedge?

Look, I'll see if I can find one.

Help me roll her.

Okay, Helen, we're just
going to roll you over,

it's better for you,
okay, go one, two three.

(groaning in pain)

The wedge goes under here.

Your waters have broken
and they're blood-stained,

but that doesn't necessarily mean

that the baby's been harmed.

Right repeat her BP.

Right, lying on her back,
the uterus presses on the IVC

limiting venous return to the heart,

there's no wonder her BP was so low.

(Sonicaid whooshing)

That's your baby's heartbeat,
that's a good strong hearbeat.

I'm going to have to examine
you internally, is that okay?

If you could lift up her leg.

Okay.

(machine beeping quietly)

There we go.

(groaning in pain)

Sorry.

Sorry, there we are, just
need to feel your cervix.

Sorry, sorry, all done, all done.

She's four to five centimeters dilated.

We don't do wedges anymore,
but I found a pillow,

will a pillow be alright?

Yeah, just put it in there, CTG's here.

- Okay to put it on?
- Yeah, go ahead.

That's in here, thank you.

(quiet hospital bustling)

[Hazel] Contraction, slight dip.

(groaning in pain)

Everything's looking good, Helen,

your baby's looking good.

How's that trace looking?

Still seeing slight dips.

Okay, organize an urgent
transfer to Maternity.

Mr. Hurley, thanks for coming.

Sorry you've been dropped
in it like this, Polly.

- This is Helen Moore.
- Hello, Helen.

she's 32-years old, 36 weeks
into her second pregnancy,

the first was a normal
vaginal delivery, no problems.

She's been involved in an RTA,

membrane's ruptured, contractions started.

The amniotic fluid was blood-stained,

the ultrasound showed no fetal trauma.

Theater's ready for her now.

So you're going for Cesarean section?

Yes.

What's the position?

Occipito-transverse.

She's got an unstable pelvis?

No, but, um, she...

[Roger] This her film?

[Polly] Yes.

It looks like a
straightforward fracture to me.

With respect, Mr. Hurley,
she's been involved in an RTA,

there are dips on her CTGs, I think...

Let me have a look.

No neurovascular compromise.

These dips aren't too bad,

what's her VE, four, five centimeters?

- Yes.
- Well, you know that multips

can progress very quickly
to full dilatation,

I don't get your rationale for
ruling out a trial of labor.

I don't think she's got the
energy to push the baby out,

which isn't good for her
and isn't good for the baby.

I can do a CS in 20 minutes skin to skin,

the baby's out and safe

and the Orthopods can get
on with fixing her leg.

We're doing too many Ceasarean sections.

This woman has a stable pelvis,
should dilate up quickly,

and the signs of fetal distress

are equivocal to say the least,
she can deliver vaginally.

(groaning in pain)

Come on, push!

Push, Helen, big push now.

Come on, Helen, you've got to push

and this little fella
will be out in no time.

Big push for me now, Helen, come on!

[Hazel] Come on, push!

Will you push for me, Helen?

[Hazel] Come on, push!

Big push, Helen, come on.

You've got to push, Helen.

[Hazel] Push!

Come on, Helen, big push, big push.

(groaning in pain)

(light suspenseful music)

Big push.

Big push now, big push!

Big push, come on, push!

(groaning in pain)

Come on, Helen.

Push.

Push, Helen.

Push, Helen, big push.

Come on now, big push now.

We were all set to
deliver by CS ages ago.

By now the baby would be starting nursery.

Ow! (groaning in pain)

Come on, Helen, big push!

Who the hell uses Kiellands'
forceps outside of theater?

Come on, Helen.

(groaning in pain)

We'll go in there and between us,

we'll persuade him to transfer
her to theater for a section.

Who'll back me up?

Sorry.

Big push, Helen.

[Hazel] Push, Helen.

Come on.

Big push, Helen.

(groaning in pain)

(light suspenseful music)

Hurley is pulling on set of Kiellands'

like he's reeling in a marlin

and something is gonna happen to that baby

and something's gonna happen to that mum.

Please, you've got to
come up there with me.

Why are you bothering with all this?

You've never bothered about Hurley before.

Well, I've never been
in this situation before.

It's not my problem.

(sighing in frustration)

Come on, Helen.

(groaning in pain)

Come on, Helen.

[Hazel] Chin to chest, Helen,
come on, you've got to push.

Mr. Hurley, I'm sorry, but
it is contrary to best practice

to use Kiellands' forceps out of theater,

I strongly recommend

that we transfer this patient immediately.

I know what I'm doing, Polly.

- But Mr. Hurley!
- Get out!

(groaning in pain)

Big push now, Helen.
- Push for me, Helen.

Big push, come on.

Big push, come on.

(groaning in pain)

[Hazel] Push!

[Roger] He's on his way!

- That's it!
- Come on, Helen, that's it!

[Hazel] That's it, Helen.

(screaming in pain)
Come on, you're doing it!

(baby crying)

Walk with me.

If you were my registrar,

I'd kick your arse out the door right now,

you're Tony's, you're his problem.

Mr. Hurley, given the clinical pres...

Don't, just don't.

Is the father here yet?

I don't know.

You talk to him when he arrives.

The good news is they've
got a bouncing baby boy,

the bad news is she's written
off the Peugeot, now fuck off.

(quiet hospital bustling)

There was a well-defined area of CIN.

I'm not on Extraordinary
Leave, not yet anyway.

You stupid cow.

I'm already without a bloody SHO,

how am I gonna manage if
they come down on you?

I thought he was gonna
cock up the delivery.

[Tony] And did he?

No.

Rob's got you believing
that everything Roger does

is a catastrophe.

But it looked like it was
gonna become a catastrophe.

Did the cervix dilate as
quickly as he said it would?

- Yes.
- And the dips on the CTG,

they didn't turn into
anything pathological?

No.

And he dealt with the OT
presentation by using Kiellands'?

Yes.

Well, it wasn't a bloody
catastrophe then, was it, Polly?

Not for Roger Hurley!

Bollocks!

Now I will have to square it with him!

I am the frigging Principal Consultant

and I will have to go down
on my knees to him, bollocks!

I'm really sorry, Tony.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

(quiet hospital bustling)

Gynae, Staff Nurse Bredova.

(door buzzing)

I'll tell her.

Donna, that was Pharmacy,

you are late for Drugs Budget meeting.

Oh, thanks.

And Mrs. Pringle is in the office.

What does she want?

Biscuits, chocolate?

(quiet background pop music)

What can I do for you?

Shut the door, please, Sister.

Mrs. Pringle has received
a serious allegation.

What sort of allegation?

[UA] Racism towards a visitor.

By who?

By you.

Well, no way.

What am I supposed to have done?

I'm not at liberty to disclose

the precise nature of the allegation.

Who says I'm racist?

I'm not at liberty to disclose
the name of the plaintiff.

Needless to say, we take
it extremely seriously.

An investigation is underway
and you'll be notified

in due course if there's
to be disciplinary action.

(knocking on door)

[Donna] Hey.

[Rob] I've got something for you.

[Donna] What's this?

Well, what's it look like?

I know, but why?

So I can call you.

I'm sorry, Rob, I can't accept this.

Why not?

(sighing)

'Cause he might find it.

Who?

You know who.

[Rob] Well, then say it.

My husband might find it?

I've got no way of
me getting hold of you,

I stayed in here all last night.

I said I probably couldn't make it.

You were with him?

Yeah.

[Rob] You couldn't get away?

- It was his birthday.
- You could've tried.

It was his birthday.

Do you still sleep with him?

I've often wondered but never asked,

do you still sleep with him?

- We sleep in the same bed.
- Do you fuck him still?

That's none of your business.

No, I think it is,
do you still fuck him?

No, it not about that,
this is complicated for me,

this is about how I feel about
you, how I feel about him.

Do you suck his cock like you suck mine,

or is that a bit
complicated for you as well?

Wait. (sighing)

I need to talk to you.

There may be a way that
I can get my job back,

but I need help.

I need, (sighing)

I need you to help me.

I can't get involved.

Donna, months could go by here, years,

as a doctor, I'll be completely finished.

This is my best chance,
maybe my only chance.

You don't speak out,

you don't put your head above the parapet,

that's how you survive.

I'm sorry, Rob.

(birds twittering)

I'm prepared to testify
against Mr. Hurley

on behalf of the Taylors.

I'm afraid the latest
round of communication

with the hospital doesn't augur well,

they've actively discredited Dr. Orton

and I think they're trying
to do the same with you.

I'm sorry to bring this up,

but they say you're to blame
for the death of a patient.

Angela Strawberry, that's because I am.

Anyway, without Karen
Taylor's medical records,

I don't see how we've got much of a case.

What do they say about the notes?

Still the same, lost.

When it's their word against ours,

the notes amount to the whole case.

I could try and get you the notes.

Mr. Lake, please be careful.

(light suspenseful music)

Do you have to escort
me everywhere I go?

What if I need the toilet?

Ha-ha, very good.

I'm sorry, lovey,

he just wants to get
some things off his desk.

Oh.

Okay.

Alright, mate, I'll
be straight with you,

I haven't got a desk, she's my
bird, I need to talk to her.

Come on, you know what it's like.

Give us a couple of minutes, ey?

Young love.

Cheers.

Rob!

Christ, Anne-Marie, don't
call him back in, please.

(light suspenseful music)

(sighing)

Are you alright?

Well, I very gently need to feel inside.

I'll be very gentle with this.

(quiet hospital bustling)

Okay, so Donna?

Hello, Earth to Sister Rix.

Sorry.

[Tony] What we're looking at is...

Okay, last one, bed six, Eunice Harris,

one-day post-HSO under Mr. Hurley.

Eunice had some lower
abdominal pain today,

but she is responding to
Voltarol and that's it.

(hushed chattering)

(sighing)

Is anyone aware of there being

some kind of complaint on the wards?

From a patient, a relative,
a member of staff?

I've seen Mrs. Pringle
talking to some of you.

We've been ordered not
to talk to you about it.

Well, what's this all about?

Like I said, we can't
talk to you about it.

Come on, I've got a right to know,

who's said something about me?

Sorry.

Well, who's reported me?

What am I supposed to have done?

If someone has a problem with something,

they can come and talk
to me about it, tell me.

Kat!

How can you know
something and not tell me?

My family were all very good Soviets.

I'd like to thank the representatives

of Bing-Stornoway-Carroll particularly,

as they've laid on some
booze and grub for later,

although they've assured me,

that they contain no
experimental substances.

(laughing)

Now I'd like to hand
you over to Polly Grey,

my Specialist Registrar, Polly Grey.

Thank you.

40 women aged between 19 and 49 years,

median age 32 were
enrolled as trial subjects,

each receiving Bisphenafil,
10 milligrams orally.

They were instructed to ingest the drug

two hours prior to sexual activity

and their responses were sub-classified

as desire,

arousal

and orgasm

and quantified by self-assessment
scores of one to 10.

The red blocks show scores
at the time of enrollment

and the blue blocks show scores
after four weeks' treatment.

(hushed chattering)

I am pleased to report
that this pilot study

promises a valuable role for Bisphenafil

in the treatment of
female sexual dysfunction.

Thank you.

We've cleared the lawn,
so they could start,

no, thank you,

they can start digging the
swimming pool at the weekend,

I have given it a lot more thought

and I still do want it shaped like a vag.

Would you excuse me one moment, thank you?

(quiet background melodic music)

Well, I hope you liked it,
because the other consultants,

they're badgering me about
the cappuccino machine.

I thought maybe with a plaque, you know,

donated by Bing-Stornoway-Carroll,

in association with A.J. Whitman, hm?

(background chattering)

Excuse us, would you just for one moment.

And the Oscar for best performance

by a leading Registrar goes to.

So the Caribbean, fancy it?

Sounds very tempting.

Look, Polly, I'll be blunt,

it'll save embarrassment later
on, when we get to St. Lucia,

I'd really like you to sleep with me.

I don't want to.

No sweat.

(background chattering)

(jackhammer drilling nearby)

Do you know how much
trouble I'm already in?

I need you to claim some notes for me

from of the Management Unit.

Fuck off!

Come on, Polly, you know
what's gonna happen to me,

if they keep me on leave long
enough, I'll get held back,

I'll get dumped off the training program,

I'll be a Special Needs Registrar.

I don't even know where
the Management Unit is.

You can't miss it,

it's the biggest building in the hospital.

Alright.

(sighing)

(background chattering)

Roger, I've been waiting
for the right time,

this Polly questioning your
management of a delivery.

She did more than question it.

Yeah, yeah, she did.

She knows she made a
complete tit of herself

and I've given her a real bollocking.

She accepts that she was in the wrong?

[Tony] Oh yeah, completely.

(clearing throat)

The lady on ITU,

she really is your
patient, you know, Tony.

She's a very heavy
pencil, Roger at the moment

in the column marked death.

Well, I don't make the rules.

No,

no, you don't, so, um,

so I can tell Polly it's cool, yeah?

The lady on ITU is yours?

(door closing)

(kicking locker)
- Bollocks!

Excuse me, are you Mr. Whitman?

Yeah.

Hi, I'm Tom Gorman, Anaesthetic
Registrar covering ITU.

Hi.

We're conducting a trial
and we think this patient,

Louise Weazer might be eligible.

We're looking at the management
of cerebral anoxic damage

and we're beginning a trial
of a membrane stabilizer

called Substance K.

What's Substance K?

Last year there was an anecdotal report

of it improving outcome
in cerebral anoxic damage,

a pilot study in the Netherlands

cautiously supported a role,

so we'd like to get involved
in the first UK trial.

Oh, yeah, something
to do with breast milk

or fanny batter or something

and nobody really knows
or cares what it does.

Still, before we bother
the family for consent,

we wondered if it was
okay by you to enroll her?

Well, she's virtually a cabbage,

you can prescribe voodoo
chants for all I care.

(machines beeping quietly)

Do you think I practice voodoo?

No.

So why did you say it then?

Yes, you're quite right,
I apologize for that.

[Maya] Do you think this
new drug can help her?

It's at least as effective
as a visit from Eminem.

You've got to make them give it to her.

I'm sure they will.

Thanks.

(machines beeping quietly)

Is somebody from Mortality
& Morbidity visiting her?

No, Marshall Mathers.

Yeah, which department is he from?

Yes, Eminem, I know, I'm with it.

The daughter was wondering
if we could bring him in

to raise her from her coma.

Does it have to be Eminem?

I don't like him.

Could it be Dido, I like Dido?

I think the object is to
lift the coma, not deepen it.

(quiet hospital bustling)

I'm Polly Grey, I've been
advised that you're holding

a set of notes on an old patient of ours

and I have to present her case

at the Mortality and Morbidity
Meeting tomorrow morning

and I just need to have the notes

for a couple of hours to prepare my talk.

(phone ringing)

[Admin Assistant] Wednesday?

Let's see, madame.

One of our nurses
reported a serious incident

regarding your son.

What's he done?

Nothing.

Is there a problem?

Won't they consent to Substance K?

Oh, no, I don't know what that's about.

Well, when will you start giving it?

When you've done the paperwork.

Well, if things need chasing
up, I can do it for you,

so it can start today.

No, I'll let you know, alright.

We're just replacing
Louise's arterial line,

after the previous one blocked.

When a patient's been in this
condition for a long time,

sometimes they get a bit bunged up

and we have to turn her regularly as well

to stop her getting bed sores.

(gentle piano music)

We've looked into this matter thoroughly

and have found no evidence,

that you intended your
actions to be racist

or that it was perceived by
the subject of the action

as being racist.

I'd like to know what
I've been accused of.

Well, that's not doesn't matter now.

However we have received
a complaint of harassment.

Now do you deny, Sister,

that you interrogated nurses on your ward

regarding their comments to this inquiry?

I wouldn't say interrogated,

I wanted to know what I
had done, allegedly done.

We take harassment very seriously.

Who's said I was harassing them?

Sister, please.

We have decided to enter a note of demerit

in your employment record,
now what this means

is that while there was
insufficient evidence

to institute disciplinary
action against you,

your chances of promotion
will be seriously diminished

with consequential capping
of pay and pension terms.

Now you may appeal against this decision,

but I must warn you, that if you do so,

we will have to conduct
a more thorough inquiry

and that will necessitate your suspension.

(light melodic music)

[Donna] Kat, can I have a word please?

Yeah.

Just a minute.

Did you reassign me from
looking after Eunice Harris?

Yes.

May I ask why?

We thought it was for the best.

I am not racist and this is my ward,

I make the assignments.

Okay, sure, you're the boss.

[Donna] Was it you?

Me?

Yeah, you, did you report me?

Now, Sister, you know that's harassment.

Thanks, Polly, I mean it,

I owe you a very, very big curry.

I'll hold you to that.

Good luck, Rob.
- Thanks.

(mellow melodic music)

(photocopier whirring quietly)

Yes.

No, they're both here now.

The Taylors are still on their way in,

we'll have to start without them.

This is a copy of Karen
Taylor's medical notes,

ever since I began
representing the Taylors,

the hospital has maintained
these notes were lost.

They've been recovered and copied.

A similar case three months ago

was settled for 2.3 million pounds.

I'm prepared to testify that
Roger Hurley was negligent

in his handling of the Taylor case.

Roger Hurley's mistakes
killed their baby

and brain-damaged Karen.
I will further testify

that I presented you with a report

cataloging numerous acts of negligence

perpetrated by Mr. Hurley
since his appointment,

a report that you've so
far failed to act on,

Mr. Lake will testify to the same effect.

Rather than entangling the Taylors

in years of legal action, I am
hereby petitioning the Trust

to settle out-of-court damages

in the sum of three million pounds.

I'd like to be reinstated to my post

of Specialist Registrar in
Obstetrics and Gynaecology.

I would like to be reinstated to my post

of Consultant in Anesthetics.

Well, thank you.

If you wouldn't mind leaving us,

we'd like to deliberate in private.

(clearing throat)

Anyone else?

No, thanks.

Roger?

No, thanks.

Roger, I understand you've requested

a locum to cover Mr.
Lake's Extraordinary Leave.

Yes, that's right.

I don't see why we have to
pay someone to do his job,

when he could be doing it himself.

You're gonna reinstate him?

What is it he's on leave for exactly?

The death of this Angela Strawberry woman,

whose relatives aren't suing us,

haven't even made a complaint.

Why give ourselves the hassle?

He's only a trainee.

Push him out the door
with glowing references,

pretty soon he'll be some
other hospital's problem.

You're not thinking about
doing the same with Maria?

Ah, Consultants are harder to shift,

you and your permanent contracts.

(laughing)

Get them back in, would you?

(door opening)

[Administrator] Would
you like to come in please?

Oh, by the way, the Chief
Executive wanted me to pass on

that she's had a very warm
feedback from Schmidt-Brehmer

regarding the new
Postgraduate Center Library,

apparently they're very
excited about your new trials.

- Great.
- How's it coming along,

are we gonna get into the Lancet?

Well, I'm hoping to get into
the British Medical Journal.

Hm, very good, Lancet next time, eh?

Mr. Lake, if I were to rescind your leave,

you would have to sign a
confidentiality agreement

forbidding you from ever discussing

the terms of your reinstatement.

Why do you keep denying what's
happening in this hospital?

Mr. Lake, do you agree?

I'll have to think about it.

Do you think you're going
to get a better offer today?

I agree.

You'll get written
confirmation in the morning.

Thank you, Mr. Lake.

Miss Prentiss, I'm sure you're aware

of the complexity of the Taylors' case.

Have you had much experience
of medicolegal cases?

I imagine not.

It would be improper of you
not to inform your clients

that this matter won't be resolved

without years of legal process,

in fact, it would just add to
their distress not to do so.

Every day the Taylors are suffering,

because of Mr. Hurley's negligence,

they deserve to be dealt with quickly.

Miss Prentiss, I'd like
you to inform your clients,

that I will instruct our
solicitors to deal with this matter

as expeditiously as possible,
but they should be prepared

for it to take years rather than months.

I have a copy of the notes,

I have the testimony of
two medical witnesses.

I'm sorry, but what
reason have you given us

to circumvent due legal process?

Thank you, Miss Prentiss

and Dr. Orton, I'd like
you to stay behind,

if you wouldn't mind.

(light melodic music)

I had to take it.

Sorry, we had some problems.

So how's it going?

It's the apology, isn't
it, he wouldn't give it?

- No!
- I knew he wouldn't, bastard!

Mark, they didn't give us anything.

- Mark.
- What do you mean?

We've got the notes in
black and white, everything,

Rob and Maria saying exactly what went on.

- It's not enough.
- No!

I'm sorry.

They're in there, they're in there now?

Mark.

You know what you did to us!

I want you to say you're sorry!

I want you to look me in
the eye, hold up your hands

and admit what you did to us.

Mr. Taylor, I've explained
to you what happened.

Of course I'm sympathetic
to Karen's condition

and the death of your baby,
but I was not negligent.

Mr. Taylor, please accept my sympathy,

but now this is a matter for
our solicitors and yours.

How can they do this to us?

How can they get away with this?

Bastards, how can you do this to us?

Bastards!

Bastards!

(mellow melodic music)

(light melancholic music)

Taxi for Prentiss?

Can I give you some help?

We're okay.

You people, you just walk away,

you just walk away.

You have leveled serious allegations

against a fellow Consultant,

but none of your Consultant colleagues

have come out in support
of these allegations.

We would like you to take some time

to decide about your future.

That's why we've dealt the
way we have with your illness.

I'm not ill, I was never ill.

Roger Hurley's figures are no worse

than any other surgeon in this hospital,

there's no excess
mortality or morbidity in...

Oh, God!

You people think that
everything can be boiled down

to a string of figures,

life is not that simple,

medicine certainly is not
that simple and you know that.

Not everything that counts can be counted.

Maria, I just don't think
you're ready to come back.

I'm the one barred
from hospital premises,

I'm the one?

(light melodic music)

And all the time,

Roger's going about his business
like nothing has happened.

(door buzzing)

(machine beeping quietly)

Can I do it?

Yeah, come on.

Everything's gonna be alright now,

because we're giving her Substance K.

You not even gonna say welcome back?

(quiet hospital bustling)

What?

You not being around,

I thought it'd make it easier
for this thing to fizzle out.

Is that what you want,
for it to fizzle out?

I don't know,

I wanted it to be easy.

Didn't you ever just think, sod it,

why don't I bugger off and
try something different?

A bloke works in the
circus as an elephant keeper,

his job's to clean out
the elephant's arse hole,

every day he cleans out the arse hole

and every day the elephant
shits all over him.

His mates are like, please pack it in,

he's appalled and he says,
"What, and leave show business?"

- Maya, Dr. Lake around?
- Hurley's on ward.

(background chattering)

- See you later.
- Yeah, keep your chin up.

(mellow melodic music)

Rob, you'll receive a letter tomorrow,

but you should know now
that you're back at work

only on the condition that
you transfer to a post

in a different Health Region
within the next two months.

Nobody said anything about transferring.

You'll be given a glowing reference,

it's standard practice, when a hospital

needs to be quickly rid
of an incompetent doctor.

This time next year, the year
after, the year after that,

I'll still be here, where will you be?

[Narrator] Next time on Bodies.

- Shit, what's happening?
- What's wrong?

Is the baby okay?

When you messed up the
crike on Mrs. Strawberry,

I covered for you then, I won't any more.

It's been a pleasure
working under you, Mr. Lake.

Help in room one!

Push!

Why do you want to
transfer to a new hospital?

Three Stars, three Stars!

Dottie!

Fuck the lot of you.

[Tom] Hey, hey, you can't come in here.

- You screwed me.
- You screwed yourself.

(dynamic melodic music)

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