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Oh, shit. Get that. Suction.

I just don't think you're as good a surgeon
as you ought to be.

You blew the whistle.
You say you didn't but you did.

It's been a pleasure working under you.

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

The position of Principal Consultant
should now be a term appointment.

And Mr Whitman is to hand over to Mr Hurley,
effective immediately.

If you think I'm finished, you're wrong,
you are totally fucking wrong.

Give me six months,
I'll have my old title back with gongs on.

Come on now, push! Push!

Push!

- Good.
- Push!

That's it, push!

Push! That's the baby's head. Well done.

Come on now, one more push. Push!

Push! Well done.

What's wrong with him? He's not crying.

Here you go.

No! He's not crying.

Congratulations.

Start the syntometrin as usual, okay?

- Is that you finished, then?
- For the night, yeah.

Well, not finished, finished?

No, not yet. Soon.

Ain't he the lucky one?

Has the locum showed up yet?

I haven't seen anyone.

She was supposed to be here by now.

- Everything okay?
- Fine.

She had the syntometrin 20 minutes ago,
we haven't been able to deliver the placenta.

We gave her a second dose a few minutes ago.

- Anything?
- No.

Pull a bit harder.

- No?
- No.

Let me take a look.

Okay, let's get her round to theatre
for a manual removal of the placenta.

- What?
- The syntometrin needs more time.

It's better for our targets
if she didn't have to go to theatre.

Rob, it's nothing personal. You're leaving soon,
we've got Karen working here.

Okay.

- No?
- No.

- Again.
- No?

No.

Don't pull...

- Shit! You've inverted the uterus.
- Jesus.

Shit.

Okay. Give her some oxygen.

Put up a couple of bags of colloid.

Dottie, a couple of bags of colloid. Now.

Get ready to run in some normal saline.

She needs a GA.

Never seen one of these before
but I'll tell you right now,

the longer we leave it, the tenser the muscle gets.

Hold it up. High.

Squeeze the bag. Squeeze it hard.

We need the water pressure to push the uterus
back up and turn it the right way round.

Hard squeeze, please.

God.

Squeeze.

Have you done it?

I don't know.

Yeah. That's it. Okay.

Okay. Good.

Let's give her ergometrine straightaway.
Should start antibiotics as well.

I'm so sorry. It was an accident.

Rob, I know you're probably gonna
have to report this...

We worked together and we sorted it out
and that's good enough for me, all right?

Let's get her to theatre
for a manual removal of the placenta, please.

Everything's gonna be fine. Everything's sorted.

We've got two obstetric theatres,
this being the second, of course.

Hi, Rob. Thanks for covering.

Dottie, I've been called
about the locum not arriving.

- When will she be here?
- She won't be. Big administrative cockup.

This really doesn't happen very often.
I do hope you'll believe me.

Dottie, I'm gonna call around the registrars

and see if I can find some cover
for the next few hours.

I could do it.

You sure?

That's very kind of you.

I've already called Polly, she's agreed to start
her shift early. She'll relieve you at 6:00 am.

Wow, Roger, the best I normally get is breakfast.

She's doing really well now.

We've had a bit of an event. Uterine inversion.

- When?
- Only a few minutes ago.

- Well, where is she?
- Delivery room 2.

It was only a little one and we stuffed it back up.

- Well, the woman, how is she?
- She's fine.

- Roger seems like a good bloke.
- He does.

James...

He's my replacement, right?

Just 'cause you're going,
the hospital won't grind to a halt, you know.

Poor woman's had a hell of a fright,
but she looks like she's gonna be absolutely fine.

- Tony.
- Rog.

- Tony, this is James...
- James Moore.

James Moore. Sorry.

James is interested in joining us as a Registrar.

- Is that fair to say?
- I think that's fair to say, Roger.

Good. James already has
an outstanding research CV.

He's just finished on the professorial unit
at St Mary's.

Ah, Prof Ducker.
Well, do give him my regards if you see him.

I will. Uh...

Tony Whitman, our... One of our O&G consultants.

Roger stumbled over
saying ''Principal Consultant''.

Unfortunately no more, but I'm not bitter.

Well, lovely to meet you, James.
Hope to have you on board fairly soon.

Ah, Roger, when you've got a minute...

One of my patients up on Gynae, you might care
to take a look at. May, Mabel something.

I'll see what I can do, but I'm quite
a bit busy now, as I'm sure you know.

I know you've seen the facilities
they've got over at University Hospital...

Yes! Wanker!

Have you heard about May McDonald's labs?

- No, her laboratory results.
- Who's May McDonald?

The patient Tony is referring to Roger.
Her Hb is only 8.9.

She was admitted under Tony earlier today.

- But he thinks she's a bad risk for surgery.
- Oh, okay.

Sorry to have called on you so late.

- Roger, sorry, I didn't know you were here tonight.
- That's okay.

I'll do my very best for you, May.

We just got her Hb back. She's anaemic.
Her Hb's only 8.9.

- Okay.
- Her ultrasound's up.

Nothing horrendous that I can see.

She's had previous surgery.

At her last laparoscopy,
Mr Whitman noticed numerous adhesions.

Donna, can you transfuse her
two units of crossmatch blood tonight?

And, Rob, can you add her
to my list for the morning, please?

Well, if there's nothing else for me...

- I'll get on to blood bank.
- Thanks, Donna.

Can I order two units of crossmatch
for May McDonald, please?

- Good night, Rob.
- Good night.

Sorry, sorry. Yeah, I'm on my way back now.

Did the boys get down in the end?

If I'd known Roger was already here...

I'm gonna apply for a job in general practice.

You sure?

Who knows,
I could make a partner in a year or two.

- Do you know what I'm gonna miss most?
- What's that?

Those bread rolls in the canteen. They're fabulous.

Swine.

Morning.

So how's it been so far?

Okay.

I've got a PV bleeder coming into A&E.

A preemie on Labour Ward that's shaping up
to be a first stage delay.

Brenda Clough.

And Tamar Evan.

Thanks for coming in, Polly, I appreciate it.

Bloody locum not turning up.

If I was in your situation, I wouldn't want
to spend a minute longer here than I had to.

Everything okay?

Good. I'm glad.

Thank you all
for coming at such short notice.

Oh, fuck!

Tony. Polly. Just in time.

- I was worried you hadn't got my memo.
- Oh, perish the thought, Roger.

Please, come join us.

You all know Mrs Pringle,
our Senior Nurse Manager,

who's asked me to talk about the new IT.

If you got the memo, why didn't you steer clear?

I forgot.

...this is a pioneering system
with many hidden pitfalls.

Now, first and foremost with the IT is security.

Each of you must commit to memory
your secure password.

Never tell anyone your password,
never write it down.

We can't. You've taken all the paper away.

I suppose that's true.

Tony, perhaps you'd like to demonstrate
inputting your password?

The characters that you type in
won't appear on screen.

For confidentiality, they'll appear as black circles.

Go on, Tony, finger that keyboard.

Thank you, Tony.

Now, for your benefit, we've managed
to get the computer screen up onto the plasma.

Still one or two teething problems there,
Mrs Pringle.

- Is Hurley still withholding your reference?
- Yup. Looks like it's gonna be GP for me.

- Really?
- What?

No hospital buzz? Everyday dealing
with coughs and colds and TATTs.

Tweed jackets, elbow patches.

Doing the same thing day in, day out
for the rest of your life.

All right, Polly.
Jesus, why don't you just kill me now?

Two coffees, please.

Okay, this is May McDonald.
Date of birth, 18th of July, 1941.

Hospital number is 4 731036216.

Tom.

I'd like to go through tomorrow's list, please.

- Catch you later.
- I'll be here.

Morning, May.
Don't worry, you're in the best possible hands.

Well, he is the Principal Consultant.
Me? I'm just an old sawbones.

Tony.

Patient is Melanie Groves, a 38-year-old
with a two year history of pain and menorrhagia.

- Why has she put up with it for two years?
- Waiting list.

- She could've gone private.
- Sorry, wrong bay.

So, anything else wrong with her?

- Anything else?
- Is she a fatty or a smelly?

Not that I know of.
The ultrasound confirmed fibroids.

Melanie.

Hello, my dear, my name is Mr Whitman.
I'm your consultant.

This is her ultrasound.

So, that was his...

Tony. James, this is Polly Grey, Tony's SpR.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Possibly the fibroids are acting
as a natural IUCD, stopping her conceiving.

But if we give her a myomectomy
and she does bleed,

then we'll have to take the uterus.

And then she's stuffed for having kids.

Sorry, Tony, maybe this is a bad time,

but the patient you referred me last night,
May McDonald.

She's quite upset about the fact
that you appear to have no hope for her.

And I feel very uncomfortable saying this
to a consultant colleague,

but it's just not on,
you dumping cases on the rest of us like this.

A surgeon's most important attribute
is knowing when not to operate.

I know what you're up to, Tony.

- Do you really?
- You're buffing your figures.

And now I'm the position I'm in, you can't blame
me for wanting to put some of my own values

into the way this department operates.

That patient needed our help
and you let her down.

These fibroids look completely submucosal.

At the University Hospital, they're standardly
doing these as hysteroscopic procedures.

Nice big incisions, James. The kind of wounds
you can stand in, that's what we want.

See you around, Polly.

Smarmy twert.

Roger's asked me to stick around
for a couple of days, then I'll be out of your way.

He's doing the hard sell
till I sign on the dotted line.

Look, Rob, this is just as difficult for me
as it is for you.

Is it?

No. Probably not, no.

- Do you want one?
- No. No, thanks.

Thanks anyway, though.

Not reading the Journal, then?

Oh, I don't know. It's pretty good for gynaecology.

So where are you going next?

- GP.
- Yeah?

It was a tough decision but what could possibly
be more appealing than working less hours

for more money and not having to deal
with shitty hospital politics?

Put like that, I'm tempted myself.

Rob...

What did you mean when you said
Roger seemed like a good bloke? I don't...

Sorry.

Sorry to keep you waiting, James.

Rob, hold on.

What did you mean when I said
Roger seemed like a good bloke?

I said, ''He does.''

When you've been here a little while longer,
you'll understand.

You don't ask. You don't tell.

Rob, come on.

Roger's basically...

Basically a good bloke.

He's just not that good a doctor.

And doctors make mistakes, we both know that.

He makes them too often.

We had a patient. An ectopic.

He couldn't control the bleeding
and wouldn't listen to reason.

So I called in Tony Whitman.

Patient survived, my career didn't.

Bullshit. I've met guys like you
in every place I've worked.

They can't take the pace or the pressure
so they get out.

And it's always someone else's fault.

- Roger.
- Paul. To what do we owe the royal visit?

I wanted to see how the new IT was bedding in.

I hear there've been one or two teething problems.

- One or two.
- Right, so there are.

Thank you.

- Where can I get one of those?
- Management only.

Now, tell me about this IT failure.

Paul, really, it's nothing.
It's a big hit with the staff.

Mr Tennant. I'm sorry, I didn't know to expect you.

Now, Sister, please, this isn't a formal inspection.

I shan't be asking the patients
to stand by their beds.

Well, thank you, Mr Tennant.

- Hello, Roger.
- Hi, Donna.

Paul, this is James Moore.

Paul Tennant, Unit General Manager.

James published a first rate study
in ovarian malignancy last year.

- I've been following his career ever since.
- Welcome aboard.

I haven't actually joined as yet.

Keeps leaving his copy of his contract
in the boot of his car.

But it's just a formality.
With Roger's reputation in ovarian disease

and how forward-looking
this department has become,

I knew straightaway that
his was a team I really wanted to join.

Excellent. And well done, Roger.

Now walk him out to his car
and make sure he signs that contract, eh?

Excuse me.

- Mr Lake isn't on the ward, is he?
- I don't think so, I've not seen him.

There's a womb that needs looking at.

Well, I'd be happy to have a look, if it's a help.

- Thank you, but Mr Lake is still the Registrar.
- Yeah.

Now you're supposed to be
my eyes and ears around here, Roger.

Why didn't you report this IT failure?

I use a very small airfield at Val d'Oise,
then it's half an hour down to Paris.

Sorry, Tony, have you got a minute?

A bit busy, Roger. What is it?

Well, I'd rather not...

Oh, sorry, do you want me to...

No, no, no, Polly. Don't stop your work.
It's only Roger.

It's not Her Majesty, the Chief Executive.

What's the idea, Tony?

Having an obscene computer password.

The administrators,
they've gone to Paul Tennant with a report

that the medical staff
aren't taking the IT seriously.

I mean, why don't you just grow up?

Rob, sorry, I'm...
Didn't my secretary pass the message?

I've invited James to assist me
in theatre for the rest of the day.

- Right.
- If that's okay with you.

- Yeah, there's plenty I can be getting on with.
- Good.

- James, why don't you...
- Sure.

- What did you say to him?
- About what, Rob?

What did you tell him about me?

Melanie, what's wrong?

Where's the pain? Is it low?

It's all right. It's gonna be all right.
I'm going to get you a doctor.

It's all right. It's all right.

Rob!

Melanie Groves, she's in for a myomectomy.

- Hello.
- She started bleeding.

It's all right, my dear.
Everything's gonna be all right.

Hope you don't mind.
I was in the other bay when the bleeding started.

- Not at all.
- It's eased off now.

Is it all right to give her
something for the pain, Tony?

Of course. Pethidine, 75 milligrams IM.

- Would you get that for me, please?
- Sure.

As the Registrar just said, my dear,

the bleeding appears to have eased off
so I don't think we need to do anything urgently.

What I'd like to do is to talk to the consultant
who's gonna be on call this evening

and then agree a plan for you.

- Verbal order, Tony?
- Verbal, yes.

Roger. I was just gonna call you.

It is you who's covering on Gynae tonight, isn't it?

- Oh, sorry, Roger, but...?
- Melanie Groves.

Yeah, she's in pain and bleeding.

But I think she'll be okay
till my list in the morning.

If she's still in pain,
it's a bit cruel to leave her overnight, isn't it?

We have realised that,
that's why we've given her pethidine.

If she doesn't improve, I can do her tonight.

You're the big cheese, Roger.
Who would I be to argue with you?

She's had more pethidine,
but she's still in lots of pain.

- Is she bleeding?
- No.

Maya, organise a theatre
and an anaesthetist straightaway please.

Yes, Roger.

My name is Roger Hurley.
I'm the consultant on call.

We're going to have to operate immediately.

It'll make all the difference
and you'll feel much more comfortable.

Melanie, I have to caution you
that further bleeding

is a complication associated with this procedure.

And in some instances,
it's not possible to stop the bleeding,

in which case you'd require a hysterectomy.

- Melanie, do you understand?
- Yeah.

Another risk of this procedure
is a small perforation in the womb,

which would require a larger operation,

but I'm hopeful, I'm very hopeful,
that we can sort this out for you tonight.

- Okay? Good. Thank you, Donna.
- Okay.

It's all right, Melanie.

She's a woman of reproductive age
in considerable distress.

I don't think it's an option
to leave her till morning.

No.

The ultrasound confirms that the fibroids
are submucosal, she's no longer bleeding.

So a hysteroscopic procedure
is entirely appropriate.

- Excellent.
- It's not just UH who do them.

Diathermy loop.

Suction.

Okay. On we go.

Tiny bit more bleeding this time.
Increase infusion back pressure, please.

Suction.

Bit of a bloody visual field.

Thanks.

Fuck.

I'd say there's not too much lateral damage.

No.

I need to make a phone call.

I'm sorry, Chris, I've got a patient on the table.

Hysteroscopic myomectomy,
and unfortunately we've perforated the uterus.

The sucker's returning faecal material

so I'm afraid I think we must have
inadvertently cut through the bowel.

Mmm-hmm.

We'll start repairing the uterus now

and it shouldn't be too long before you're
able to get in and deal with the bowel for us.

Laparotomy tray, please.

As you know, the risk of a perforation
with this procedure is at least one percent.

Thanks for coming.

Fucking hell.

Shit.

Fucking hell.

- What are you gonna do?
- What do you expect me to do?

- That's what I'm asking.
- Not take the job.

Carry on my career somewhere else.

Look, mate, I owe you an apology.

Like you said,
if you can't stand the pressure, you get out.

Sorry, but come on, Roger is not my problem.

No, he isn't.

Roger, sorry to keep you waiting. Tea, coffee?

- No, I just had one, thanks, Paul.
- I'm all right, too, thanks.

Human Resources contacted me
about an hour ago.

James Moore has returned his contract unsigned
and has taken a post at University Hospital.

I'm not surprised.

It's my fault, I knew him a little bit
from a couple of symposiums.

Always took him at face value.

I spoke to his most recent boss last night and...

Well, it appears we've had a lucky escape,

but nevertheless, we have to
attract the best to be the best.

That's why I put you in charge.

I made you Principal Consultant
to turn the O&G Department around.

Sorry, Paul, but I'm having
a slight problem with that.

- Oh?
- Well, it's the title, Principal Consultant.

It doesn't really imply
the level of my vision for the O&G Department.

Roger, I haven't spoken to her.
Best from the horse's mouth, so to speak.

Roger, I've been thinking,
now that you're el presidente,

perhaps you should establish a new protocol.

After an adverse event, you should make it
the focus for the next M&M meeting.

Something to be discussed
for educational purposes in front of management.

Of course, we get their view...

I mean, nothing obviously as piddly as this,
but, uh, perhaps a nice juicy death.

- Donna, okay to see her?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm still here.

As I explained to you before the operation,

a recognised risk of removing fibroids
is a perforation of the womb.

Unfortunately, that's what happened.

In your case, the part of the womb
that was inadvertently cut

must have been lying alongside a section
of your bowel because the cut involved that, too.

We had to do a major operation
to repair your womb.

And our specialist bowel surgeon
repaired the cut in your large intestine.

They had to perform a temporary colostomy.

I'm afraid you'll have to live with that
for about three months

before the bowel can be rejoined.

Until then, you won't go to the toilet
in the normal way.

Your faeces will pass into the colostomy bag,
which will have to be changed regularly.

We've decided that it's best for you to be
looked after on one of our general surgery wards.

We do our very best to avoid them, Melanie,

but in medicine, like in any other walk of life,
accidents happen.

I'm very sorry, Melanie.

Melanie, just ask the nurses to call me,

I'll come and visit you
any time of the day or night.

8:00, and wear your best bra.

Anything else for me, Donna?

Mrs Philips who wants you to talk
to her school about careers in medicine.

- The headmistress.
- Oh, yes.

Bay 2.

- Thank you, Donna.
- Okay.

Sorry, Donna.
Just using your room for a private phone call.

I'll let it slide this once.

You know, sometimes I think
Roger's going after Harold's record.

- Harold?
- Mmm, Shipman.

Now that Harold's killed himself,
does that add one to his tally,

or is it like an own goal, strike one off?

What's up?

You're Tony's friend, you tell me.

He's pretty fucked up by Hurley taking his title.

He's pissed off about it, who wouldn't be?

I'm thinking maybe Tony's deliberately making
dodgy referrals.

The myomectomy?

We were doing fine with her
until Hurley got involved.

Your boss is the one with the problem, not mine.

If Hurley's such a shit doctor,

why does Tony keep letting him
operate on his patients?

If Roger had some catastrophic cockup,
he'd be the one to gain from it, wouldn't he?

Not the only one. So would you.

- Polly?
- Tony?

What now?

I'm sorry, Tony.
I meant to give you a bit of warning.

You've been so pissed off
with me being Principal Consultant,

I thought I'd get something done about it.

Oh, sod it. It's only hospital politics.
Life's too short, Polly.

Exactly.

...might be worth it. Get a scan and
then discharge her and do her as an outpatient.

Should be easy enough to organise.

Let me check how busy your clinics are
over the next couple of weeks.

Thanks, Donna.

I'm calling from Gynae about Wendy Frost.

She has a normal platelet count on the computer,
but a very low one on the backup paper copy.

Thank you.

Roger.

Oh, you've not had Clinical Director
slapped all over your scrubs yet?

You know that conversation we had the other day
about values and whatever?

That really did clear the air.
You're here to stay, so better get used to it.

Good, Tony. I'm pleased you're seeing it that way.

I'm due to operate on a patient today.
Her name's Wendy Frost.

She's for a vaginal hysterectomy,
plus or minus anterior/posterior repair.

She's due to be operated on today?

I know. I should have paid more attention to her
in Outpatients.

So this poor woman's coming
into my department for treatment

and yet again, you're gonna dump her on me.

You know what, Rog? You're right.
I think I'm being a bit hasty here.

I'll go home and I'll sleep on it.
I'll talk to Colin in the morning.

Colin?

Well, yes. It's much more his speciality than ours.

Wait, Tony. I'll do her.

- No.
- Tony, I'll do her.

All right.

All right.

- Boss.
- Rob.

I think we could be in danger
of an op going seriously wrong.

- How's that, Rob?
- I'm worried...

- All these referrals you're taking on.
- Are you saying I'm taking on too much?

No.

Because I'm perfectly capable
of assessing a patient for myself.

- You are.
- I'm in a prominent role.

I'm not gonna shirk
when people are looking to me to set an example.

- I understand that.
- So what's your point?

I'm just trying to say that I think
our firm should be a little more careful, that's all.

What are you after, Rob?

- I'm not after anything.
- No?

You're not trying to undermine
my confidence so you can push for something?

To stay on or get a reference?

I'm trying to say I don't want
something bad to happen.

You're saying I'm not up to difficult cases,

but you're the one who's the fuck-up, Rob, not me.
You're the one who's having to move on.

Have it your own way, you twat.

- All that stuff that I said. Forget it.
- Okay.

I mean it. Forget it.

Wendy Frost, 10549.

Vaginal hysterectomy,
plus or minus anterior/posterior repair.

Please raise your arm.

- Good afternoon, Tom.
- Hey, Roger.

On my count. Up to three. One, two, three.

Oh, hey, thanks for that email
about the five-a-side.

I'm well up for it,
but I'm playing the porters, though.

Might as well book ourselves
into the orthopaedic ward right now.

Hey, Rob. You still up for the five-a-side?

A farewell performance
before you turn into a fat GP.

It's golf for him from now on.

Prep please.

- Hi, Roger. Sorry I'm late. I was getting changed.
- Join us when you're ready, Maya.

Music please. What do you feel like today?

- Same stuff as yesterday?
- Sure, let's go with that, then.

Sim's, please.

Knife, please.

- Okay to cut, Tom?
- Yeah.

- Rob?
- Yeah.

Cutting.

Bit of bleeding here. Swab please.

There.

Over here, Maya, next to me.
You'll be able to see better.

Okay.

- She seems to be bleeding again.
- Another swab, please.

How's she doing, Tom?

Well, blood pressure's a bit low.
Pulse is a bit high. Nothing to speak of.

- Let's get some colloid going. What do you think?
- Sure.

Two units of Jello, please.

She seems to be okay again.

Yeah.

This woman hasn't had any history of bleeding,
has she?

No, her results are fine.

Scissors, please.

Oh, shit. Shit, she's bleeding out.

Fuck. Fuck. Clamp.
Somebody turn that bloody music off.

Another clamp, please. Shit.

Suction. Suction in here, in here!

Rob.

Boss, we can't see shit here,
let's convert to an abdo hyst.

I know what to do, Rob. Laparotomy tray, please.

Ready? Now.

On my count. One, two, three.

- Bloody Tony.
- Why do you say that?

She was his patient, not mine.

Clean knife.

Scissors.

Self-retainer.

Shit.

Swab.

Bloody Tony. Ducks out of operating
on his patient and now she's bleeding like...

Swab.

Swab.

Wet packs.

Clamp.

Swab.

Fuck. Fuck.

Christ. Eye-guards. Swab.

Shit, her pressure's crashing.
Four units of crossmatch quickly, please.

Swab. Suction.

Thank you.

- Tom, you sure all her blood results are normal?
- Yes. All her results are normal.

But she's bleeding out. Suction.

This is really bad.
We really need to stop this bleeding.

I think I can see it. Spencer Wells.

Got it. Well done.

Scissors.

Cut.

Christ. Fuck.

- Her pressure's crashing.
- Shit.

Swabs. Swabs.

- Can you see where it's coming from?
- No, I can't. Can't see a bloody thing.

More suction. Come on, Maya, in here. There.

Another swab.

Shit.

Another swab. Fuck.

Swab.

I'll be right back.

Rob? Rob!

Rob!

- Okay, we'll be making midline incision.
- Mr Whitman, I need to talk to you right away.

As you can see, Rob, I'm somewhat indisposed.

Polly, look after her.

The patient Hurley's got on that table in there,
that's your doing, isn't it?

You're pushing high-risk patients onto Roger
so he'll fuck up.

She's in there now, bleeding to death.

So what? Hurley'd be out and you'd be back in.

- What's wrong with her, Tony?
- Do nothing.

- Everything all right, Tony?
- Yeah, fine.