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Karen, the baby was
delivered by Caesarian section.

He didn't survive.

Will you come and
speak to our solicitor?

A patient died because
of a mistake that I made.

Put me in the witness box.

That's the type of doctor
they're gonna show me to be.

I suppose you can't call this
a one-night stand anymore.

Don't want to call it anything.

I've compiled case studies
of Hurley's negligent acts

since his appointment.

Why are you conducting
a witch hunt against me?

Doctor Orton, would you
like to come with us please?

They've suspended her, haven't they?

Mrs. Drake, possible ectopic.

Probably significant
internal hemorrhaging.

Oh shit, get that.

Boss, this isn't working.

You're in my way.

Mr. Whitman, I need
you to come into Theatre 12

right away, please.

Is Roger calling me in?

- I am.

I'm Polly Gray, I'm
the registrar on call.

I want a caesarian.

Where's the consultant?

He's on call for major emergencies only.

I'm covering the labor ward tonight.

I want a caesarian and I want it now.

How many cesareans have you done?

- Oh, a few.

This is your first pregnancy, Sophie,

which means things can take a while.

I want a cesarean now!

- It's going well, you've come this far.

I can't push it out, I can't!

Why isn't anyone listening to me?

- It may be that the baby's position

is making it a little harder than normal.

I can use forceps to...
- No!

We'll give you a spinal anesthetic.

It will be painless.

Well, it'll hurt a bit
when it first goes in...

I don't want forceps!

We'll do it in theatre,
under spinal anesthesia.

I want a ceasarean now!

A ceasarean section
is a major operation,

not a lifestyle choice.

You risk all the complications of surgery,

pain, bleeding, infection,
further operations.

We'll sue you, if anything
happens to me or my baby,

we'll sue you!

We'll sue.

My husband's a lawyer.

Let's prep for a section, 10 minutes.

Okay.

Fundal pressure please.

That's it.

There he comes.

There we are, there we are.

A lovely baby boy, really lovely.

Happy birthday.

And hurry up
and become a tax-payer

and pay for all this.

Mrs. Drake, how are you feeling?

- Fine, thank you.
- Good.

See, you did the right thing.

Hurley was halfway to turfing her

to the great outpatients'
department in the sky.

So it's good news for
the patient, whoopee shit.

What about me?

Of course everybody
knew it was his cock-up.

I mean the registrar came rushing in,

I swear to God if it hadn't been for me...

Hello Rog.

I thought I was covering
the labor ward today.

Yeah, we're just
discussing a SCBU admission

from yesterday.

It's all yours.

Imagine what's she gonna be like

when she's got a fanny
like the Dartford Tunnel?

Morning.

Where's Donna?

Bay 2.

Morning, Roger.

How are you?
- I'm well, thank you, Donna.

I'd like to check to see
how Mrs. Drake's doing.

The ectopic?

Yeah sure.

Can you pass me the log book, Kat?

Maya?

Aren't we a bit early, Roger?

I'll just be five minutes.

Now, please.

Morning.

Anyone here for the round yet?

You see, Mister Lake,

no one thought you were
important enough to wait for.

You're late.

Do we have her latest blood samples?

They must be in the trolley.

The other ward round's
claimed the trolley.

What other ward round?

Louise Weazer, one
day post-hysterectomy.

She's complaining of a little PV bleeding

but on examination it
actually looks like it's PR.

There isn't a chance we
nicked the bowel, is there?

Fuck off and we took her
tonsils out while we were at it.

I thought we'd
time-tabled our ward rounds

so they wouldn't clash.

Got a very, very tricky day.

You've sequestered the notes trolley.

Treasure trove.

Now then, Louise, let's
find out if you're bleeding

from your back passage, shall we?

Well, everything looks good, Mrs. Drake.

You had us worried for a while.

Glad to seeing you looking so much better.

Transfused overnight.

She's doing well.

Good, okay.

Anyone else we should worry about?

No.

Good, thank you.

We've not really had a chance

to talk about what happened in theatre.

It's not so long ago
that you botched a crike

and I had to cover for you.

You did and I'm grateful.

Because I thought on this firm

we looked out for each other.

So what, are you going to management?

You handed them one of those
pissy yellow forms yet?

You're being paranoid.

No, you're being pronoid,

you're suffering from the delusion

that people are on your side.

Should have let that woman
die on the operating table.

I'd be in a lot less trouble.

It's so sore.

It's infected.

We'll give you an antibiotic

and it should clear up
in a couple of days.

Hospitals are supposed to be clean.

Where did you get that idea from?

We can't eliminate every
source of infection.

That's why I warned you it
was a possible complication

of having a ceasarean section.

I'll get this sent off straight away.

I need to go to the toilet.

Okay.

I'm just checking
your charts, Louise.

This is for my grandson.

I've got eight grandchildren.

I had seven children of my own.

It's good you've had a hysterectomy,

or your womb might've dropped
out of its own accord.

Louise Weazer, isn't she one of yours?

Yeah.

Have you seen her labs?

What's so funny?

What?

He thinks you mean her labia.

You're a pig.

No, a pig has some virtues.

For example, their heart valves
can be used for transplants.

This is Louise Weazer's results.

It's her fecal occult blood.

Shit.

I'll talk to the colorectal surgeons,

but she'll need prepping for
a colonoscopy, I'm in a hurry.

Polly?

Maya, would you write up a new drug chart

for one of Polly's?

Louise Weazer has just run out.

She just needs bendrofluazide
for her blood pressure.

2.5 milligrams o.d.

Polly wants Louise Weazer
prepping for colonoscopy.

She said it was urgent.

- She'll need phosphate enemas then.

- Ew.

Okay Louise, now just relax, okay?

It's alright.

Donna?

Just a minute.

What the hell's going on?

She's having an
enema before the colonoscopy.

She doesn't need an enema,
just some Picalax sachets.

Kat said the colonoscopy was urgent.

Urgent means do an enema.

I never said it was urgent.

Kat said that you'd
said you were in a hurry.

She thought I meant in a
hurry to prep the colonoscopy.

Shit.

Well?

You keep shtum.

I'll clear it with the arsehole surgeons,

see if they'll cover for us

by doing the colonoscopy as urgent.

Okay.

My leg hurts.

What is it?

It's a blood clot.

My God, what have you done to me?

Any form of surgery carries a risk

of deep vein thrombosis.

It's a blood clot,

not my wrist-watch or an undiagnosed twin.

Do you think that
helps, being sarcastic?

It helps me.

Sophie, what I'm trying to get over to you

is that you've had an
operation, and no operation,

no medical procedure, is without risks.

It's not like picking up
a drive-thru McDonald's.

I thought you people got training now

in how to talk to patients.

Perhaps we could engage
in a therapeutic partnership

in order that we might
start your treatment.

What treatment?

To dissolve the clot.

We'll start you off in injections
until we can establish you

on a tablet, warfarin,
that thins the blood.

Doesn't sound too bad, I suppose.

You'll have to take it for six weeks.

And you can't breast feed.

If it smells like fish
and chips, don't worry,

it's me putting the vinegar on.

The vinegar makes the
abnormal tissue appear white,

makes you wonder what they did

before color tele really, doesn't it?

Hi Anne-Marie, anything for me?

Yep, these came from the
Unit Administrator's Office.

"Dear Colleague,"

"reports have been received of golf balls"

"being hit off the roof
of the Maternity Unit."

"You are reminded that for
health and safety reasons"

"the roof is out of bounds."

"If the culprit or culprits
do not desist at once,"

"disciplinary action will be taken..."

The other's just to the consultants,

a memo about the waiting list initiative.

Right, good, thank you.

No patient can wait
longer than 12 months

for any operation of any type.

I've done you and Tony lists of patients

who are about to go over the deadline.

Thank you.

Has Tony seen this?

I sent his over to colposcopy.

Thanks Anne-Marie.

How's it going, Tony?

You know, Rog.

It's just vadge after vadge.

Quite.

Have you seen the memo

about this new waiting-list initiative?

Skimmed it.

I've got one 12-monther on my list, you?

Three.

We need to get them all in this week.

Haven't got the space.

We can try and make space.

Can't.

Why not?

Haven't got the space.

The Unit Administrator
says she'll lose her job

if we don't meet it.

The reason I've got those
three women on the waiting list

is because I don't think their problems

are particularly urgent.

Why should I bust my bollocks
so that some management prick

can tick a box and then
run off to a job at BUPA?

Thanks Tony.

Candice.

What is it, Tony?

Bloody waiting list.

Well the management say
you've got to sort it out, Tony.

Can't we create an unpublished list

and put my 12-monthers on that?

What shall I call it?

The Anticipated

In-Patient List.

No problem.

Your waiting list problem is solved.

Jolly good.

Here we are, Louise,
nearly back on the ward.

Donna, hi.

Have we got a bed available
for a waiting-list patient?

No, sorry, Roger.

No room at the inn, nothing.

Polly, Louise Weazer
has had her colonoscopy.

What's the report say?

- Normal.
- Good, thanks.

I would be grateful if you
would see this 39-year-old lady

who presented to me in OPD with a red,

oedematous, tender vulva.

I would be grateful for
your dermatological opinion.

Yours sincerely, et cetera, et cetera.

That was two I would be gratefuls.

Really?

Sorry, Tony, is this another bad time?

I was wondering,

why don't you come round
for dinner this week?

Harriet and I have never had you and,

you are married, aren't you, Tony?

I don't do dinner, Roger.

Look, I need a favor.

One of your charges, Louise Weazer,

she's six days post-hysterectomy.

She had some PR bleeding,

Polly turfed her over to the
surgeons for a colonoscopy

and she's bounced back NAD.

Was just wondering if you
could discharge her for me.

I need the bed to get one of
mine in off the waiting list.

I've booked theatre
time for tomorrow night.

Whatever.

Thanks, Tony.

There we are, Louise.

Are you still feeling
a little light headed?

Yes.

Okay, I'll tell the
doctor and we'll come

and check on you a little later alright.

They'd fixed this?

Donna hi, can we arrange

to send Mrs. Weazer home tonight, please?

Actually, she's
complaining of drowsiness

and light-headedness.

Very light-headed?

No.

Or very drowsy?

No, I suppose not.

She'll be more comfortable at home

and if she's still
feeling under the weather

she can ring her GP in the morning.

That's what they're there for.

Doesn't she belong to Mister Whitman?

He's said I can discharge her

to make way for my waiting-list patient.

So can you send her home, please?

Look, I'm not being funny, Roger,

but does anyone from
Mister Whitman's firm know

that she's not feeling totally all right?

I don't want a falling out, Donna,

but I'd like her discharged,
if you wouldn't mind.

No.

I'll do it myself.

Why didn't you back me up?

He's the consultant.

I'm Mrs. Weazer's daughter.

Bay 2 second on the right.

I still feel a bit woozy, Shelley.

Come in.

- Doctor Orton.
- Thank you.

Doctor Orton, Annette Prentiss.

Pleased to meet you.

You remember Mark Taylor?

- Mark.
- Hi.

Please, sit down.

I know this is a distraction,

but do you mind if I take notes?

No, not at all.

When we spoke on the telephone,

you stated that you were present

throughout the ceasarean section

to deliver baby Daniel Taylor

and the subsequent
hysterectomy on Karen Taylor.

I was the anesthetist.

And, in your view, Mister Roger Hurley

was negligent in his
management of the case?

Patently negligent.

He chose the wrong incision,

he ruptured a plexus of uterine vessels,

and procrastinated over the hysterectomy.

And you'd be prepared to
testify in court to that effect?

Yes I would.

Doctor Orton,

I understand you're not
currently practicing

as an anesthetist.

I'm suspended.

On what grounds?

The hospital have yet to give grounds.

Doctor Orton, I'm sorry
but the hospital say

you are not suspended.

The reason they give for your absence

is indefinite sick leave.

I'm sorry, I'm not
trying to embarrass you.

It's just when I inquired,

I received this letter in reply.

It was sent to all staff by
the hospital administrator.

This is a lie.

I'm excluded solely and absolutely

because I tried to bring to
their attention a catalog

of medical errors
committed by Roger Hurley.

So you're saying you are not suffering

from a psychiatric illness?

Most definitely.

Good.

I have to ask you this because
it might come up in court.

You've never suffered from
a psychiatric illness?

Doctor Orton, if this
is difficult for you...

It is difficult for me.

18 months ago I had a miscarriage,

I was clinically depressed,

I had to take time off work,
but I got myself back together,

and I did my job, I do my job well.

Thank you for your honesty.

Thank you.

Hi Rob, this is Maria Orton,

I don't wanna stay on
this line for too long,

Switchboard listen in sometimes,

I'm outside the hospital,
will you come and speak to me?

Rob?

Rob, can you hear me?

Will you come and speak to me?

I know you can back me up
in my case against Hurley.

If there are two of us with
corroborating testimonies.

I'm sorry, I can't help you, I'm sorry.

Hurley is still putting
patient's lives at risk,

I can't believe you're saying this.

I can't back you up.

Why not?

Because it'd make me a whistle-blower.

The wound broke open
because of the infection.

You didn't stitch me up properly.

I did, Sophie.

The flesh broke, not the stitches.

It's all clean and
dressed now, it will heal.

How long will it take?

It could take months.

Months?

I said could, you may
need plastic surgery.

Look at me, look at
what you've done to me.

You wanted the ceasarean.

I'm going to sue, I'm going to sue you.

I warned you of the risks,

but you thought you knew better.

I am going to sue you.

You people, you read some
piece in the Sunday supplements

by some Hampstead bitch,
I do this for a living.

There you go, cubicle four.

Cheers.

What happened?

We got home alright but then
she threw up and had a fit.

Okay, I'm gonna ask you to
wait outside if you don't mind.

I'm just gonna do an examination.

Thank you.

Stay if you don't mind,

I might need to ask you a few questions.

Louise?

I'm Mister Lake, I need
you to be nice and relaxed.

I'm going to do a couple of
little checks on you, okay?

Good.

One of the blood tests shows
the sodium level is very low.

That'll explain the seizure.

Is she on any other kind of medication?

Yeah.

Can I take a look?

These, for her blood pressure.

The type of enema we've given her,

combined with these have
probably caused the low sodium.

We'll stop these.

I'll have her catheterized
and put on restricted fluids.

I'll speak to the medical doctors

and, if her sodium levels
don't come up overnight,

then I'll probably hand
her over to them, okay?

Any questions?

Where can I smoke?

Shouldn't smoke, it'll kill you.

You...

Need a lift?

It's probably just a little
infection in your waters.

I'll talk to the doctors,
see what they say.

I'll come and check on you later, okay?

Morning Maya.

Good morning.

Louise Weazer was readmitted overnight.

She now has a temperature of
37.5, she was catheterized,

so it's probably a UTI.

I've taken a CSU for you.

Thanks, I'll get it off.

May as well write her up
for an antibiotic now.

This is Lilian Edwards,
she is for admission.

Does she belong to us?

She has been called in
from the waiting list.

You're whistling again, Lilian.

You are whistling.

Look, I'll sort this out.

We'll put you in the day room
for now, Lilian, alright.

Can you pop her in for me, please?

Thanks.

Donna, is my TCI in?

Lilian Edwards?

I don't have a bed for her.

But I had Louise Weazer
discharged last night

to create a bed.

The patient bounced.

Oh.

Oh.

Have you got any other TCIs today?

There's a lady coming
in for a prolapse repair.

Phone her, cancel her,

and give her bed to Mrs. Edwards.

The prolapse has been waiting 11 months.

Donna, please, cancel her.

So, Roger, if I cancel her operation,

it's not long before she's
at the 12-month deadline.

Well it's a month.

So what do they want us to do then?

That's next month.

But if every month you
keep having to cancel

one lot of patients to
bring another lot in,

then you're never going...

Sorry, what was I thinking of?

Mrs. Drake, Hb
holding, no problems.

Good, excellent.

Home, then.

I should take an early look

to make sure everything remains well.

We can do that as a day-case.

Someone go and see what she wants.

Rob, we'll be all right without you.

I gave Louise her
first dose of penicillin,

I think she's having a reaction.

Yeah, that's a reaction.

Forget about that.

Shouldn't we lie her flat?

Leave it to me.

Get me the adrenaline,
one mil of one in 1,000,

200 of hydrocortisone,
10 of chlorpheniramine,

five milligrams of
salbutamol to be nebulised,

and Gelofusine on stand by.

Louise, you're gonna be fine,
this happens all the time.

Isn't this the lady I discharged?

Yeah.

Shit.

Someone get me an Ambu bag
and a Guedel airway right away.

Put out a 2222, respiratory arrest.

She'll need to be intubated.

Do you want to do it?

Still got a pulse-ish.

Still got an output.

The anesthetist's being fast-bleeped.

I'll bag her
while you set up to intubate.

Okay, someone get the
Gelo running please.

- Rob, what's happened?
- No idea.

- Maya?
- I'm not sure.

No output.

Start compressions for me.

Get me an adrenaline shot.

Where's the anesthetist, Kat?

I'll check.

Bring her notes!

Okay, I'm going to try intubating her

before the laryngeal
oedema gets any worse.

It's too swollen.

Maya, stop for a second.

Maybe I could...

Shit no, I need a narrower tube.

Donna, get onto theatres,
get a narrower tube.

Where's that bloody anesthetist?

What did you prescribe her?

Amoxycillin, 500 milligrams, iv.

She must be allergic to penicillin.

I didn't know.

Chest compressions,
chest compressions.

What are you doing in there?

It's this one.

He was standing outside.

I'm sorry but I went to the
wrong ward, I'm still new.

Come on.

Maybe we should try shocking her.

It's not part of the asystole protocol.

It's not gonna make much difference.

- Any idea what happened?
- No.

Stop for a moment, Maya.

Oh shit.

She is not breathing on her own.

Shit.

What's happening now?

She's still not breathing for herself.

They're ventilating her.

Then they're gonna take her down to ITU.

Have you admitted it to anyone yet?

No.

- Written up any note?
- No.

Keep it to yourself,
I'm gonna buff the notes.

- Rob...
- Someone should've realized

before your prescription was carried out.

It's not just your fault.

Christ almighty,

she should never have been
discharged last night,

we'd've picked up on the low sodium

and she'd be home by now
watching telly with a cup of tea.

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

Give me your bleep and go home.

What about work?

We'll be fine.

Especially now we've got one
less patient to worry about.

Give me your bleep.

You gonna fill out a
Clinical Incident form?

You must be joking.

Look at the state of her.

Would you want to own up to that?

Christ no!

- What was she in for anyway?
- Hysterectomy.

Jesus Christ.

Don't you just love hospitals?

You come in to have your
dry old bits lopped out

after all the cock-ups,
it's a UTI that does her.

From UTI to ITU.

A palindromic referral.

ITU.

They used to call it intensive care,

till they realized nobody did.

Have you buffed the notes?

A long entry about anaphylactic shock,

severe laryngeal oedema,

every bit of bad luck
during the resuscitation,

our heroic efforts; not
so much about the fact

she was given the wrong bloody antibiotic.

Relatives next.

I can talk to her if you
want, I've spoken to her before.

Okay.

This is the consultant, Mister Hurley.

Thank you for coming in so quickly.

I'm really very sorry
about what's happened.

Your mum developed an
infection in her water.

This often happens when a
patient's been catheterized.

It was absolutely essential

that we gave her the strongest
antibiotic available.

For some reason we're still investigating,

her allergy to penicillin

was not recorded on the drug chart.

Why didn't anyone know about our mum

being allergic to penicillin?

We're starting an urgent investigation.

It may be that your mum
forgot to mention her allergy,

or that it wasn't recorded by the doctor

that admitted her for the hysterectomy,

or that the pharmacist
didn't label her drug chart.

There are so many steps involved

in something as simple as giving
a patient their medication.

It's just too early to decide
what precisely went wrong.

Needless to say, as soon as
we've got more of an idea,

we'll be completely
open about it with you.

Was this something
that wouldn't've happened

if she hadn't been sent home?

She would've needed
the antibiotics anyway.

Can we see her at all?

I'll phone the ITU and find out

when would be a good time for you.

- Thanks.
- Okay.

I'm really very sorry.

Thanks.

What a total sodding balls-up.

Should be a couple of minutes.

Okay.

Tony, you're entitled to an explanation.

That woman, you get
involved in her discharge,

the next thing she ends
up in the cabbage patch.

You know the pressure I was under

to get that patient in
off my waiting list.

Oh, yeah, that's right,

this was all so you could
fix some old dear's vadge,

not that she actually uses it any more.

I'll tell you one thing, Rog,

she's not going to appear in
my figures, no bloody way.

I know he's not strictly yours,

but he's been quite emotional,

and he asked if he can get a hold of you.

He's just through here.

He's PFO, possible PGT/PDE,

found outside the Plough and Harrow.

Where's the Plough and Harrow?

You really should get out more.

Come on, Mark, let's get you up.

Thanks, I'll take it from here.

Okay, if you need any
help, I'll be outside.

Cheers.

What's PFO?

Pissed, fell over.

PGT, pissed, got thumped.

PDE, pissed, denies everything.

What happened tonight, Mark?

I don't know, I don't remember.

I fancied a couple of pints,

just to get out of the house.

How are things at home?

She cries, she wets
herself, she shits herself,

it would have been better if she'd died.

I miss my boy.

I only had him for a few minutes,

he was taken away because
I'd've loved him too much.

Why'd you let Hurley do this to me?

Why won't you help us, why?

As you know, Mister Lake,

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

The hospital maintains they've been lost.

We need testimony from
someone who witnessed

what happened to Karen Taylor
in that operating theatre.

Doctor Orton is prepared to testify,

but, with the hospital
endeavoring to discredit her,

we need corroboration.

If you backed up her account
of Mister Hurley's negligence,

we'd have a case, a strong case.

I corroborate her account.

Great, and you testify to that effect?

Mister Lake, you could come in here

and tell me that Roger
Hurley is Jack the Ripper,

but it cuts no ice

if you're not prepared
to stand by it in court.

I just want Mark and Karen

to get the compensation they deserve.

A patient harmed by medical action

isn't automatically entitled to damages;

we have to prove negligence

in order for Karen and
Mark to secure damages.

You understand that, don't you?

Yeah, of course.

It's about more than that.

I want Hurley to look me in the eye

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

and for that we need you to stand up

and say what he did, please?

It's second on the list.

Sorry, what is?

The ovarian carcinoma.

It's part of a series
I'm putting together,

hoping to publish in the spring.

Boss...

Mark Taylor came into Casualty last night.

How is he?

Not very good, you can imagine.

Yes.

You probably don't know this,

but Karen's notes have been lost.

They're having a hell of a battle

trying to get the hospital to listen

to their claim for compensation.

The money could make such
a big difference to them.

How do you know all this?

Just one of the nurses,

I think she someone knows
their health visitor.

Well, it's down to the hospital

to do with any claims for compensation.

Maybe we could help.

Oh?

By not contesting their claim.

As I just said, it's down
to the hospital, not us.

You could go to management, boss.

Say they deserve the compensation.

I go to management, or you do?

No, no, of course not.

I can't go to management.

You know how fickle they can be.

Today I'm the blue-eyed boy

who's getting the hospital's name

into all those learned journals,

tomorrow I'm getting
them into the tabloids.

What if we just admitted
something went wrong?

Look I'm sorry to bang on about it boss,

but what if we just admitted
something went wrong,

just so they can get their compensation,

and start putting their
lives back together again.

Look, I'm as altruistic
as the next chap,

but I'm not going to confess

to something I'm not to blame for.

You were to blame.

Mister Whitman, I need to
talk to you for a second.

Things might be about to
start to get difficult

for me around here.

You know about Roger.

If you'd back me up as
Principal Consultant, then...

Didn't you have a problem
a while back, kill somebody?

- Yes.
- And people covered for you?

- Yes.
- It's the same system,

that protects you, me, Roger, all of us.

For the most part, it
stops good doctors' careers

being ruined by isolated,

uncharacteristic, human error.

But occasionally, it goes wrong,

and we end up inadvertently
protecting people

like Roger Hurley.

But it's the system,
it's there for a reason;

reject it, and you're on your own.

You're a management poodle.

A poodle pulling a little gay trolley.

- See those adhesions?
- Yes.

What do you think they are?

Give in.

Endometriosis.

I'm normally in on the lap list.

Maya fancied a go.

There's bits and bobs on the ward,

you take care of them for us, would you?

Now where's he going?

The ward's Maya's patch.

Maya, will you close, please?

Close?

You're here to be trained,

I can't train you if you don't
respect me or my ability.

I can't trust you any more, Rob.

You went to Whitman,

what's to say you won't go to management?

I'm not gonna go to management.

What's between doctors
stays between doctors.

Trust is reciprocal, Rob.

Maybe now you'll understand
the damage you've done.

Just caught me, Tony.

If you're not gonna be long,
I could hold on for a lift.

I'll probably be a while I think.

Right.

Turn the lights out when you go.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry, report ran over.

How long can you stay?

Half an hour.

You okay?

Yeah.

Do you want to spend this time talking?

No, I don't want to
spend this time talking.

Why only half an hour?

He's waiting for me.

He phoned me from the pub.

He's booked a restaurant.

I don't want to go.

Then don't.

I have to.

I want you to smell of me.

Hurley must've gone to management.

They're calling me in.

I'll fight, they won't win.

Certainly madam.

I'm just bringing your details up now.

That's no problem, bear
with me one second.

Thank you.

I'll have to see if I can fit that in.

Can you arrange for Thursday?

No afternoon.

Mister Lake.

Thank you.

Right, I'll speak to you soon, bye.

Have a seat Mister Lake.

Would
you like a cup of coffee?

No thank you.

I asked the managers if this meeting

could be just between doctors.

We've been waiting for Mister Whitman,

but I don't think he's going to turn up,

so I think we should start.

I should begin with an
admission of my own guilt.

When you've got a new registrar,

it's not unusual for them to
have a bit of a rocky start,

so you want to give him a
bit of time to settle in.

I now recognize that this is a problem

I should've nipped in the bud,

because it isn't gonna go away.

We've just received a verbal deposition

from a member of the nursing staff,

corroborating information in
the case of a patient of ours,

Mrs. Angela Strawberry,

who died following an unsuccessful attempt

to a surgical cricothyrotomy.

I thought this was gonna
be about the Taylors.

Their baby was stillborn

and Karen Taylor suffered brain damage

during the operation
trying to deliver him.

This is about Angela Strawberry.

This is about you, Rob.

Now, in a case like this,

there isn't an established
protocol to follow...

Hold on Roger, I played the game here.

I have not blown the whistle.

As Mister Hurley said,

there isn't an established
protocol to follow

in a case like this.

Have you have anything to
say regarding your management

of Mrs. Strawberry?

Angela Strawberry was a one-off.

Since I've been at the hospital,

there's been more than the Taylors.

Louise Weazer, Mister Hurley
sending her home early,

that was not a one-off.

Mrs. Drake, me having to
call in Mister Whitman

during the operation was not a one-off.

Look, this is really nothing personal.

I just don't think
you're as good a surgeon

as you ought to be.

If I'm not close enough to
judge that, then who is?

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

Your negligence, not mine.

We've all been trying to tell you,

there isn't an established
protocol for this.

So I've proposed that you be
put on extraordinary leave

from my firm, pending an inquiry.

What if I refuse?

Then we'll suspend you.

Are you accepting the leave?

Thank you, Mister Lake.

Thank you, I'll get the form.

Great, thank you.

I'll resign.

I'll sign anything you want,

binding me not to talk
about you, this situation,

the trust, just let me move on.

I'm afraid it's not down to me.

The details of your case

will be passed on to
the Postgraduate Dean,

possibly you'll be held
back a year or two,

or, in time, moved to a
less responsible post.

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

No, Rob, it is you.

You're just not as good a
surgeon as you ought to be;

and if I'm not close enough
to judge, then who is?

D'you want my badge and gun as well?

Like in those American cop shows,

you know where the guy gets suspended.

"I'm taking you off the bronchitis case."

"But I've been working on
the Bronx for five years."

It's worse with the nurses.

They usually cry.

Next time on "Bodies."

I'm prepared to testify
against Mister Hurley

on behalf of the Taylors.

I want you to look me in the eye,

hold up your hand and
admit what you did to us.

I was not negligent.

How can you keep on denying

what's happening in this hospital?

Something is gonna happen to that baby

and something is gonna happen to that mum.

Come on then, big push now.

I need you to help me.

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

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