All language subtitles for Bodies.S02E06

Previously on Bodies.

I made a choice to work with Roger.

Not because I think he's a great guy,

but because it is the only way I can carry on
doing a job that I wanna do.

The region have promised us an answer today

as to whether we're getting
the High Risk Pregnancy Unit or not.

Would he like me
to submit the risk assessment first?

I am fed up of the near misses,
the plausible excuses.

Let's put a stop to this,
boss. I'll stand by you.

Are you getting any of these messages?
I just want an answer.

I want to know if you're coming home again
or if it's over, that's all.

- Thank you for today, Rob.
- No problem, boss.

- He's doing okay.
- Hello, beautiful.

Congratulations. I'm Polly Grey. I'm
the Obstetrics Registrar. This is Dr Sibley.

- He's recently started with us.
- Hello, there. Congratulations.

Will it be all right if he delivers
the placenta? I'll be supervising.

Yeah, that'll be fine.

So, feel the uterus contracting down
to roughly a 20-week size.

And look for
cord-lengthening or PV bleeding.

I think the cord's lengthening.

250 grand it costs to train a doctor.
You can see where the money goes.

Okay, controlled cord traction now.

So, with one hand pressing suprapubically,
and with the other gently pull the cord.

Try a little harder.

You're right to be gentle
but, go on, give it a decent pull. Go on.

Give a decent pull.

Sorry.

Here it comes.

Sorry.

The High Risk Pregnancy Unit
will receive cases from all over the region.

Those cases will include
women with complex medical problems

and ones who'll be expected have difficulties
with their pregnancies and deliveries.

- We had a retained placenta.
- Shit! Why?

Cord snapped.

...and hopefully in time,
one with a national reputation.

Finally, I heard
from the Postgraduate Dean yesterday,

and I'm very pleased to announce
that we secured funding

for a clinical fellowship in maternal medicine
for one of our specialist registrars.

And now, it's with great pleasure
that I'd like to welcome Sarah Tankard, MP.

The last time I attended was not in my duties
as your Member of Parliament,

but as just another expectant mum.

I have very many happy memories of that day,
evidence of which I'm holding in my arms.

I don't know how you feel about it, Rog,

but I'd be delighted to cover the HRPU
on the first day.

Naturally, I'm relieved they didn't ask me
to cut the first umbilical cord.

- So, what do you think, Rog?
- No thanks, Tony.

Had Roger said anything to you
about the clinical fellowship?

- Why, are you interested?
- Shouldn't I be?

It looks great on your CV if you're going
for the big teaching hospital consultant job.

Had he?

No.

- Maya's in bay 1.
- Thank you.

Just today of all days.

How long is it going to take?

Sorry.

Sorry, Donna. Where are they?

- Uh, bay...
- It's all right.

- Congratulations, Roger, on the HRPU.
- Oh, thank you, Donna.

But... Sorry.
We haven't been given any guidelines yet.

Well, that's something we'll get round to,
I'm sure.

The unit's open. I'd like to be able
to tell my nurses what to expect.

Yes, of course.

The thing is, Donna, I see it very much
as a department of the Labour Ward,

and arguably it's not desirable for Gynae
to get that closely involved.

Sorry, while I remember, I need to pop out
of the hospital for an hour or so today.

- So I'll let you know who can cover.
- No problem, Roger.

This is Katie Chan.

She's recovering from a ruptured ectopic
on the left fallopian tube.

Katie's not feeling too well today.
She's still weak from the blood loss.

I'm sorry to hear that.
Let's have a look, shall we?

Mrs Obi-Nadozie's secretary, please.

Hi, Julie, what's Mrs O-N got on today?

Okay. Okay, thanks. No,
no, that's all right. Bye.

Sorry, Roger, all the other O&G consultants
are busy. There's only Tony.

Okay. Thank you, Donna. Thank you, everyone.

Tony's in theatre today.

Didn't seem to think there was a clash.

- So now we're covering the HRPU?
- Mmm-hmm.

Oh. Somebody I should know, Polly?

You know me, Tony.
Work, work, work, no time for socialising.

Oh, Polly, you're impenetrable.

Though not literally, I hope.

This HRPU is a whole new layer of stress.
And we've got a theatre list.

Well, it's a brand-new unit.

Most of the other hospitals in the region,

they haven't even sorted out
the referral protocols yet.

What's gonna come in on the first day?

- Push!
- Big push, love.

Tracey, we need big pushes.
Big, big pushes. Push!

CTG's starting to look crappy.

Okay, Tracey, we need to get
this baby out, okay? Push. Big push.

Tracey Wright, referral
from Midland Maternity.

25-year-old diabetic, 37 weeks diamniotic,

dichorionic twins, both
large on the last scan.

CTG showing foetal distress.

- Who's OT?
- Tracey, come on, big push now. Big push!

- Shit! Need more pushing.
- You've got to push, Tracey.

- Push!
- Baby's not coming down.

And the mum's knackered. Push!

No, I need a ventouse.

Tracey, the first baby is lying at an odd
angle and we need to get him out straightaway.

Push! Help me now, Tracey.
Come on, push, push!

Come on, push! Push! Big push.

Big pushes. Push!

Push! Push!

- Come on, Tracey, push!
- Push!

- Come on, push, Tracey.
- Rob.

- Sorry, I...
- No, no, no, get in, glove up.

- Push, Tracey, push! Big push!
- Push!

- Come on, Tracey. Come on, push!
- That's it! Push!

Keep it going, push! That's it, push!

I'll take the ventouse if you want me to.

Go on, keep pushing,
Tracey. That's it, Tracey.

Push. Push!

That's it, that's it. That's it!

There you go, there you go. That's it.

- Push!
- That's it, that's it.

Clamp and scissors.

Clearing the airway. Oxygen.

There we go.

Congratulations, it's a boy.

Well done, Tracey. We've got a bit
of time before the second delivery,

so you just rest and take it easy for a bit.

Will you start synto, please, Hazel?
I'll carry on, Rob.

I... I saw on the board.
I knew Tony was in theatre, so I...

No, no, no, it's okay. I'm
grateful that you're here.

Oh, great, that's all we need.

Mr Whitman says he'll
be here as soon as he can.

New unit, no consultant. Brilliant.

First one was big, Polly.

She's not a great candidate for a Caesarean
if there's delay on the second.

Welcome to high-risk pregnancies.

I'm trying to stabilise the baby
into a longitudinal line,

but I'm finding it hard to feel the position.

Let's scan.

I can't get a decent view.

Tracey, because you're quite large,

it's difficult for the scanner
to see through to the womb.

What's that? Is that the head?

Not sure, it's not a very good view.

Hey, Tracey, we can't be sure, but I'm
optimistic that the baby's head is down. Done.

Contractions are starting.

Big dips.

Tracey, I'm going to need to feel inside.

- I think it's breech.
- Are you sure?

I need to do an ARM. Can you get the stool?

Think I can feel a foot.

- Can you pull it down?
- Think so. Yeah. ARM now.

Tracey, your second baby
has his own amniotic sac,

so I'm going to make a
nick and break the waters.

Can you feel it better now?

It's a hand.

Tracey, your baby's
lying in a very difficult position.

It's lying across the cervix.

The head's not pointing down,
but it isn't breech either.

Oh, shit.

- I can't get a hold of the foot.
- There are decelerations now.

We need to get him out now.

If we do a section,
that's 15 minutes at least.

What else do we do?

Christ, we don't even know
if the mother will survive the operation.

What else do we do?

Right, let's get this baby out now. Theatre.

Emergency Caesarean, get theatre ready now.

This is the Labour Ward,
can you put out an urgent plea

for the anaesthetist on call right away?

The second baby is a compound presentation.
We're taking her straight to theatre.

- She's a diabetic blimp?
- She is.

Fucking hell.

Let's stay right here for now.
Rob, you can take the bed back. Thank you.

Mr Whitman, the Consultant.

Now, I don't want to perform a Caesarean
section, my dear, for two reasons.

The first is, for a lady of your size,
who is a diabetic,

the risks to your good self are considerable.

The second reason is, I want this baby out
as soon as I possibly can,

and if I attempt a Caesarean section,

it's gonna take at least
15 minutes longer, okay?

I do apologise.

All right, I've managed
to turn the baby's head round.

I'm sure, as you've both surmised,
I'm attempting an internal podalic version.

Okay.

Neville-Barnes and an episiotomy tray, please.

Okay. Somebody hold the baby, please.

- Epidural okay?
- Yep.

Now, I'm gonna make
a small incision in your vagina

to allow me to pull the baby out.

Now, a lot of pulling,
my dear, I'm terribly sorry.

A bit of a struggle,
but it'll be fine, okay?

- How's the baby?
- Paediatricians are doing their very best.

Polly, perhaps you could be of help
by repairing the episiotomy.

Polly.

Why isn't he crying?

He's pinking up nicely now.

Well done, everybody. Well done.

An old boss of mine used to say,

''Experience is the quality you have
just after you most needed it.''

We came within a whisker of a dead baby.

And possibly a dead mum.
I was the lead obstetrician.

Roger Hurley's HRPU, my deaths.

Hello, I'm so sorry. It's no excuse,
but I've only been gone an hour. How are they?

- Mother and babies are doing well.
- Thank you. Good, well done.

I should have been here. It's Sod's law.
I'm really sorry, Polly.

- Rog, good of you to join us.
- Tony, many apologies to you as well.

- Thank you for covering.
- Indeed, pleasure.

You have the con.

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

- Oh. Not triplets or quads?
- Two babies.

Cheers.

- Hiya.
- Hello.

- How you doing?
- Good.

I never got your number.

I was going to bleep you,
but I couldn't remember your surname.

Lucas. Beth.

Oh, I remember your first name.

- I better get back.
- Me, too.

- Oh, yeah.
- You sure?

Yeah, course.

Okay. It's 07700900004.

- See you.
- See you.

You still here, Paul?

Leave the office for a week
and you come back to a hundred emails.

The HRPU opening went so well,

I was thinking it'd be great we could
follow up with a really heart-warming story.

Bit of human interest.

Paul, I would have spoken to you sooner.

I started getting these while you were away.
They're anonymous.

I was sufficiently concerned
to call a case conference

into his management of a patient
called Charlotte Stevens.

Who's she?

Mr Hurley was asked to consult
on a paediatric case.

Ten-year-old girl with unexplained
gynaecological problems.

Mr Hurley accused the
mother of inventing the

girl's problems because
of Munchausen by proxy.

Is the mother making a formal complaint?

She just seems to be ranting and raving,
to be honest.

Okay, well, keep me posted.

Paul, sorry, but these other allegations
are extremely serious.

Possibly even more serious.

If your mysterious letter writer
seriously believes these claims,

then he or she should have
the courage to stand by them.

Well, at the very least, you should call
Mr Hurley in to address the allegations.

Have any members of staff formally complained
about Roger's handling of these cases?

No.

I owe you and Tony a big thanks
for getting the HRPU off to such a good start.

No problem, boss.

It's good news about the clinical fellowship.

Adds a bit of prestige to the unit.

Part of my plan to
make us bigger and better.

I assume it's open
to all O&G registrars.

Well, competition will be fierce,

but it would be good if one of our own
was of the right calibre.

- Good night, boss.
- Good night, Rob.

Hi, Rob, how's it going?

- I was just on my way home.
- Sorry.

I reported the Stevens case
and the Chan case to Paul.

Why?

Rob, he's a danger to patients.

If Helen Stevens makes
a huge, embarrassing complaint,

it's the perfect way to get rid of him.

Without it looking like the hospital spent
years turning a blind eye to his negligence.

I was involved in the Stevens case.

I made the same decision Roger did.

The Chan case, then. You saved a life.

No one's gonna nobble you for that.

He made a mistake any doctor could have made.

Like I said, I'm on my way home.

Rob...

What do you want from me?

Do you want me to be a whistle-blower?

You're doing really well, Katie. Really well.

Everything Roger does now, every
smarmy little word makes me want to puke.

- Christ, Donna.
- She can barely walk.

It'll take time. She'll be fine.

If it hadn't been for you.

Exactly.

Meaning what?

I choose to work at his side.

I try to make sure he
doesn't harm any patients.

When the time comes to bring him down,

it'll be my decision.

No one else's.

So, how's my favourite ward sister?

You don't cover any other wards, Tony.

Oh, HRPU have had their fanfare opening.

All that was missing was a fly-past
by the Red fucking Arrows.

Donna, has Roger indicated
how Gynae staff might be involved?

I asked him about nursing guidelines
for managing HRPU cases.

- And?
- They don't have any.

Well, I'm sure it's just
a temporary oversight.

Mmm-mmm.

- You're up to something.
- What?

We're gonna be late for theatre.

Nag, nag, nag. Might as well be married.

- And a training number comes with that?
- Naturally.

Who makes the appointment?

Well, all the O&G consultants have input, but
as Clinical Director, I have the casting vote.

The official appointment's made
by the Postgraduate Dean.

Sorry, Roger, your mobile's been ringing.

Hi. I just got out now.

- Coffee, Pol?
- Yes, please.

You talking to Roger
about the clinical fellowship?

Yeah, it's a one-year contract. They're
hoping to appoint it in the next six weeks.

You seem to be taking it very seriously.

You seem to be getting on very well
with Roger, too, at the moment.

I don't have a training number, you do.

Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful
that you helped out with the twin delivery.

It wasn't just a coincidence
you were up on the Labour Ward.

It was an HRPU case, no
consultant, I was worried.

You weren't doing it to gain brownie points
at my expense?

- Jesus, Polly.
- I'm a rival for the clinical fellowship.

- You parachute in, try and save the day.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Tony saved it, I didn't
save it. We were fucked.

Just like my career's been fucked
till I started trying to play the game here.

Now, I'm very sorry, Polly,
but all that I want to do is my work,

move on and make consultancy, that's it.

All of which you've been able to take
for granted for God knows how long now.

Okay, sorry.

You still want that coffee?

Can you chaperone me
while I examine Judith Bailey, please?

Yeah, no problem.

Hello, Mrs Bailey. Dr Sibley again.
How you feeling?

- Oh, better, thank you.
- Oh, good.

I'm gonna need to do an examination on you,
but I'm just gonna wait for the nurse.

- What about all this weather, eh?
- Oh, I wouldn't know.

No. No, you've been in hospital.

It's quite fresh actually.
Earlier it was a bit drizzly.

- Everything all right, Tim?
- Yes, I'm just waiting for a chaperone.

I'll chaperone. Treat it
as a training exercise.

Right, if you'd like to... Let's have a look.

Will you tell me if it hurts there?

Yeah. Okay.

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, no, that's...

Get out! Get out!

- But that's just my...
- Get out!

Outsiders view the speciality

as possibly offering a sexual thrill
for the male practitioner.

They wouldn't say that
if they'd had to delve

into some of the ones
that I have to delve into.

This was in my pocket and the pen sprang out.

That's what it was. Not my tumescence.

She's insisting on making a complaint.

Well, that's all I need, a bloody complaint.

- Well, did you not explain to her?
- She says she'd expect us to cover for you.

Why the hell should we cover for him?

You snap an umbilical cord on the very day

that Hurley comes to open his all-singing,
all-dancing new unit. You are crap.

And you make my firm look crap.

- What would you like, Roger?
- It's okay, I'll get it.

Even a man of my importance can stretch
to making a coffee once in a while.

Roger, Paul and I were hoping to call you in
for a chat in the next couple of days.

I'll wait to hear from you, then.

But just to warn you, there's been no news yet

as to whether Helen Stevens
will be making a formal complaint against you.

So there's actually nothing to warn me about
because she hasn't made a complaint?

Charlotte Stevens was being transferred to UH
when you intervened.

Does that have anything to do
with why you left the hospital?

Sorry?

To go to the University Hospital
on the HRPU opening day?

Sorry, Roger, Chrissy, but we really do need
to see the next patient.

Yes, of course.

- Sorry.
- Excuse me.

Thank you. Christ, I was bloody gasping
for that coffee as well.

You hide in theatre, I'll go back and grab it.

What's going on?

Whitman's patient,
nothing to do with you guys.

- I know Chrissy, she won't let this drop.
- We'll see.

Judith Bailey, same as Katie Chan.

A ward full of people,
but nobody ever sees anything.

Why is everyone so afraid of management?

Stay out of this. I'm
telling you, stay out of it.

Because they've only got one way
of dealing with whistle-blowers.

I don't want to stay out of this.
I've played the game.

I've played by the rules. What's it got me?

You gonna come over tonight?

Sorry.

Not tonight.

Are you there? I don't even know
if you're still using this number.

I'll be at home tonight. I'll be there
if you want to call or come round.

I just wanna talk.

I'm still here.

I just want to know is it over?

Hi.

- What happened?
- Changed my mind.

You're not here
to plot Roger Hurley's downfall, then?

- Please, Rob, not tonight.
- Well, why not tonight?

I don't know if I'm going to see you
tomorrow night or the next night.

We can see more of each other
if that's what you want. Is it what you want?

Until you're off nights
or until he's back from work anyway.

- He's not back.
- Obviously.

He's not back ever.

It's all right. Shh.

Sorry.

This... This all happened tonight?

He came back and you broke up.

All that happened tonight?

When?

When?

When did it happen?

When?

He walked out weeks ago
and you never said a word.

Jo, I'm Mr Lake.
I'm the Specialist Registrar on call today.

Let's get her sats, BP,
and hook her up to a cardiac monitor, please.

Okay, Jo, sharp scratch.

I want to start prophylactic magnesium
sulphate, 25 mils at 20% via a syringe,

for 25 minutes, and then maintenance
at five milligrams every hour.

Her BP is 160 over 115.

Okay, give labetalol, 50
milligrams over a minute.

- Sats are 99.
- Good. Let's set up for an ultrasound.

Jo, you've got preeclampsia.
This is caused by the placenta.

It affects the blood pressure, kidneys,
the liver, blood clotting.

Bring that round, please.

Threatens both the mother and the baby.

I'd describe your case as severe but stable.

There's your baby's heartbeat. Good.
Your baby's okay.

Oh, good.

It's gonna be little bit cold, sorry.

Okay, now we know the baby's okay,

so what we're gonna do is we're
going to scan for fluid around the baby,

and also to try and help date the baby. Okay.

The baby is quite small.

Jo, with severe preeclampsia,
the baby is normally small for dates.

- Do you have any idea how many weeks you are?
- 24 weeks.

Okay. Let's give dex, 12 milligrams IM.

The same again in 12 hours.

The injection we're gonna give you
is gonna help develop the baby's maturity.

As time goes by, he or
she's gonna get stronger.

But you might have to deliver him or her
in the next few days?

If the preeclampsia worsens,

then the only treatment really
is to induce delivery of the baby, yeah.

- It's kind of a case of wait and see.
- I don't want the baby born at 24 weeks.

No, you're right, 24 weeks is extremely
premature. The baby will require intense...

My first baby was born at 25 weeks.
She died a week later.

- Thanks for coming.
- I don't know if you know,

but I had a very good meeting
with your father the other day.

Very good.

He's been extremely supportive of my
efforts to establish a clinical fellowship.

Sorry. Rob.

She's 24 weeks with a growth retardation,
otherwise, normal development baby.

Chances are I'm going to
have to deliver it in the next 24 hours.

If you were to induce,
we'd do our best, obviously.

- Well, she doesn't want that.
- Why not?

She's already had a live-born 25-weeker
that didn't make it.

Poor woman.

She...

She doesn't want the baby to be born alive.

Well, there's no medical reason
to abort the pregnancy,

it's a small but healthy baby.

Yes, she knows the odds.
Only fifty-fifty chance of survival.

And the babies that do survive,
fifty-fifty for permanent handicap.

She's been through that
and doesn't want to go through it again.

Well, I sympathise, but I
don't see another option.

Do what she says.

Abort the baby?

What you're talking about is foeticide, Rob.

- Who's your dad, then?
- Don't tell me you don't know.

President of the GMC? Chairman of the BMA?

Dad's William Lucas Hall.

Postgraduate Dean.

Oh, right.

- You really didn't know?
- No.

I thought most people did now. It's hideous.

- So your real name is Beth Lucas Hall?
- Mmm.

- Oh, no wonder you don't use it.
- Oi!

- Hi, Tony.
- Hello.

Just to let you know, I'm covering the ward
for an hour while Tim has his hearing.

It might be longer than
that if they suspend him.

Apparently Chrissy Farrell says she wants

to move away from the blame culture,
so fingers crossed.

This hospital listens to its staff, Dr Sibley.

We've taken a statement from the patient

and now we'll be very open
to hear your own version of events.

It's all been a dreadful misunderstanding.
Look, I can show you.

The pen kept springing out.

Well, like this.

You just pulled that out.

Yes, I see.
It doesn't seem to be doing it right now,

but before it was just popping out
of its own accord.

Mr Whitman...

Let's get one thing absolutely clear.

I'm his consultant, I should have been asked
to attest as to his good character.

We'll be fine. Thank you, Vicky.

- He said he didn't want you here.
- No.

No, actually, I'd be delighted.
Thank you, Mr Whitman.

It's the least I can do.

Now, Dr Diddley is accident prone,
but his heart is in the right place.

Sibley.

What I propose is to transfer him
to a less sexually stimulating specialty.

And obviously he'll undergo psychotherapy
with all the other sexual offenders.

Actually, Mr Whitman,
I've got a BMA rep here to support me.

- Jesus.
- And what I propose

is that we take in
Dr Sibley's Palmtop for examination.

- Oh, great.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Right, thank you.

Chrissy Farrell.

Yeah, it's some kind of
heart-warming human interest story I'm after.

What's eclampia?

Eclampsia.

Not box office enough. Sorry, keep trying.

Anyone I need to see before I head off home?

I'm just writing up IV fluids for overnight
and that's it.

Maybe you should ask Donna, just in case.

- All of ours okay?
- Yeah.

Rob.

I'll come round. Let's talk?

We don't talk, we fuck.
And I don't want to tonight.

Oh, God, what porn site are you on this time?

You bastard, Tony. You total, bloody bastard.

Polly. Polly.

The HRPU is Hurley's vanity project,
it's a disaster waiting to happen.

You make it sound like I haven't got a clue
how to manage difficult labours.

Look, I know I could have
made the point more tactfully.

Just when there's a bloody clinical fellowship
up for grabs.

- You're after that?
- Why wouldn't I be? Oh, because I'm blonde.

All I want from life is to
work part-time and drop sprogs.

Let me have the details.

- BP is 196 over 130.
- Okay.

She's got blurring of
the optic discs and clonus.

Right.

I really don't think we've
got any time left now.

No.

I've decided to bring Maya in on this.

- On what? The discussion?
- Well, I hadn't planned on having one.

I'm not going to commit foeticide
on a healthy 24-weeker,

whatever the patient's wishes or yours.

The reason why I opened the discussion
into other options

is because I wanted to discuss other options,
that's all.

- Isn't that part of my job as your registrar?
- And I'm the consultant.

On my firm, I make the decisions
and my juniors carry them out.

Dr Sibley, we've examined your Palmtop

and found the pen-spring housing
to be set at the incorrect tension.

- You believe me?
- Yes, Tim, I believe.

- Tell all your colleagues.
- I will.

- Yes!
- Glad to still have you, Tim.

Absolutely delighted.

Once I've written up these notes,
I'd like you to read them.

If you agree with them,
witness them, please.

Of course, Roger, you know I will.

Thank you, Maya.

It's okay, I'll get it.

What can I do for you, Rob?

Roger, just because I disagree with you now
and again, that doesn't mean I'm your enemy.

I supported you over Charlotte Stevens.

- I helped save the first HRPU case.
- Yes, you did, Rob, and I'm grateful.

I've had the closest involvement in this case.
I should be in there with her.

I deserve better from you, Roger.
So does the patient.

You're gonna feel some
pressure now, Jo, all right?

You're doing really well, Jo.

Nearly done now, Jo.

This will make it all painless for you.

Cervix is open now.
Jo, I need to break your waters.

Prepare synto, please. Ten units in 50 mils,
starting at 0.3 mils per hour.

Don't push, Jo. Let the
contractions do it for you.

You're doing very well, Jo.

You're doing so well. Nearly there.

All done. All done. All done, Jo.

Clamp.

Scissor.

He's not making respiratory efforts.
He's not moving.

And there's no significant bruising.

Please just leave him.

Just leave him.

Do you want to see him, Jo?

Jo?

Oh, God.

Help him, please.

There's a tiny heartbeat. Feeding tube.

She's in delivery room 2.

Perfect.

Thanks for coming in at such short notice.

If you just email the pictures to me
as soon as possible, the usual address.

Thank you.

Some good publicity.

I think I know how to get what we need
on the Katie Chan case.

I'm creating a new atmosphere

where staff feel it's okay bring their concerns
to management without fear of reprisal.

You know what, Chrissy? You know fuck-all.

He left you weeks ago and you didn't tell me.

I was confused.

I didn't know if he had really gone.

Didn't know what you'd think.

No.

You were waiting for him to come back
and you didn't want me to find out

because then I'd know
he means more to you than I do.

No, that's not true.
I didn't know what was happening.

I didn't want to tell you
and then have to deal with him coming back.

- Well, so now you've got what you want.
- It's not what I wanted.

- I want my keys.
- Don't do this.

- He left because of you.
- Keys!

I'm glad we could meet.

Before we carry on,
I was wondering if you could explain to Roger

why you brought up his visit to
University Hospital the other day.

I've still got friends at UH,
someone told me you were over there.

You see, Chrissy,
Roger's reason for going to UH is personal,

extremely personal.

And you bringing it up, particularly
in front of one of his colleagues, is...

Well, it's indefensible.

Chrissy?

I'm sorry.

Now, I believe you requested
this meeting with Roger

to air some particular concerns of yours?

Oh, hoping they were from somebody else?

Look, I'd never do anything to hurt you.

Well, you did.

Hiya.

Hi.

Hiya.

I'm still at work.

Couple of hours.

Look, one late night isn't gonna obliterate
my spermatozoa, Harriet.

- Roger, I'm so sorry.
- One minute, please.

Yeah, so sorry.

Hi.

- I wasn't trying to eavesdrop or anything.
- I know.

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

- I should go.
- Okay.

- Good night.
- Night.

- Roger Hurley.
- Okay, take a seat, please.

Thank you.

Next time on Bodies.

- Push!
- Shit.

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

It's the World College Research Symposium
coming up.

- Has Roger invited you to the symposium, Rob?
- Not yet, no.

I wish he'd make up his mind.

- Can I rely on my registrar's backing?
- Absolutely.

No familiarity from here on,
we keep it strictly professional.

Yes, Mr Whitman.

You're a sordid, lecherous,
male chauvinist pig.

I've started seeing someone else.

- Who is she?
- Does it matter?

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

- I can't.
- Can't you?

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