All language subtitles for Bodies.S02E08

Previously on Bodies.

I've started seeing someone else.

- Who is she?
- Does it matter?

But the dirtiest shag I ever had, Donna Rix.

It was a fun time, Polly. A perk.

I am not a fucking perk.

I want all reference to sexual harassment
wiped from my record.

And since that was the reason you took away
my principal consultancy,

I'd rather like it back.

- You have my key.
- Come in.

I'm sorry, I can't.

What's that smell?

You smell it?

What the hell is it?

Morning, Polly.

This is Juliet Hyland.

Lost tampon.

Three months, you reckon?
That's quite a long time.

Excuse me.

Shit.

Rob Lake.

Okay, I'll get those for you now, Tony.

Morning, Rob. Enjoy the conference?

It was very...

Very interesting.

Bet you see her in a different light now,
don't you?

She's worth a pop, if you fancy it.

Very enthusiastic.

Must be very hard, Tony, having all
these women throw themselves at you.

Oh, you know.

You do know it's the M&M meeting today,
don't you?

- Yeah.
- Don't miss it.

- Morning, Roger.
- Morning, Tony.

Rob, are you all right to assist?
I'm performing an external cephalic version.

It's a normal breech presentation.

She's got her heart set on a home birth.

Shall we wait for Maya?

No.

- I thought we were on Gynae this morning.
- You're lucky to have caught us.

You would have missed
an important training case on ECV.

Sorry, I got stuck behind a bus.

Looks okay.
You can wipe the gel off your belly now.

You'll need two tablets, the Mifuprofene
today. That will end the pregnancy.

But you can still keep going to school.

Then, in two days' time,
you need to take the second tablet,

Prostadilacin, to make the womb
contract and empty.

There'll be quite a lot of bleeding
so you'll be feeling pretty lousy.

Try and spend at least a couple of days
in bed with a hot-water bottle

while the bleeding slows down.

Is there anything you'd like to ask me?

Can you sign here please?

- There's the second tablet.
- Thank you.

And you can take this now.

Now, Gina, the easiest way for me to turn
your baby is if your womb's nice and relaxed.

So take a deep breath for me now.

- You okay, Gina?
- Yeah.

- That's it, there. Do you feel that, Maya?
- Yeah.

Okay, if you hold that down firmly.

- You got it?
- Mmm-hmm.

Rob, could you check the heartbeat please?

Heartbeat's fine. You're about halfway there.

More talc please, Dottie.

Thank you.

Okay, Maya, if you get on top again.

Ready.

No, stop.

Gina, your baby's
turning. But if we stop now...

No please, it's
enough. Get off, please.

Head's down. Check the heartbeat please, Rob.

Maya, would you do the ward round
while Rob and I are in theatre, please?

- You spoil me, Roger.
- Anyone I should worry about, Donna?

The TCI is in there for
the vaginal hysterectomy.

Would you catheterise her please, Maya?

You're kidding, right?

I saw him leaving your hotel room.

I forgot to give him his key, that's all.

- What's going on?
- Wouldn't you like to know?

Morning.

Louise James. Termination of pregnancy.

Right. And music, please.

Speculum.

Vulsellum.

Dilator, starting with the thinnest first,
working your way up.

A little louder I think, Thomas.

Hmm. Her fourth termination.

Well, one more and she'll get a framed photo.

So, went down well,
your address at the conference?

Yes. Your poster helped.

Thanks.

It was good to take Maya along.

Make the firm more visible.

- Do a bit of bonding.
- Perhaps.

But you know me, I like to keep
my professional relationships intramural.

Congratulations, it's a boy.

Beth, I had an interesting chat
with your father yesterday.

Really?

Yes, he seems to have a very clear idea

about the sort of candidate he's after
for the clinical fellowship.

He's got a very clear idea about most things.

Let's hope we can agree
on this appointment, then.

Rob, you can shoot off to lunch now.

Cheers.

Beth, have you got time to grab something?

- Love to.
- Great.

He's a little star, aren't you?

Hang on, Rob.

I need you to check on Mrs Hollis
and Maya needs a hand.

That's fine. I'll see to it after lunch.

Well, as long as you don't leave the hospital.

Don't worry, boss, I'll keep it intramural.

Did Tim organise medication for my termination
patient to take home, Donna?

I'm not sure.
Would you like me to bleep him and find out?

That would be most kind
and very much appreciated, Sister.

Be my pleasure, Tony.

You're so good to me, Donna.

Why didn't you ever tell me
that you'd slept with him?

He's such an old shagger.

You fuck up my marriage
and you're pissed off with me.

You fuck off to someone else
and you're pissed off with me.

It's never your fault, is it, Rob?

Let go of my arm.

I don't need you to make me feel bad.
I can do it all on my own now.

Good afternoon.

- Mr Whitman.
- Oh, God.

- Mr Whitman.
- Sister.

Mr Whitman, a few weeks ago,
I was questioned by hospital management

regarding a sexual harassment charge
against you.

- They wanted to know...
- That charge has been dropped.

Yes, it has, hasn't it?

So I'd like to know why you've been
mouthing off to other doctors...

Polly, you haven't forgotten
it's the M&M meeting later, have you?

- Not since the last time you reminded me.
- Good.

Tony, this came for you.

Management Guidelines for Consultant Surgeons
on Risk Assessment and Operative Standards.

Great.

Great.

Before we start,
can I remind everyone that applications

for the clinical fellowship in maternal
medicine are due in at the end of the month.

This month's figures for the Whitman firm.
Obstetrics first.

There were 60 live births,
14 by Caesarean section.

Fourteen? That's nearly 25% .

The Department of Health
target is 20% or below.

I'm aware of that.

The average Caesarean rate for my
firm is 18% . It's an annual average,

which means that some months we do more
and some months we do less.

Any particular reason for
the high rate last month?

Like I said, Mr Tennant,
just a statistical blip.

We all understand the figures, Tony.

We're asking if there are any particular
clinical reasons that contributed to them.

Yes.

Fourteen patients seen by my firm
needed Caesarean sections, so we did them.

Perhaps you could elucidate your argument by
talking specifically about one of the cases.

Your implication being that I may have
performed unnecessary surgery?

No one's saying that, Tony.

No. But I think that's precisely
what you're implying, Roger.

And on that note,
I would like to take this opportunity

to introduce you all to Miss Hilary Sachs,
consultant in O&G at Westfield Hospital.

And she's here to conduct an assessment
of my clinical practice

on behalf of the Regional Performance Review.

At my request.

- This isn't necessary, Tony. I thought...
- I believe it is.

A doubt has been cast over my reputation.

And I intend to extirpate that doubt
with the utmost transparency,

in line with management policy.

Roger, I wonder if you would help Hilary
in observing my psychometric testing tomorrow

and my clinical procedures
the following evening.

It won't take up too much of your time,
just a couple of hours.

I appreciate your sense of drama, Tony,
but this is highly inconvenient.

Well, I'm terribly sorry to hear that, Roger,

but I would have thought that your priority
as Head of Department

must surely be to address immediately
any doubts that you may have

regarding my competence
to practise obstetrics and gynaecology.

- Someone bleeped me about Mrs Campbell.
- It's all right. I've got it.

- Polyhydramnios?
- Yeah.

She's having some twinges.

Shouldn't I take a look?

- She is Hurley's patient, isn't she?
- Yeah.

I've already got a series
of cases on this condition

I'm presenting at the
next perinatal meeting.

Oh, right.

So you've nicked it from me.

No. I'm on call in 15 minutes, you
weren't around, so I thought I'd get stuck in.

Hi, I'm Polly Grey. I'm the specialist
Registrar in Obstetrics and Gynaecology.

Would you mind if I
have a feel of your belly?

No, it's fine.

It would seem as if you have
rather a lot of fluid in your womb.

Where we would normally expect one
or two litres of amniotic fluid at this stage,

I would say that you
have more like five or six.

That's a condition called polyhydramnios.
It's nothing to worry about,

but I am gonna need to keep you in
till the birth, I'm afraid.

There are some complications
which are associated with this condition,

which occur around the actual labour,
to do with the baby's position.

Is this gonna be okay?

I suppose it'll have to be.

Trust me, this is absolutely the best place
for you and your baby.

And I'll be tracking your progress
through to the birth.

Here's my bleep number.
Ask any of the midwives to call me.

If I'm not around, then the other doctors
should be able to help you.

And they all know about
this fluid thing, do they?

Yes. It's just that I have
a particular interest in it.

Don't worry, your baby is growing beautifully.

Polly, I thought you were on call.

Sorry, I got mixed up
with the rota. Good night.

Fancy a top up?

No, thanks. I should make a move.

No.

It's always harder to shift when you've got
half a lamb bhuna in your stomach.

And when the company
is so tremendously entertaining?

That goes without saying.

Are you sure you're okay to drive?

I'll get you a cab if you want
and pick you up in the morning.

That's sweet, but honestly,
I've only had a couple of glasses.

I said I'd have lunch at home on Sunday.
Do you want to come?

That sounds great.
Not had a Sunday roast in ages.

I thought it'd be a chance
for you to meet William.

- Who is William?
- He's my dad.

You call your dad William?

Some of the time.
Mainly when it's to do with work.

Well, yeah. That's great.
As long as you're okay with it.

I just thought with you applying
for the clinical fellowship thing...

Yeah. It's a good thought.

What happens if I use the wrong spoon
for the soup?

Is that gonna knacker my chances?

God, yes.

- You really have to go?
- Yeah. I'm shattered.

Do you wanna go somewhere this weekend?

Sure.

I was just thinking, a friend of mine
has got a cottage in Shafton-la-Mallet.

Nice.

I could see if we could borrow it.

I can't wait.

I'm afraid you're gonna have to.

- What is psychometric testing exactly?
- Christ knows.

I think it's just to make sure
you're not a turd burglar.

Well, you'll knock them dead, then.

It looks like your termination patient's
bounced back.

For Christ's sake, get rid of her
before anyone sees.

- Hilary, hello.
- Hi.

- So, let's get cracking, shall we?
- Mmm-hmm.

Propeller.

Golf clubs.

Vagina.

Let's try some word association.

Yes, right.

- Line.
- Straight.

- Calm.
- Storm.

- Tiny.
- Tim.

Okay, just relax now.

Here we are.

Easy. There we are.

Okay. I'll give you a fresh pad.

She has an infection.

Someone should have checked
that she had antibiotics to take home.

I'm starting her on ceph and mac.

Will you write her up for painkillers?
Pethidine, 50 milligrams.

Just gonna pop this in here. There you go.

Okay.

- I need to get up to the Labour Ward.
- Oh, I could do that.

No, it's for my research case.

It really hurts.

Tim, were there any more instructions
for Louise James?

No.

Now, I'd like to conduct
a personal profile analysis.

Imagine yourself in a typical work scenario.

I'll give you four words
and I'd like you to tell me

which word most describes you
in that work scenario.

Fire away.

Competitive. Considerate. Happy. Harmonious.

Harmonious.

Polished. Decisive. Diplomatic. Satisfied.

Decisive.

No, hang on...

That's a joke.

Easily led. Bold. Loyal. Charming.

Bit of a tricky toss up there
between bold and charming.

Bold.

Bald.

Thank you, sunshine.
Thanks for dropping me in it with Donna Rix.

Sorry.

Well, I guess if you told her
that she was in my top three shags,

she wouldn't have minded too much.

She stood out from the
other millions, did she?

I don't think about it that much.

There's only so many nurses that you can shag,
rounds of golf that you can play,

vages that you can fix,
before they all roll into one.

- I thought you were living the dream, Tony.
- I am.

Ah!

Student nurses.

For those too lazy to wank.

Excuse me.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Good to see you. Nervous?
- Yep.

So, what do you want, Rob?
Come to give me more shit about Whitman?

I'm sorry I had a go.

Sometimes it's easier to move on than
to stick around when things get messy.

I know that's not the way
to deal with you, with what we've got,

whatever that is.

It is what it is.

Ah, Hilary. All finished?

Fancy a bite to eat, my treat? I know a
lovely little Italian just around the corner.

I'm going to have to make do with a sandwich.
It's time to move on for the peer review.

The peer review?

Yes. We're going to be asking
your colleagues what they think of you.

Hello, Penny.

Excuse me.

Are you all right, Louise?

Can I have my painkillers now, please?

Have you had no pain relief at all?

I thought I told you to
write her up for Pethidine.

And I asked you
if there were any further instructions.

- Sorry, I must've forgotten.
- That's not bloody good enough.

Hilary's just informed me
that she wants to interview you.

So if you don't mind, best behaviour.
What's going on now?

Louise James, the terminal patient. She's
got a raging infection, in a lot of pain,

but Tim forgot to give her any painkillers.

Most of the time we're pissing in the wind
with these spongers, pikies, pram faces.

Their medical problems are actually social
problems that we can do bugger all about.

Abortion? Well, that's one of the few things
we can do to make a difference.

Mr Whitman.

I don't want to carry out
any more social terminations.

I'll assist with cases
involving special circumstances,

malformations, rapes,
and learn the procedures.

Tom, when I was doing my training,
there was an old-school gynaecologist.

She used to tie up the tubes of women
that she considered to be unfit mothers.

She felt entitled to judge her patients.

Me? I just do the work, son.

- So, how's her bleeding?
- Like Macbeth in your knickers.

She better be singing my praises.
She's been in there half an hour.

You're on.

- They're interviewing him?
- Looks like it.

He's not my peer. He's a knobhead.

- Tim Sibley. Pleased to meet you.
- Thanks for finding the time to see me.

- Thank you. Mr Hurley.
- Hi, Tim.

Thank you.

You've been working with Mr Whitman's firm
for three months. Is that correct?

Yes, that's correct.

And how would you characterise
your training under him?

Well, Mr Whitman's surgical skills
are second to none in this hospital.

He's...

great.

He's... He's like a father to me.

So, get on all right with
Hilary, did you, Polly?

Yes, fine, thanks.

You...

- You gave me a good write-up, did you?
- Yes.

I told her that despite your deluded attempts
to get me into bed, you're an exemplary boss.

Hmm.

I need to leave on time tomorrow.

- No problem.
- I'm meeting my mum.

She's coming up from Devon
and she's only here for one night, so...

Good night.

I suggested we interview you
for Tony's peer review.

Oh, okay.

There are a few facts I'd like you to mention.
The maternal death, which you're a witness to.

His waiting list,
how he's been fiddling it for years.

And if you can work it in,
Dr Gonzales Rivera's complaint against him.

If I mention that,
it could finish him off completely.

Tony Whitman's a loose cannon
in this department.

He won't support the HRPU or any of the work
I'm trying to achieve in this hospital.

You're asking me to bad-mouth a colleague.

No, I'm asking you to
tell the truth about him.

Do you really want to get into

talking about consultants' relationships
with their female SHO's?

So, what about the
receptionist in Antenatal?

What about her?

She's only been here five minutes
and she's already bagged a consultant.

You should see the rock he's given her.

- Maya, don't stand there gassing.
- Okay, I'll leave that to the anaesthetists.

Sorry, Roger, we're just having a gossip.

Walk with me.

Maya, I'd like an honest answer, please.

Have you been talking to Rob
or anyone else about what happened?

- What didn't happen.
- No, Roger, I haven't said anything.

- You're absolutely sure about that?
- Yes.

There's no need to be like this.
I haven't done anything wrong.

For Christ's sake, Maya,
have you thought for a second

what this kind of gossip could do to me?
To my career, to my fucking family?

What about how I feel?

Jesus Christ.

Rob, if we're gonna work together,
I need to know that I can trust you.

I can't keep watching my back all the time.

Has Maya been talking to you about me?

Yeah, she talks about you a lot.

I will not tolerate this.

I will not tolerate being threatened by you.

You think you saw or know something,
but what you didn't see is the truth.

Which is what, exactly?

I have a family.
I have an important job to do here.

I'm not gonna stand by and let you or
anyone else tarnish or undermine those things.

I've done it to you before, Rob,
and so help me, I'll do it again

if you ever come close to damaging
those things. Do you understand me?

You're asking me to protect you because you're
innocent this time or because you're guilty?

Did you have sex with her, Roger?

No.

Not in the accepted sense
or the Bill Clinton sense.

We didn't pet, kiss or grope.

Okay.

I believe you.

Hello, is there something the matter?

Has Roger been giving you a hard time again?

I don't know why he's
being such a bastard to me.

Ever since the symposium.

Did something happen between you two?

I think Hurley slept with
Maya at the conference.

No, he didn't. I was
there. He definitely didn't.

That's not what she says.

She said that they slept together?

Not in so many words.
But something happened between them.

I was there. Nothing happened.

Then why has he been on her case ever since?

He thinks he can get away
with all these medical cockups

and he thinks he can
get away with this as well.

Jesus.

Roger Hurley is a threat to patients.

This is what we've all been waiting for
to stop him. We should go to management.

No. Not if it's not true, no way.

Good night, Dottie.

Polly.

I've just tried bleeping you.

She's been having contractions
every three minutes.

We're taking her to HRPU.

Hi, Sally.

She was really freaked out
you're not gonna be here.

- I'll come with you.
- Okay.

Thank God you're still here.

I thought you must've already left.

The head's high.

You're three to four centimetres dilated.

Sally, your baby's lying in a
difficult position for a vaginal delivery.

I want to talk to my consultant
about how to proceed,

whether we wait or try and establish labour.

Breathe. Remember to breathe.
That's it, come on, breathe.

Sally, can you move up the bed a little
so I can just feel your tummy?

Oh, God. That felt really weird.

Sally, your waters have broken.

Sally, I'm going to talk to Mr Whitman
about what we're gonna do next.

Thank you.

Tony, my polyhydramnios patient,

she's having contractions
and her waters have just broken,

but I have to leave now
and I was hoping you could help me out.

If you're concerned, just
start her on syntocinon.

Look, I'll be half an hour, 45 minutes tops.

I'll come straight up
and I'll take over, okay?

I can't work. I'm having an abortion.

Sorry, Poll, it's just
my whole pissing career

on the line here. This
is the bit that I can do.

I know you want to go see your mum.

- My mum?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I want my mum.

From what your colleagues tell me, Tony,
this should be your lap of honour.

Roger's on his way, apparently.

- All we need now is the patient.
- I've just been sorting that out.

I thought a more challenging case would
be appropriate for someone on your level.

This is Valerie Thompson.
I operated on her three months ago.

There are some adhesions in the...

Sorry, Roger, we're not here
to clear up your operating list.

Don't worry, Tony, there are
two other consultants here if you need a hand.

You don't mind, do you, Hilary?

- Well, if Tony's happy.
- Happy, Tony?

Delighted!

Could somebody telephone my Registrar, please,
and tell her that I'll be delayed? Thank you.

Christ, Roger, we're gonna be here
all night. Clamp.

Some of these adhesions,
they appear to involve the bladder.

Roger, I know she's your patient.

We don't expect you to know
off the top of your head,

but could you possibly check the notes just
to see if she's seen a urologist recently?

Thank you.

Wet packs, please.

Diathermic malfunction.

Keep all the doors closed.
No need to invoke a MAJAX.

Alert the theatre coordinator
and prepare to evacuate. Thank you.

I'm going to rescrub in order to close.
You'll have to re-operate tomorrow.

Take this and monitor for further combustion.
Thank you.

Textbook handling
of an exceptional theatre emergency.

Ten out of ten, Mr Whitman.

Thank you.

I see your study case has gone into labour.

That's handy for your presentation, isn't it?

You all right, Polly?

Yeah. I better get back in.

Polly, you sure you're all right?

Polly, Mr Whitman's called.
He's been held up in theatre.

Polly, are we going for Caesarean?

Poll, I made you a cup of tea.
Looked like you needed it.

Rob, can you cover for me?

Yeah, sure.

She wanted me to tell you she's sorry to leave
you like this, but doctors get ill as well.

Don't worry, you'll be in safe hands with me.

I'm just gonna do an internal examination,
try and relax.

I can feel a shoulder.

Sally, because of the amount of fluid
in your womb

and because of the way the baby's lying, we're
not gonna be able to deliver it vaginally.

We're gonna have to prep
for a Caesarean section.

I want you to try getting on all fours.

That's it.

Okay, let's get her to theatre.

Check the position again in theatre. If not
changed, we'll go ahead with the section.

Are you all right, Sally?

- Sally!
- Oh, shit!

It's an abruption. Get her off her belly now.

The anaesthetist's here.

Air-call Mr Hurley.
I'm getting my scrubs on.

Knife.

Oh, shit.

Masses of blood.
Get some crossmatch, please. Suction.

- I'm trying.
- Try fucking harder.

Doyens out.

Fundal pressure.

Oh, Christ.

Moved around again.

Clamp.

Scissors.

More suction, please.

Okay, I'm gonna remove the placenta.

Doyens.

Okay. Shit. I can't see
where to stop the bleeding.

Green Armytage.

What's going on?

She had a placental abruption
but everything seems to be all right now.

I'll join you to close.

Can I buy you a drink, then?
I think you deserve one after that.

Could we make it a coffee?
I need to get off home, I'm knackered.

Sure.

You handled that really well.

I'll definitely bring it up
with dad this weekend.

You can traumatise my mum
with all the gory details over lunch.

Oh, and the cottage is free this weekend so...

Beth, there's something we need to talk about.

It's not very nice. I'm sorry.

But I don't think
we should see each other any more.

We said we'd see how things go
and for me they're not really going anywhere

so I thought it'd be better to stop things now
before it gets too serious. Too messy.

I thought you'd want me to be honest with you.

Yes.

Just not brutal.

Oh, shit.

Dottie, can you make
sure Polly gets this, please?

No problem.

Thank you.

I got your message.

I'd love to see you but I'm gonna
nip off home. It's been a rough day.

Okay.

I called it off with her.

Apparently, I'm a borderline,
high-functioning autist

who's obsessed
with the female reproductive system.

Perfect gynaecologist if you ask me. So, Rob.

The Whitman firm have been
given a clean bill of health.

Great.

Hmm.

Well, I passed. Not that anyone seems to care.

Have you seen Polly?
Haven't seen her anywhere?

No. Would you mind
closing the door a minute, Tony?

Why, Donna? So that you can shout at me again?

No, it's about Roger.

Hmm.

There's been some
inappropriate conduct involving his SHO.

- Maya?
- You found a scooter?

One of the blue ones? Well done.

Toby will love that.

Congratulations.

Dottie, how's Sally Campbell?

She's had a lovely little baby boy
and they're both doing great.

Rob asked me to give you this.

Next time on Bodies.

There's something inside me.

- What do you think it is?
- Something horrible.

It's alive.

Come on, let's go. Move it.

I just wanna get on with my job.

And I need to get on
with mine. That's the point.

If he didn't skewer her kebab, then he's
too dickless to be the Clinical Director.

This might be shitty, but it's working.
It is getting to him.

Give me the phone.
Give me the fucking phone!

Mr Hurley!