Original subtitles

- [Narrator] Previously on "Bodies".

- [Rob] Rob Lake.

Roger Hurley's new SPR.

- Angela Strawberry?

That's an unusual name.

- Isn't a fucking section, Donna.

I've never even seen a crike.

- You're the closest thing to a surgeon we've got right now.

- Had the opportunity to do a crike and I botched it.

- If you hadn't acted, that woman would have died.

- She did die.

- I've written up post-op fluids on Winifred Bourne.

- Aren't you the clever boy.

- Roger Hurley may be a good guy.

- Sorry, slip of the tongue.

- He's just not that good a doctor.

Heart stopped beating for time.

Her brain received less oxygen than normal.

There are signs of brain damage.

- [Donna] I'm married,

what happened shouldn't have happened.

- Your baby didn't survive.

- (gasping) Somebody make a mistake?

Did somebody make a mistake?

(tense music)

- I'm Polly Grey.

I'm a specialist registrar in obstetrics and gynecology.

I'm carrying out a research project

into female sexual dysfunction.

If I may, I'd like to ask you some questions

about your levels of sexual desire, arousal and orgasm.

(phone rings)

When did you last have sex?

- 16th of February in 1977.

- What's the strangest place you've had sex?

- Up the arse.

- I wanna start the FSD trials on Monday.

- No, we don't have enough patients yet.

- How much money are Bing, Stornoway, and Carroll giving us?

- A lot? - Yes, Polly, a lot.

- It's not easy to find women

who meet the inclusion criteria.

- Stretch them.

- My name's Polly Grey.

I went through a questionnaire with you last month.

I went through a questionnaire with you last month.

Went through a questionnaire with you last month.

My name's Polly Grey.

I went through a questionnaire with you last month

when you attended outpatients.

You may remember,

I was researching female sexual dysfunction.

No, no, there's no problem.

I was wondering if you'd like to take part

in a trial of a drug treatment for the condition?

Who knows, it could be a real boost to your sex life!

My condolences.

I'm very sorry to have troubled you in your time of grief.

(phone clunks)

Shit!

(dramatic rock music)

(medical machines beeping) (medical machines hissing)

- Excuse me.

What's happening?

- Her body's still producing breast milk.

I can prescribe a tablet to suppress lactation

if she comes around.

Might be easier for her.

(Mark sighs)

She's stable.

Hopefully, she'll recover consciousness

in the next 24 hours.

Did you have a name in mind, if it was a boy?

- Daniel.

- Would you like him to be named?

Would Karen like that?

- Yeah, I think so.

(medical machines beeping) (medical machines hissing)

(phone ringing)

- Morning.

Mr. Taylor.

How are things?

- How do you think?

- Mr. Taylor, would you allow me to explain what happened?

Your son was only 28 weeks' gestation.

His strength was compromised, both by prematurity

and the ruptured placenta,

which caused your wife's bleeding.

Karen's hemorrhage was severe.

She bled so much that during the operation,

she suffered a cardiac arrest

and for a short time, until we could revive her,

her brain was starved of oxygen.

I'll leave you with your wife, Mr. Taylor.

If at any point you'd like to speak to me,

please ask the nurses to contact my secretary.

- Excuse me.

He's the reason she's like this, isn't he?

I want something done about him.

Who do I talk to?

Well, you can complain to the hospital,

you can complain to the General Medical Council.

First, you should speak to a solicitor.

- What, that's it?

He just gets to carry on working?

- It isn't my place to comment.

- What did he say?

- (sighs) He's angry, he's upset,

and he wants to talk to a solicitor.

- Who suggested that?

- It came up.

I advised him to think about it.

Boss, I don't know what I'm supposed to tell him.

I can't keep covering.

Not covering.

- Let me remind you of something, Rob.

Not wishing to appear callous.

Patient of mine, Mrs. Angela Strawberry,

developed acute epiglottitis.

You performed a cricothyrotomy, she died.

I spoke to the family for you.

I told them it was a tragic accident,

in which no-one was at fault,

and that's what they went away believing.

I covered for you!

Look, Rob, let's not fall out over this.

If he wants to, I'll talk to him.

If not, I'll try again.

But no-one needs to cover for anyone,

'cause no-one's to blame.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, great.

(woman screams)

Push for me, Meena.

Here it comes, push!

One, two, three!

(Meena grunts)

Meena, listen to me now.

I can see the top of the baby's head.

One big, long push and it'll be on its way out.

Can you do that for me?

Meena, I don't wanna call the doctor in.

Do you want me to call the doctor in.

No?

So come on, then.

Let's try for another.

Push!

(Meena yells) Push!

(Meena panting)

I want to check how the baby's feeling about all this.

Right, you have to get this baby out straight away for me.

Do you understand me, Meena?

Meena, the monitor shows signs that the baby's in distress.

You've got to push it out for me!

Do you understand?

Come on, push!

Push!

(Meena screams) Push!

Have to call a doctor in. (Meena groans)

- [Woman] You look nervous. (speaking faintly)

- Should've been called earlier.

I'm not taking the blame if it comes out a fucking muppet.

(Meena pants)

Okay, Meera.

- Meena.

- Meena, on the next contraction,

I want a nice big push, okay?

- Here it comes. - Okay, now, push!

- Push, Meena.

Push, Meena!

- Somebody put the bloody brakes on, for Christ's sake.

(trolley clunks)

Push, baby, one more time, push.

- [Hazel] You're doing it!

You're doing it, Meena.

You're doing it!

Push!

You're doing it, here it comes.

- [Rob] Christ, he's a big 'un.

- Good girl!

You're doing it, Meena!

- Oh! - There we go.

- [Hazel] There we go!

- No wonder he got stuck. (baby cries)

(gentle music)

You normally let second-stage delays go on that long?

- I was trying my hardest to give her a normal birth.

It's not just a medical procedure.

Might be to you, but...

- Is that what she said, then?

"Don't call in the obstetrician.

"He'll be a nasty man who will rob me

"of my birthing experience."

(baby crying)

How you doing?

You have a name for the baby yet?

(woman speaks in foreign language)

- Rani. - Rani.

Rani.

Rest up, okay?

(ball thuds)

- [Dua] Catch.

- Sharing the same goals helps us achieve those goals.

- [Woman] Hmm, very good.

- Fucking hell.

- Right.

Remembering there's no I in team,

can we do the trust exercise, please?

Can you get into four rows of two, facing the same way.

Dr. Orton?

Thank you.

Okay.

- Oh, for fuck's sake!

- Here we go.

(medical machines beeping)

Karen.

If you can hear me blink twice, please.

I'm gonna ask you some questions.

If the answer is yes, blink twice.

If it's no, blink once.

Do you understand?

My name's Maria Orton.

I'm an anesthetics consultant.

We're going to switch off the ventilator,

the machine that's controlling your breathing, okay?

We're switching it off now.

(Karen choking)

It's good, she's gagging

because the sedatives are wearing off.

Karen, I'm going to remove the tube from your throat, okay?

It's perfectly normal to be frightened.

I'll pull it out very gently.

Be a kind of funniness, no pain.

And then you'll breathe normally again, okay?

Mr. Taylor, it's perfectly routine.

Syringe.

(Karen gagging)

(Karen gasping)

- Karen.

- Karen, I have very bad news for you.

Your baby was delivered by cesarean section.

But I'm very sorry, he didn't survive.

(Karen crying)

- Got a photo of him here.

Isn't he a beautiful little boy?

Called him Daniel.

Like we said.

Here's some prints of his hands, his feet.

(Karen sobbing)

- I wish this case was the first, it isn't.

I've compiled case studies

of Hurley's negligent acts since his appointment.

I intend to present it to the management.

I'd like you to add your testimony.

- I've just joined the rotation.

He's my boss.

- You write a letter.

You set down the account of the Taylor case,

you give it to me, I add it to my letter,

and I send it to the O&G unit administrator.

- You're asking me to blow the whistle?

- Yeah.

- No, I won't blow the whistle.

- [Maria] Oh, come off it, Rob,

this is insane. - You don't go to management.

Doctors deal with doctors.

- Is that what you think?

- There's a National Clinical Assessment Authority.

They could assess him and retrain him.

It'll be out of our hands.

- And what'd prompt the management to refer to the NCAA?

A little bird tells them to? - No, but I'm telling you

I'm not prepared to--

- Come off it, Rob!

No-one has lifted a finger about this!

None of your predecessors,

none of the anesthetists, none of his

fellow consultants. - No, wait a second.

You come off it.

You're asking me to write a letter and put my name to it.

- We can't let this go on any longer.

- We?

- Fine.

If you can ignore this case.

- I'm not ignoring it-- - If you can ignore this case,

it won't be much longer till there's another on.

- If this has been going on so long,

how come you've done nothing about it till now?

(door clunks)

(door knocking)

- I like your outfit.

It suits you.

- Thanks, admin day.

- Donna, do you have time for a cup of coffee?

- I would, Maria, but I'm snowed under.

- Okay.

- [Donna] Is something the matter?

- I'm pregnant again.

- Congratulations! - Thank you.

- [Donna] Take a seat.

How is it so far?

- I know not to get my hopes up.

I have, after all, a 30% chance

of having another miscarriage.

I'm worried about how I'm gonna react

if this goes wrong again.

- There's nothing wrong with being sad

when a sad thing happens to you.

You don't have to employ euphemisms.

- Sorry.

But whenever you need to talk, I'm here.

Just between us.

Okay?

- Thanks.

So, what about you?

Any gossip?

- No, nothing.

- [Maria] Back to work.

(people chattering)

(Maya speaking faintly)

- Sure.

Okay.

- [Woman] Okay, thanks.

(door slams)

(phone ringing)

- (sighs) I'm married, I can't do this!

- [Rob] So, tell me about female sexual dysfunction.

- Some people think it doesn't exist.

That it's invented by pharmaceutical companies,

to cash in on the market for Viagra-like drugs.

- What do you think?

- I won't say since Bing, Stornoway, and Carroll

are paying for the research.

Some people think it's been going on far too long.

It causes a great deal of distress.

It doesn't help that it's not as easy to define

as the Horn of Africa, Italy, Korea, Florida.

- What?

- As in male erectile function.

Horn of Africa, Italy, Korea, Florida.

- Yeah, I get you.

- In women, it's more subjective than in men.

It's levels of arousal, quantity, quality of secretions.

(Rob groans)

What?

- Gynecology.

I dunno, sometimes it sounds so veterinary.

- [Polly] Oh, you're a pig.

- Naughty.

- Rob.

This is Mrs. Strawberry's son and daughter.

(doorbell rings)

- Are you here to see someone?

(door buzzing)

- Actually, Mr. Lake, we were hoping to see you.

- This way, please.

- [Woman] When you told me about my mother's death,

we got the sense you were holding something back.

Were you?

Did she have any last words?

- Last words?

She couldn't speak.

She was dying.

- Of course, sorry.

- Did she suffer?

- Your mother's death was sudden,

but, for a short time, unfortunately, she did suffer, yes.

I'm sorry.

- [Man] Thank you for being honest.

- Can you tell us your side of what happened?

- Well, as you know, your mother developed

a extremely dangerous throat infection

called acute epiglottitis.

This is where the throat becomes so inflamed

that it blocks off the airway to the lungs.

The only hope was to perform a cricothyrotomy,

procedure similar to a tracheostomy.

I carried on out but unfortunately, it wasn't successful.

I'm sorry.

- Could anything more have been done to save her?

- No, nothing more could've been done.

(door clunking)

(Rob choking) (Rob gasping)

I'll never fuck up again!

I'm sorry!

(gentle suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- Mr. Whitman and Mr. Hurley's secretary.

I'll get the notes and call you back.

(disk drive clunking)

(computer mouse clicking)

(printer whirring)

(door clunking)

Is that to go today, Maria?

I'll run it round for you, if you like.

- Would you, Anne-Marie?

Thank you.

- No problem.

- Hi, Donna, how are you?

- [Donna] Fine, how are you?

- Good, thanks.

Do you have a few minutes, please?

I'd like to see the Taylors.

- [Physio] And again.

(Karen crying)

- I've just come to see you before my ward round.

- [Donna] We could go somewhere to talk.

- Here's fine.

- Would you excuse us?

- Certainly. - Thank you.

It's nicer being on the ward.

The ITU can be a bit impersonal.

I'm deeply sorry about the loss of your baby.

And I'm deeply sorry about your condition, Karen. (coughs)

Let me tell you more about what happened.

Karen, you had an abruption.

The placenta had come away from the wall of the womb

and there was a life-threatening hemorrhage.

Your baby was only 28 weeks.

His life was also in grave danger. (coughs)

At that point, I decided not to choose between them.

Not to work to save one at the expense of the other.

I tried to save you both.

I delivered your son by cesarean section.

He was extremely premature

and weakened by the problem with the placenta.

We did everything we could to revive him, but he was dead.

I'm very sorry.

At that point, Karen was still bleeding heavily.

I could've performed a hysterectomy,

I could have taken out her womb.

But this was your first child,

and I tried to give you a chance of having another.

Was I wrong?

Mr. Taylor.

If I'd taken the womb straight away,

your wife might not be in her present condition.

But I chose to give you the chance

to still be parents one day.

She bled.

She just bled and bled, I don't know why.

And I had to take the womb.

(Karen sobbing)

I'm really very sorry.

I'm sorry for everything.

- Are you all right, Roger?

- (scoffs) Perinatal mortality runs at one in 75.

On a unit this size that's 50-odd a year.

One a week.

- Accidents happen.

- Yeah.

Give me a call if they need anything else.

- Yeah, will do. - Thanks.

- Okay. - Bye.

Zack's splashing in the bath?

You used to splash the water when you were a baby.

Yes, you did.

You being a good boy for Mommy?

Tobes, Daddy's got to go now.

Bye.

I love you, bye.

- Mr. Hurley, we'd like to talk to you

about a serious matter.

There's been some complaints about you, from Dr. Orton.

(elevator door clunking)

- Morning. - Morning.

(tense music)

(locker clattering)

- Look out for each other.

She'd become deeply concerned.

(objects clattering)

Rob.

I'm gonna ask you a straightforward question,

and I'd like a straightforward answer, if you wouldn't mind.

What do you know about Maria Orton's allegations against me?

- Nothing.

- Good.

- What's going on?

- It's bad enough we have pen-pushers

spying on our every move.

Now it's an anesthetist!

- I'm so sorry. - That's all right.

- Excuse me. - Okay.

(water sploshing)

- Am I losing my marbles?

Am I not supposed to be gassing for you guys today?

- Not us.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

Bang and Olufsen.

I like those, they're good.

They're very good.

The sort of stuff I listen to,

you need a big fruity backend.

(door creaking)

- Why has my name been removed from the rota?

- None of the surgeons are prepared to work with you.

- That's preposterous.

- Ask them.

- The other anesthetists will be up in arms.

- Don't seem to be.

I think they feel as betrayed by your allegations as I do.

As all the consultants do.

Maria, if you had a problem with my methods,

then you should've discussed it with me.

- I've tried, over and over and over again!

- Why're you doing this?

Why you conducting a witch-hunt against me?

- Doctor Orton, would you come with us, please?

- Maria.

No-one regrets this more than me that this wasn't dealt with

doctor to doctor.

(gentle music)

(phone clunks)

(phone clunks)

- Hi, this is Mr. Lake in gynae.

I can't get an answer to Dr. Orton's bleep.

Can you check the number for me, please?

Orton.

O, R, T, O, N.

That's impossible, why would she not be listed?

Can you put me through to her secretary, then?

Well, she had one yesterday.

Is there anyone that can help me?

(phone beeps)

(phone clatters)

- [Tony] She's definitely a PP, so can you make sure

that her notes get over to my secretary

by tomorrow lunchtime, the latest?

- [Anne-Marie] Okay.

- This week's OPD letters.

One's a DNA, the fourth

and I don't wanna lose the follow-up.

Gonna have to do a GP letter.

- Okay.

- [Rob] Can I use a Dictaphone, please?

- Use a finger like everybody else.

(Anne-Marie chuckles)

Are we ever actually gonna get this new SHO, do you think?

- A flight's booked,

we're just waiting on a UK registration.

- Okay. (keyboard tapping)

- Mr. Whitman.

Sorry, is this a bad time?

- Yeah.

- Can we talk later?

- Well, I'm busy later, what do you want?

- It's kind of delicate.

- (laughs) Well, all my staff are sworn to secrecy,

I can assure you. (Anne-Marie giggles)

- Maybe we could go outside the hospital premises.

There's a pub around the corner.

- I'm on-call.

- I'll buy you a Coke.

- You're on-call and you go to the pub.

It really doesn't matter what you drink, Rob.

Doesn't alter the fact that you're a doctor

who goes to the pub while he's on-call.

- Mr. Whitman, sorry.

What's happened to Maria Orton?

- Silly cow.

So, Hurley makes a few mistakes.

What's it gotta do with her?

- You've known all along? - Hm?

You just said, "Hurley makes mistakes."

(buzzer buzzing)

- [Polly] Aren't you gonna get that?

- Not my job.

- I could make your job much more difficult.

(buzzer buzzing)

- How would I tell the difference?

- You would know.

(buzzer buzzing)

- They've suspended her, haven't they?

- [Donna] Mm-hm.

- What do we do? - Nothing.

Do nothing, say nothing.

- What grounds could they suspend her?

- They probably haven't even decided yet.

(door buzzing)

- Thanks for waiting, Rob.

Right, let's whizz round, shall we?

- Tim, are you-- - Pass, please.

Thank you.

- [Dua] Can I have a quick word with you, please?

- Excuse me.

Dr. Sibley called me to see a patient.

- [Nurse] Ah, yeah.

Just through there.

- Hello, I'm Polly Grey, I'm the registrar on-call.

She's got an ectopic.

- Oh, my.

- What?

- You're going to want to admit her, aren't you?

- Ever so slightly.

- Well, we've been commanded to get patients

out of the department

but we haven't got any beds to put them in.

Come with me.

- That's cubicle two, thank you.

- [Tim] Knackers their figures

to have patients stacked up on trolleys.

So, can your woman wait here?

- In the corridor?

- [Tim] Well it may look like a corridor,

but it's been designated an observation area.

As long as we screw the wheels off your patient's trolley.

- The wheels?

- Yeah, without the wheels, it's a bed.

Unless she can get by with a chair.

- A chair?

- Hospital guidelines stipulate

that a chair is the equivalent of a bed.

- Okay, I want her on a trolley, with or without wheels.

Right here, with the door open, obs every five minutes.

- Okay.

- I'll send for her as soon as I can book a theater.

(Tim claps)

- [Tony] Shit, bit of a mess in here, huh?

- We've had to bring an ectopic in theater.

I don't think we're gonna make it to the routine list.

- What am I supposed to tell the patients?

- Tell them to try acupuncture.

- Yak, yak, yak, Polly.

Less gabbing, bit more stabbing.

Gonna have to open her up, I'm afraid.

- [Polly] Sorry, Kat.

- That's four TCIs we've had clerked in.

Bloods, ECGs, and X-rays done, kept nil by mouth overnight.

They are pissed off, I'm pissed off.

It really pisses me off, Donna.

- [Tony] "Dear Dr. Sarawagi.

"Thank you for referring this lady who has a three month.

- Any more canceled ops? - Two more.

- [Tony] Examination was normal.

- [Anne-Marie] You know your waiting list, Tony?

- Oh, shit.

- This one's been on it 12 months already.

When you gonna get her in?

- Find out when she's going on her holiday.

- Tony?

- Oh, shit.

- The unit administrator wants to talk to you

about this months cancellations.

- I don't wanna talk to her.

- Shall I say you can't make the meeting?

- When's the meeting? - Now.

- Why didn't you tell me earlier?

- You were busy earlier.

- Shit.

- I've been looking through the cancellations

and yours seem to exceed the average.

If cancellations run high, then the hospital gets fined

for not meeting targets and that means less money for next.

♪ And it's your time, just ♪ tonight he'll be mine ♪

- We've had six operations canceled this week.

It's too many.

Apparently, we could do better.

- Well, the cancellations have happened,

so we'll just try harder next month.

- Yes, but that won't have any effect

on this month's figures will it.

- What you saying, Tony? - Nothing.

- Right.

- The management expect a lower return on cancellations.

- How much lower?

- Well, ideally, none.

- Are you asking me to falsify the figures?

- Fuck 'em, six cancellations.

(phone rings)

Oh, did you telephone that patient

that was on the waiting list?

- She's back to Bangladesh

from the 5th to 19th of next month.

- Book her into my clinic on the 8th.

She won't be able to come,

which means the delay in treatment

will be patient-initiated,

which means it doesn't count against me.

- Right you are, Tony.

(phone rings)

(switch clicks) (light buzzing)

(X-ray box thudding) - Actually, it's something

we could probably.

Excuse me, just a minute, Mr. Burns.

Mr. Lake.

- Sister.

- Mr. Burns has come up from the hospital mortuary service.

The bereavement midwife's off sick,

so he wants to talk to the Taylors

about the arrangements for their baby's funeral.

I said it was something that we could do.

- Yeah, okay, no problem.

- Great.

That's fine, Mr. Burns, we'll deal with it, thanks.

That's all they need, a visit from Uncle Fester.

- According to a recent survey,

what percentage of mortuary workers admitted to necrophilia?

- 50.

- 70.

- Maybe we should come back later.

- No problem, I'm nearly finished.

- This is a difficult subject,

but we have to talk about Daniel's funeral.

- [Mark] Okay.

- You can make your own arrangements if you prefer,

that's up to you,

but the hospital does provide a funeral service.

- We arrange it through an undertake.

I'm sorry to mention money, please don't be offended,

but it is free.

A coffin will be provided

and he'll be buried near other babies.

- There'll be a funeral service, which you can attend,

but he'll probably be buried in a multiple grave.

You can pay for a separate grave and a headstone.

The alternative is cremation,

but it's unlikely there'll be any ashes

for you to take home.

(Karen sobbing)

- Why wouldn't there be any ashes?

- I'm sorry, I don't know the reason why.

We're just told to inform you that.

Sorry.

- Okay, well, we'll think about it.

Thanks.

- Thank you.

(Karen sobbing)

(Mark shushing)

- You okay?

- I'm okay, you?

- Me?

- How do you feel?

- (sighs) Alive.

(Donna panting)

Ugh, I forgot my period was due.

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

- Don't want to call it anything.

This isn't something I planned.

- Something you don't want?

- Just not what I planned.

- Cleaners are gonna think

I've slaughtered a goat or something.

- (laughs) Makes a change from you choking your chicken.

- Is that what you think? (hand slaps)

God, I tell you, sometimes it really is the only option.

(Donna laughs)

(hand slapping) - Ah, ow!

(both giggling)

- (sighs) I'm starving, let's find a restaurant.

- No, I'm not hungry.

- Well, we can go to a pub, then.

I'll be fine with a nice packet of pork scratchings.

- I can't.

- Why not?

- You know why, don't ask.

- (sighs) We'll go somewhere where no-one knows us.

This hospital, this shitty room,

I feel like I'm living in a box.

- He'll worry if I'm late.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry it's like this.

(door clunking)

(tense music)

(Karen murmurs)

(doorbell ringing)

(doorbell ringing)

- [Kat] Gynae, can I help you?

- [Mark] Mark Turner, Karen Turner's husband.

(door buzzing)

♪ A friend in need's a friend indeed ♪

♪ My Japanese is better ♪

♪ And when she's pressed ♪ she will undress ♪

(doors clunking)

- [Mark] Hi.

♪ A friend in need's a friend indeed ♪

♪ A friend who bleeds is better ♪

♪ My friend confessed ♪ she passed the test ♪

♪ And we will never sever ♪

(toilet flushing)

- No-one fed my wife her breakfast.

- Sorry, we're short-staffed today.

Excuse me, sir, what do you think you're doing?

- I'm looking for my wife's notes.

We need them for the court case,

the complaint, whatever it has to be.

- You can't look at medical records without permission.

- They're not here.

- Sir, I've asked you nicely.

- [Mark] Where are my wife's notes?

Excuse me. - I need to book

an urgent ultrasound, please.

- Are those my wife's notes?

- My wife's medical notes should be here.

- Excuse me.

Hi, I need to talk to someone about an urgent ultrasound.

- O&G, straight away, thank you.

You can't come in here.

- I wanna know where the hell are my wife's medical records.

- I've called security.

Someone's on his way up, right now.

- If they're not on the ward, where would they be?

- It's not my responsibility to find your wife's--

- What's the matter with you?

I'm asking you a simple question.

What's the matter with you people?

- Just calm down, sir.

All I'm tryna do is ask a question.

Now, are you all so powerful and I'm such a piece of shit

that I can't even ask a question?

- I've called security.

- What about you?

Do you know what's happened to my wife's medical records?

- I'm sorry, I don't.

- You're all such patronizing bastards!

Do you know what happened this morning?

My wife had her breakfast plonked down in front of her,

and no one gave a shit that she couldn't feed herself!

- Don't swear at me.

- I'll swear at you if I bloody want to.

- I'm calling security again.

- Where are my wife's records? (door thudding)

I'm sorry. (sobbing)

I'm sorry.

- [Donna] He was upset about his wife's notes,

and about her breakfast.

- They're no excuse.

- [Donna] No, they're no excuse.

- You were not on, I was, and I'm reporting it.

- [Donna] I'm on now, and I'm asking you not to.

- Is that how you look after the nurses on this ward, Donna?

So, who comes first?

Us or the patients?

- [Donna] All I'm asking is for you to show some compassion.

By all accounts, he only pushed you.

- Do I have to bleed?

I have to have broken bones, Donna?

(sinister music)

(medical machines beeping) (upbeat music)

♪ I left my heart in San Francisco ♪

- Everything all right?

- Yes.

♪ Dancing on it ♪

- How's her blood pressure?

- Blood pressure?

Yes.

- Everything's okay?

- [Abeola] Everything okay.

♪ I beg and I scream ♪ and I cuss and I cry ♪

- So, I'd define her disease as moderate.

There are two spots on.

♪ Money's all gone but you need some ♪

- Where's he going now?

- Fuck knows.

- Go and find out what he's playing at will you?

I'd define her disease as moderate.

There are two spots on the uterosacral ligament,

can you see those?

- [Rob] Yeah.

- Everything all right, Dr.?

- Abeola.

Abeola.

- [Roger] Everything all right?

- I am trying to buy a car, but it's already sold.

♪ If music is the victim then so am I ♪

- How long are you staying with us, Dr. Abeola?

- [Abeola] I don't know.

- Do you mind if I ask, where did you train?

- Moscow.

- Really?

- Many, many students from Nigeria train in Russia.

- Have you always been a locum?

- Yeah, always a locum.

♪ Riding through the city with a shotgun ♪

- [Roger] Had the locum anesthetist yet?

- Say what you like about Maria, she was a decent gasman.

Shame she's a bird, really.

I'm afraid the new bloke is all yours, matey.

(people murmuring)

- [Donna] Who left these?

- [Nurse] I don't know.

Don't know.

- "Dear Colleague, I am writing to you

"to clarify a change of work status.

"Post of consultant anesthetist

"will continue to be filled on a locum basis.

"Dr. Maria Orton who is a valued colleague

"remains indefinitely on psychiatric sick leave."

Psychiatric?

- About 18 months ago, she had a miscarriage.

She became clinically depressed.

They're saying psychiatric to make out it's a relapse.

Bastards.

Should we go somewhere better to talk?

- If they wanna chuck me off the premises, let them.

You mean for your sake, of course, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- [Maria] Don, I'm thinking of going to the press.

- And saying what?

- That Roger Hurley was appointed based on his inarguably

first-rate record in ovarian research,

and the funding that he attracted,

but no-one ensured he was competent in the day-to-day care

of obstetric and gynecological patients.

That once his shortcomings became manifest,

the hospital knowingly continued to employ him

beyond his level of competence.

That the hospital turned a blind eye and have no choice.

They have to carry on doing so,

as any charges against Hurley

will inevitably raise questions

about their failure to act sooner.

I've agonized over this.

But I've got to do something.

- [Donna] I want you to see this.

- Bastards.

- Maria.

Maria.

- Is that why you came to meet me?

To tell me to give in?

- No.

I'm worried about how this will affect you.

Patients aren't the only ones who can be victims

of medical accidents.

Doctors can be, too.

- What am I supposed to do?

Let them take a career that I've worked for,

that I put off having a family for,

that could've cost me having a family?

No.

No, no, no!

I won't give in Donna, I won't.

If they wanna fight, they've got one.

(footsteps clattering) (somber music)

- [Chaplain] Grant this, oh, merciful Father

for the sake of Jesus Christ, our only savior,

mediator and advocate.

Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

- Please accept my sincere condolences.

- Thanks for coming. - That's okay.

- We've got a solicitor now.

- I hope they can help.

I've gotta get back to work.

- She makes call after call to the hospital,

no-one ever gets back.

Then, finally, someone tells her they've lost the notes.

They say they can't find them anywhere.

The solicitor, she says, without the notes,

it'll just take longer.

Years.

I don't know, if we can't be sure of winning,

I don't know if I can give months, years to a legal battle.

The money.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm a schoolteacher.

If one of my colleagues can't control his class,

and doesn't prepare his lessons properly, then I know.

But if a surgeon hasn't done his job properly,

how am I supposed to know?

How am I qualified to know?

Will you come and speak to our solicitor?

- I can't.

- [Mark] Why not?

- I'd lose my job.

I can't, I'm sorry, Mark.

- [Mark] Why won't you help us?

- A patient died because of a mistake that I made.

Put me in the witness box,

that's the type of doctor they'll show me to be.

I'm of no help to you, I'm sorry.

(suspenseful music)

(water splashing)

- On with the show.

(trolley clattering)

- [Abeola] Hello.

Don't worry.

- Mrs. Drake, possible ectopic.

Ultrasound shows a lot of free fluid in the pelvis,

probably significant internal hemorrhaging.

- How long?

- Plenty time.

- We're ready, when will you be?

- Soon.

- This isn't a spinal, this is a GA.

- Huh? - A GA.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Lost half an hour dicking around with the GA.

- [Roger] So, we lost half an hour, just let me think.

Retraction.

(upbeat rock music)

More retraction, thank you.

Spencer-Wells.

(medical machines beeping)

- [Rob] Boss?

Boss? - Rob, will you shut up?

I'm tryna think.

Shit, get that.

Suction!

(blood squelching)

Can you see it?

- [Rob] I can't see it.

- [Roger] Let's clear the field, so we can see the vessel.

What's her blood pressure?

- Systolic, okay. - Huh?

I don't understand a fucking word you're saying.

Will someone switch the music off, please.

- [Rob] Think I've got it.

- [Roger] Yeah?

- I've got it. - Good, good work.

(tense music)

- [Rob] Boss, this isn't working.

Maybe we should extend the incision, boss?

- [Roger] Rob, will you shut up?

Either do it my way, or get out.

Shit, suction!

(air puffing)

You're in my way!

(doors thudding)

- Mr. Whitman, I need you to come into theater 12

right away, please.

- [Tony] I've got my own list here.

- Mr. Whitman, please.

- [Polly] I'll be fine on my own for this first one.

- [Tony] Is Roger calling in?

- I am.

- [Tony] I can't take another consultant's case.

- I've got a patient on the table in there,

if Hurley carries on the he's going,

she's gonna be dead in the next 10 minutes.

- [Tony] Patients die.

- Not this one.

She's an ectopic, she's bleeding heavily.

She still stands a chance.

- [Polly] Really, Tony, I'll be fine.

- [Tony] Shit.

- [Roger] Shit!

(air puffing)

(door thuds)

- [Tony] Rob here's not feeling very well,

do you need me to sub?

- [Roger] Yeah, thanks, Tony.

I might need you for a minute or two.

- [Tony] Let's have a look, shall we?

She could be bleeding from the ovarian artery.

What do you think?

Clamp it and take it from there?

- [Roger] Yep, thanks, Tony.

(trolley clattering)

- [Rob] She's gonna be fine, mate.

- Which is more than I can say for you.

(door thuds)

(door creaking)

(door thudding)

- [Narrator] Next time on "Bodies".

- Things may be about to get difficult for me around here.

- You're a management poodle.

A poodle, pulling a little gay trolley.

- 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.

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

- Why'd you let Hurley do this to me?

Why won't you help us?

- It's the system.

Reject it, and you're on your own.

(dramatic rock music)