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- [Narrator] Previously on "Bodies."
- What did you prescribe her?
- Amoxicillin, 500 milligrams IV.
- Why didn't anyone know about her mum
being allergic to penicillin?
- If it isn't my fault, whose is it?
- She will not appear in my figures, no bloody way.
- I'm married, I can't do this.
- So you're saying you are not suffering
from a psychiatric illness?
- I tried to bring to their attention
a catalog of medical errors committed by Roger Hurley.
- I want Hurley to look me in the eye,
admit what he did to Karen and say he's sorry.
- Karen Taylor's medical notes aren't available to us,
the hospital maintains they've been lost.
- I thought this was gonna be about the Taylors.
- The case we're dealing with is yours, Rob,
your negligence, not mine and I propose
that you be put on Extraordinary Leave from my firm.
- It's you this should be happening to, Roger, not me.
- In the last seven days,
how many times have you had sexual intercourse?
- One time. - On a scale of one to 10,
one being the lowest possible, 10 being the highest,
how would you rate your level of desire?
- Five.
- Level of arousal? - Three.
- How would you rate your level of orgasm?
- Two.
- You ever been to St. Lucia?
- No. - It's where they're holding
the Second Annual Symposium into Female Sexual Dysfunction,
Bing-Stornoway-Carroll have said they'll fly me
and one member of my team out there, do you fancy it?
- Sounds great.
- Well, I'd like to give them
a preliminary presentation this week.
- I'd have to say the the data at this point
are far from conclusive.
- The data's crap, I cannot show crap to BSC.
- The results are what they are, Mr. Whitman.
- They've promised a cappuccino machine
for the surgeons' lounge
and they're going to build a swimming pool
in my back garden shaped like a vag.
- I wonder if I can ask you the questions again.
I shouldn't be telling you this, but the drug company
is planning an even bigger trial later on in the year
and subjects who've responded well
to this course of treatment will be given priority,
when being put forward to the next trial.
- So I'd get paid to take the drug again?
- The trial would be bigger, so the fee would be higher.
So how would you rate your level of desire?
- Seven.
- Arousal? - Eight.
- Orgasm? - Nine.
(dynamic melodic music)
(light melodic music)
(knocking on door)
- Okay.
(knocking on door)
I'm coming, who is it?
(knocking on door)
- [Donna] Are you alright?
(sighing)
I've been bleeping you.
(door closing)
- They took my bleep.
- I thought they'd kicked you out of this room already.
- Well, that would require one department successfully
managing to communicate with another in this hospital.
- What are you gonna do?
- Nothing I can do.
Will you come back tonight after work?
- I don't know, maybe.
You don't deserve this,
you're the only person who has stood up to Roger,
you saved patients he could've harmed.
(vomiting)
- Morning.
- Morning, Tony, everything alright?
- Well, I hope so, how are my figures looking?
- [Polly] Okay.
- Why, what's wrong with them?
- They're a little down. - Only a little.
- Down, what, you mean as in up?
- There's a few more complications this month, yes.
- Oh, God, it's the royal visit this morning, shit!
Upcode the risk factors to make my, (clicking fingers)
my results look better, thank you.
Smokers have a far greater risk of complication,
so codify more of the patients as smokers
and the number of expected complication goes up
and actual numbers look better in comparison, don't they?
Oh, here's one, there,
you see, gave up smoking 15 years ago.
Well, I bet she still has a sneaky fag now and then,
recodify her
as a smoker.
- Upcoding.
- This month's complication rate
for the Whitman firm was 16%,
which is an increase on last month's figure,
which was 12%, but a rise is only 4%.
- 4% as an absolute figure, the relative rise is 33%,
the more appropriate measure, I'd say.
- Fuck me, Roger, hold your horses, let her finish, hm?
- However this month we saw an increase
in predicted morbidity from 15% to 20%,
meaning the Whitman firm's actual morbidity rate
is 4% below the national average.
- Or if you use Roger's way of looking at things,
a whopping 25% below the national average.
(laughing)
Last month's deliveries by Cesarean section, 21%,
the Department of Health's target is under 20%.
- Two units within this Health Authority have reported
rates of 15%, our target should be 15%.
Why the hell isn't our target 15%?
Dolts, oafs and dolts.
- For those of you who haven't already met him,
I'd like to introduce our Unit General Manager,
Mr. Paul Tennant.
Mr. Tennant is paying his occasional royal visit
to the O&G M&M meeting.
Back to the CS figures,
now here is the firm-by-firm breakdown,
as you can see, Mr. Hurley is 23.5%,
Miss Sharma, 21.5%, Mrs. Keithley, 21.5%,
Mrs. Obi-Nadozie, 20.5%,
Mr. Kumararatne, 20.0%,
Mr. Whitman, 18.5%.
- Tony, sorry, but going back to your complication report,
according to figures returned
to the O&G Clinical Directorate,
we have one of your gynae patients, a Louise Weazer
reported as being transferred to ITU
following respiratory arrest.
(hushed chattering)
- She wasn't my patient.
- Who's patient was she?
- Roger's.
- Actually, Tony, that's not strictly true.
- It was your SHO who gave her the wrong antibiotic,
why should she appear in my figures?
- My understanding is that the chain of events
leading to her present condition was more complex.
- The critical error was the antibiotic.
- Yet there was a chain of errors, not just Maya's.
- "Don't tell him, Pike!"
- There was a chain of errors, not just the SHO's,
which put the patient into a coma.
- When the shit hits the fan, everybody ducks,
some people duck a little bit faster than others.
- When things goes wrong,
people find it easier to blame an individual,
rather than look at how the system failed.
- You're right, Roger, it is easier.
When in doubt,
blame the scapegoat.
- I'm sorry about that, Maya.
(hushed chattering)
- Okay, bed 13, Surinder Kaur, aged 59, under Mr. Hurley,
CA ovary. (doorbell buzzing)
Surinder had a comfortable evening,
she's nil by mouth for theater in the morning.
- Sorry, if this is a bad time and that.
- We'll only be 10 minutes.
- That's alright, how can I help?
- I was hoping to speak to Rob Lake.
- Mr. Lake's on leave.
Hello.
- Hello.
- Have you started school yet?
- [Boy] What do you think?
- Ah, you cheeky wee monkey.
- Here's my mobile if you see him.
- Alright, Shelley.
What?
- You don't know?
- No, what?
Okay,
bed 14, Michelle Fleet, aged 22.
(machine beeping quietly)
(gentle piano music)
- Maya,
what are you doing here?
- It's my fault she's a cabbage.
- There were lots of mistakes.
- Are you trying to make me feel better?
- We all kill a few patients when we're starting out.
If every doctor who messed up was lost to this profession,
then there'd be no one left to staff our hospitals.
You're Louise's daughter, aren't you?
- Shelley.
- I'm Polly Grey, I'm one of the obstetrics
and gynecology registrars.
We've been having a look at your mother's charts
and I'm afraid there's no improvement.
- There was something I wanted to talk to Dr. Lake about.
- Can I help?
- I had this idea, I've seen in the papers,
that sometimes they use a celebrity.
- A celebrity?
- You know, someone the coma person's really into
and hearing their voice brings them out of it.
- Right.
- I was thinking of Eminem.
- By all means, bring in a CD or a tape,
be sure to clear it with a member of staff
before you put it on.
- Could the hospital get him to come in?
Do you think he does hospital visits?
- We'll look into it.
- Thank you.
Come on.
(mellow melodic music)
- [Katya] Gynae, Staff Nurse Katya Bredova.
Can I help you?
- Is Sister Rix there please?
- [Katya] Who is this calling?
Who is this?
- Hello, Helen, Helen, my name's Tim, Tim Sibley,
I'm the A&E Senior SHO,
I'm gonna be looking after you from now on, okay?
(groaning)
Because you're pregnant, I'm going to call
someone down from Obstetrics straightaway.
- She's 36-weeks pregnant, we need a registrar down here.
- Yeah, I'm trying, Rob's not answering his bleep.
- Rob's on leave.
- The rota says he's on call. - He's not.
- Who is then? - I don't know.
- So Hurley's firm's on call, but Rob's not
and no one knows who's covering?
- Call Roger.
- You call Roger.
- I'll bleep Polly.
(quiet hospital bustling)
(machine beeping quietly)
(groaning in pain) Where does it hurt?
- Ow! - Does your tummy hurt,
where the baby is?
- Ow, ow, ow!
- Oh, my.
- Her membranes have ruptured.
Aren't we supposed to give her anti-D now?
- What you asking me for, you're the Gynae.
- I'm not sure, anyone know?
(light suspenseful music)
(phone ringing)
A&E, Polly, great, listen,
with Rob being off I didn't know who to call.
We've got a woman down here,
an RTA, she's 36 weeks pregnant.
She says to call Labor Ward
for them to send a midwife down with a CTG.
- Could you call the Labor Ward
and get me a midwife down her with a CTG.
- And an ultrasound scanner.
- Could you get me an ultrasound scanner as well please?
(groaning in pain) Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Her contractions have started.
- Now she's started contractions.
Time them!
- [Tim] Four minutes 30.
- Nice watch.
- Uncomplicated tibia, C-spine NAD.
The Orthopods said that they'd be happy
to fix the tib later.
- 80 over 50, we've got to pump more fluids into her.
Where's Trauma? - Get whoever's on for Trauma
and a couple more units of claret
and do we have a Sonicaid down here?
- Sonicaid.
- Where's the wedge? - What wedge?
- The Cardiff wedge? - What's a Cardiff wedge?
- Look, I'll see if I can find one.
- Help me roll her.
Okay, Helen, we're just going to roll you over,
it's better for you, okay, go one, two three.
(groaning in pain)
The wedge goes under here.
Your waters have broken and they're blood-stained,
but that doesn't necessarily mean
that the baby's been harmed.
Right repeat her BP.
Right, lying on her back, the uterus presses on the IVC
limiting venous return to the heart,
there's no wonder her BP was so low.
(Sonicaid whooshing)
That's your baby's heartbeat, that's a good strong hearbeat.
I'm going to have to examine you internally, is that okay?
If you could lift up her leg.
Okay.
(machine beeping quietly)
There we go.
(groaning in pain)
Sorry.
Sorry, there we are, just need to feel your cervix.
Sorry, sorry, all done, all done.
She's four to five centimeters dilated.
- We don't do wedges anymore, but I found a pillow,
will a pillow be alright?
- Yeah, just put it in there, CTG's here.
- Okay to put it on? - Yeah, go ahead.
That's in here, thank you.
(quiet hospital bustling)
- [Hazel] Contraction, slight dip.
(groaning in pain)
- Everything's looking good, Helen,
your baby's looking good.
How's that trace looking?
- Still seeing slight dips.
- Okay, organize an urgent transfer to Maternity.
Mr. Hurley, thanks for coming.
- Sorry you've been dropped in it like this, Polly.
- This is Helen Moore. - Hello, Helen.
- she's 32-years old, 36 weeks into her second pregnancy,
the first was a normal vaginal delivery, no problems.
She's been involved in an RTA,
membrane's ruptured, contractions started.
The amniotic fluid was blood-stained,
the ultrasound showed no fetal trauma.
Theater's ready for her now.
- So you're going for Cesarean section?
- Yes.
- What's the position?
- Occipito-transverse.
- She's got an unstable pelvis?
- No, but, um, she--
- [Roger] This her film?
- [Polly] Yes.
- It looks like a straightforward fracture to me.
- With respect, Mr. Hurley, she's been involved in an RTA,
there are dips on her CTGs, I think--
- Let me have a look.
No neurovascular compromise.
These dips aren't too bad,
what's her VE, four, five centimeters?
- Yes. - Well, you know that multips
can progress very quickly to full dilatation,
I don't get your rationale for ruling out a trial of labor.
- I don't think she's got the energy to push the baby out,
which isn't good for her and isn't good for the baby.
I can do a CS in 20 minutes skin to skin,
the baby's out and safe
and the Orthopods can get on with fixing her leg.
- We're doing too many Ceasarean sections.
This woman has a stable pelvis, should dilate up quickly,
and the signs of fetal distress
are equivocal to say the least, she can deliver vaginally.
(groaning in pain)
- Come on, push!
Push, Helen, big push now.
- Come on, Helen, you've got to push
and this little fella will be out in no time.
Big push for me now, Helen, come on!
- [Hazel] Come on, push!
- Will you push for me, Helen?
- [Hazel] Come on, push!
Big push, Helen, come on.
- You've got to push, Helen.
- [Hazel] Push!
- Come on, Helen, big push, big push.
(groaning in pain)
(light suspenseful music)
Big push.
Big push now, big push!
- Big push, come on, push!
(groaning in pain)
Come on, Helen.
Push.
Push, Helen.
- Push, Helen, big push.
Come on now, big push now.
- We were all set to deliver by CS ages ago.
By now the baby would be starting nursery.
- Ow! (groaning in pain)
- Come on, Helen, big push!
- Who the hell uses Kiellands' forceps outside of theater?
- Come on, Helen.
(groaning in pain)
- We'll go in there and between us,
we'll persuade him to transfer her to theater for a section.
Who'll back me up?
- Sorry.
- Big push, Helen.
- [Hazel] Push, Helen.
Come on.
- Big push, Helen.
(groaning in pain)
(light suspenseful music)
- Hurley is pulling on set of Kiellands'
like he's reeling in a marlin
and something is gonna happen to that baby
and something's gonna happen to that mum.
Please, you've got to come up there with me.
- Why are you bothering with all this?
You've never bothered about Hurley before.
- Well, I've never been in this situation before.
- It's not my problem.
(sighing in frustration)
- Come on, Helen.
(groaning in pain)
Come on, Helen.
- [Hazel] Chin to chest, Helen, come on, you've got to push.
- Mr. Hurley, I'm sorry, but it is contrary to best practice
to use Kiellands' forceps out of theater,
I strongly recommend
that we transfer this patient immediately.
- I know what I'm doing, Polly.
- But Mr. Hurley! - Get out!
(groaning in pain)
Big push now, Helen. - Push for me, Helen.
- Big push, come on.
Big push, come on.
(groaning in pain)
- [Hazel] Push!
- [Roger] He's on his way!
- That's it! - Come on, Helen, that's it!
- [Hazel] That's it, Helen.
(screaming in pain) Come on, you're doing it!
(baby crying)
- Walk with me.
If you were my registrar,
I'd kick your arse out the door right now,
you're Tony's, you're his problem.
- Mr. Hurley, given the clinical pres--
- Don't, just don't.
Is the father here yet?
- I don't know.
- You talk to him when he arrives.
The good news is they've got a bouncing baby boy,
the bad news is she's written off the Peugeot, now fuck off.
(quiet hospital bustling)
- There was a well-defined area of CIN.
- I'm not on Extraordinary Leave, not yet anyway.
- You stupid cow.
I'm already without a bloody SHO,
how am I gonna manage if they come down on you?
- I thought he was gonna cock up the delivery.
- [Tony] And did he?
- No.
- Rob's got you believing that everything Roger does
is a catastrophe.
- But it looked like it was gonna become a catastrophe.
- Did the cervix dilate as quickly as he said it would?
- Yes. - And the dips on the CTG,
they didn't turn into anything pathological?
- No.
- And he dealt with the OT presentation by using Kiellands'?
- Yes.
- Well, it wasn't a bloody catastrophe then, was it, Polly?
Not for Roger Hurley!
Bollocks!
Now I will have to square it with him!
I am the frigging Principal Consultant
and I will have to go down on my knees to him, bollocks!
- I'm really sorry, Tony.
I'm sorry.
- Okay.
(quiet hospital bustling)
- Gynae, Staff Nurse Bredova.
(door buzzing)
I'll tell her.
Donna, that was Pharmacy,
you are late for Drugs Budget meeting.
- Oh, thanks.
- And Mrs. Pringle is in the office.
- What does she want?
- Biscuits, chocolate?
(quiet background pop music)
- What can I do for you?
- Shut the door, please, Sister.
Mrs. Pringle has received a serious allegation.
- What sort of allegation?
- [UA] Racism towards a visitor.
- By who?
- By you.
- Well, no way.
What am I supposed to have done?
- I'm not at liberty to disclose
the precise nature of the allegation.
- Who says I'm racist?
- I'm not at liberty to disclose the name of the plaintiff.
Needless to say, we take it extremely seriously.
An investigation is underway and you'll be notified
in due course if there's to be disciplinary action.
(knocking on door)
- [Donna] Hey.
- [Rob] I've got something for you.
- [Donna] What's this?
- Well, what's it look like?
- I know, but why?
- So I can call you.
- I'm sorry, Rob, I can't accept this.
- Why not?
(sighing)
- 'Cause he might find it.
- Who?
- You know who.
- [Rob] Well, then say it.
- My husband might find it?
- I've got no way of me getting hold of you,
I stayed in here all last night.
- I said I probably couldn't make it.
- You were with him?
- Yeah.
- [Rob] You couldn't get away?
- It was his birthday. - You could've tried.
- It was his birthday.
- Do you still sleep with him?
I've often wondered but never asked,
do you still sleep with him?
- We sleep in the same bed. - Do you fuck him still?
- That's none of your business.
- No, I think it is, do you still fuck him?
- No, it not about that, this is complicated for me,
this is about how I feel about you, how I feel about him.
- Do you suck his cock like you suck mine,
or is that a bit complicated for you as well?
Wait. (sighing)
I need to talk to you.
There may be a way that I can get my job back,
but I need help.
I need, (sighing)
I need you to help me.
- I can't get involved.
- Donna, months could go by here, years,
as a doctor, I'll be completely finished.
This is my best chance, maybe my only chance.
- You don't speak out,
you don't put your head above the parapet,
that's how you survive.
I'm sorry, Rob.
(birds twittering)
- I'm prepared to testify against Mr. Hurley
on behalf of the Taylors.
- I'm afraid the latest round of communication
with the hospital doesn't augur well,
they've actively discredited Dr. Orton
and I think they're trying to do the same with you.
I'm sorry to bring this up,
but they say you're to blame for the death of a patient.
- Angela Strawberry, that's because I am.
- Anyway, without Karen Taylor's medical records,
I don't see how we've got much of a case.
- What do they say about the notes?
- Still the same, lost.
When it's their word against ours,
the notes amount to the whole case.
- I could try and get you the notes.
- Mr. Lake, please be careful.
(light suspenseful music)
- Do you have to escort me everywhere I go?
What if I need the toilet?
- Ha-ha, very good.
I'm sorry, lovey,
he just wants to get some things off his desk.
- Oh.
Okay.
- Alright, mate, I'll be straight with you,
I haven't got a desk, she's my bird, I need to talk to her.
Come on, you know what it's like.
Give us a couple of minutes, ey?
- Young love.
- Cheers.
- Rob!
- Christ, Anne-Marie, don't call him back in, please.
(light suspenseful music)
(sighing)
- Are you alright?
Well, I very gently need to feel inside.
I'll be very gentle with this.
(quiet hospital bustling)
Okay, so Donna?
Hello, Earth to Sister Rix.
- Sorry.
- [Tony] What we're looking at is--
- Okay, last one, bed six, Eunice Harris,
one-day post-HSO under Mr. Hurley.
Eunice had some lower abdominal pain today,
but she is responding to Voltarol and that's it.
(hushed chattering)
(sighing)
Is anyone aware of there being
some kind of complaint on the wards?
From a patient, a relative, a member of staff?
I've seen Mrs. Pringle talking to some of you.
- We've been ordered not to talk to you about it.
- Well, what's this all about?
- Like I said, we can't talk to you about it.
- Come on, I've got a right to know,
who's said something about me?
- Sorry.
- Well, who's reported me?
What am I supposed to have done?
If someone has a problem with something,
they can come and talk to me about it, tell me.
Kat!
How can you know something and not tell me?
- My family were all very good Soviets.
- I'd like to thank the representatives
of Bing-Stornoway-Carroll particularly,
as they've laid on some booze and grub for later,
although they've assured me,
that they contain no experimental substances.
(laughing)
Now I'd like to hand you over to Polly Grey,
my Specialist Registrar, Polly Grey.
- Thank you.
40 women aged between 19 and 49 years,
median age 32 were enrolled as trial subjects,
each receiving Bisphenafil, 10 milligrams orally.
They were instructed to ingest the drug
two hours prior to sexual activity
and their responses were sub-classified
as desire,
arousal
and orgasm
and quantified by self-assessment scores of one to 10.
The red blocks show scores at the time of enrollment
and the blue blocks show scores after four weeks' treatment.
(hushed chattering)
I am pleased to report that this pilot study
promises a valuable role for Bisphenafil
in the treatment of female sexual dysfunction.
Thank you.
- We've cleared the lawn, so they could start,
no, thank you,
they can start digging the swimming pool at the weekend,
I have given it a lot more thought
and I still do want it shaped like a vag.
Would you excuse me one moment, thank you?
(quiet background melodic music)
Well, I hope you liked it, because the other consultants,
they're badgering me about the cappuccino machine.
I thought maybe with a plaque, you know,
donated by Bing-Stornoway-Carroll,
in association with A.J. Whitman, hm?
(background chattering)
Excuse us, would you just for one moment.
And the Oscar for best performance
by a leading Registrar goes to.
So the Caribbean, fancy it?
- Sounds very tempting.
- Look, Polly, I'll be blunt,
it'll save embarrassment later on, when we get to St. Lucia,
I'd really like you to sleep with me.
- I don't want to.
- No sweat.
(background chattering)
(jackhammer drilling nearby)
- Do you know how much trouble I'm already in?
- I need you to claim some notes for me
from of the Management Unit.
- Fuck off!
- Come on, Polly, you know what's gonna happen to me,
if they keep me on leave long enough, I'll get held back,
I'll get dumped off the training program,
I'll be a Special Needs Registrar.
- I don't even know where the Management Unit is.
- You can't miss it,
it's the biggest building in the hospital.
- Alright.
(sighing)
(background chattering)
- Roger, I've been waiting for the right time,
this Polly questioning your management of a delivery.
- She did more than question it.
- Yeah, yeah, she did.
She knows she made a complete tit of herself
and I've given her a real bollocking.
- She accepts that she was in the wrong?
- [Tony] Oh yeah, completely.
(clearing throat)
- The lady on ITU,
she really is your patient, you know, Tony.
- She's a very heavy pencil, Roger at the moment
in the column marked death.
- Well, I don't make the rules.
- No,
no, you don't, so, um,
so I can tell Polly it's cool, yeah?
- The lady on ITU is yours?
(door closing)
(kicking locker) - Bollocks!
- Excuse me, are you Mr. Whitman?
- Yeah.
- Hi, I'm Tom Gorman, Anaesthetic Registrar covering ITU.
- Hi.
- We're conducting a trial and we think this patient,
Louise Weazer might be eligible.
We're looking at the management of cerebral anoxic damage
and we're beginning a trial of a membrane stabilizer
called Substance K.
- What's Substance K?
- Last year there was an anecdotal report
of it improving outcome in cerebral anoxic damage,
a pilot study in the Netherlands
cautiously supported a role,
so we'd like to get involved in the first UK trial.
- Oh, yeah, something to do with breast milk
or fanny batter or something
and nobody really knows or cares what it does.
- Still, before we bother the family for consent,
we wondered if it was okay by you to enroll her?
- Well, she's virtually a cabbage,
you can prescribe voodoo chants for all I care.
(machines beeping quietly)
- Do you think I practice voodoo?
- No.
- So why did you say it then?
- Yes, you're quite right, I apologize for that.
- [Maya] Do you think this new drug can help her?
- It's at least as effective as a visit from Eminem.
- You've got to make them give it to her.
- I'm sure they will.
- Thanks.
(machines beeping quietly)
- Is somebody from Mortality & Morbidity visiting her?
- No, Marshall Mathers.
- Yeah, which department is he from?
Yes, Eminem, I know, I'm with it.
- The daughter was wondering if we could bring him in
to raise her from her coma.
- Does it have to be Eminem?
I don't like him.
Could it be Dido, I like Dido?
- I think the object is to lift the coma, not deepen it.
(quiet hospital bustling)
I'm Polly Grey, I've been advised that you're holding
a set of notes on an old patient of ours
and I have to present her case
at the Mortality and Morbidity Meeting tomorrow morning
and I just need to have the notes
for a couple of hours to prepare my talk.
(phone ringing)
- [Admin Assistant] Wednesday?
Let's see, madame.
- One of our nurses reported a serious incident
regarding your son.
- What's he done?
- Nothing.
- Is there a problem?
Won't they consent to Substance K?
- Oh, no, I don't know what that's about.
- Well, when will you start giving it?
- When you've done the paperwork.
- Well, if things need chasing up, I can do it for you,
so it can start today.
- No, I'll let you know, alright.
We're just replacing Louise's arterial line,
after the previous one blocked.
When a patient's been in this condition for a long time,
sometimes they get a bit bunged up
and we have to turn her regularly as well
to stop her getting bed sores.
(gentle piano music)
- We've looked into this matter thoroughly
and have found no evidence,
that you intended your actions to be racist
or that it was perceived by the subject of the action
as being racist.
- I'd like to know what I've been accused of.
- Well, that's not doesn't matter now.
However we have received a complaint of harassment.
Now do you deny, Sister,
that you interrogated nurses on your ward
regarding their comments to this inquiry?
- I wouldn't say interrogated,
I wanted to know what I had done, allegedly done.
- We take harassment very seriously.
- Who's said I was harassing them?
- Sister, please.
We have decided to enter a note of demerit
in your employment record, now what this means
is that while there was insufficient evidence
to institute disciplinary action against you,
your chances of promotion will be seriously diminished
with consequential capping of pay and pension terms.
Now you may appeal against this decision,
but I must warn you, that if you do so,
we will have to conduct a more thorough inquiry
and that will necessitate your suspension.
(light melodic music)
- [Donna] Kat, can I have a word please?
- Yeah.
Just a minute.
- Did you reassign me from looking after Eunice Harris?
- Yes.
- May I ask why?
- We thought it was for the best.
- I am not racist and this is my ward,
I make the assignments.
- Okay, sure, you're the boss.
- [Donna] Was it you?
- Me?
- Yeah, you, did you report me?
- Now, Sister, you know that's harassment.
- Thanks, Polly, I mean it,
I owe you a very, very big curry.
- I'll hold you to that.
Good luck, Rob. - Thanks.
(mellow melodic music)
(photocopier whirring quietly)
- Yes.
No, they're both here now.
The Taylors are still on their way in,
we'll have to start without them.
This is a copy of Karen Taylor's medical notes,
ever since I began representing the Taylors,
the hospital has maintained these notes were lost.
They've been recovered and copied.
A similar case three months ago
was settled for 2.3 million pounds.
- I'm prepared to testify that Roger Hurley was negligent
in his handling of the Taylor case.
- Roger Hurley's mistakes killed their baby
and brain-damaged Karen. I will further testify
that I presented you with a report
cataloging numerous acts of negligence
perpetrated by Mr. Hurley since his appointment,
a report that you've so far failed to act on,
Mr. Lake will testify to the same effect.
- Rather than entangling the Taylors
in years of legal action, I am hereby petitioning the Trust
to settle out-of-court damages
in the sum of three million pounds.
- I'd like to be reinstated to my post
of Specialist Registrar in Obstetrics and Gynaecology.
- I would like to be reinstated to my post
of Consultant in Anesthetics.
- Well, thank you.
If you wouldn't mind leaving us,
we'd like to deliberate in private.
(clearing throat)
Anyone else?
- No, thanks.
- Roger?
- No, thanks.
- Roger, I understand you've requested
a locum to cover Mr. Lake's Extraordinary Leave.
- Yes, that's right.
- I don't see why we have to pay someone to do his job,
when he could be doing it himself.
- You're gonna reinstate him?
- What is it he's on leave for exactly?
The death of this Angela Strawberry woman,
whose relatives aren't suing us,
haven't even made a complaint.
Why give ourselves the hassle?
He's only a trainee.
Push him out the door with glowing references,
pretty soon he'll be some other hospital's problem.
- You're not thinking about doing the same with Maria?
- Ah, Consultants are harder to shift,
you and your permanent contracts.
(laughing)
Get them back in, would you?
(door opening)
- [Administrator] Would you like to come in please?
- Oh, by the way, the Chief Executive wanted me to pass on
that she's had a very warm feedback from Schmidt-Brehmer
regarding the new Postgraduate Center Library,
apparently they're very excited about your new trials.
- Great. - How's it coming along,
are we gonna get into the Lancet?
- Well, I'm hoping to get into the British Medical Journal.
- Hm, very good, Lancet next time, eh?
Mr. Lake, if I were to rescind your leave,
you would have to sign a confidentiality agreement
forbidding you from ever discussing
the terms of your reinstatement.
- Why do you keep denying what's happening in this hospital?
- Mr. Lake, do you agree?
- I'll have to think about it.
- Do you think you're going to get a better offer today?
- I agree.
- You'll get written confirmation in the morning.
Thank you, Mr. Lake.
Miss Prentiss, I'm sure you're aware
of the complexity of the Taylors' case.
Have you had much experience of medicolegal cases?
I imagine not.
It would be improper of you not to inform your clients
that this matter won't be resolved
without years of legal process,
in fact, it would just add to their distress not to do so.
- Every day the Taylors are suffering,
because of Mr. Hurley's negligence,
they deserve to be dealt with quickly.
- Miss Prentiss, I'd like you to inform your clients,
that I will instruct our solicitors to deal with this matter
as expeditiously as possible, but they should be prepared
for it to take years rather than months.
- I have a copy of the notes,
I have the testimony of two medical witnesses.
- I'm sorry, but what reason have you given us
to circumvent due legal process?
Thank you, Miss Prentiss
and Dr. Orton, I'd like you to stay behind,
if you wouldn't mind.
(light melodic music)
- I had to take it.
- Sorry, we had some problems.
So how's it going?
It's the apology, isn't it, he wouldn't give it?
- No! - I knew he wouldn't, bastard!
- Mark, they didn't give us anything.
- Mark. - What do you mean?
We've got the notes in black and white, everything,
Rob and Maria saying exactly what went on.
- It's not enough. - No!
- I'm sorry.
- They're in there, they're in there now?
- Mark.
- You know what you did to us!
I want you to say you're sorry!
I want you to look me in the eye, hold up your hands
and admit what you did to us.
- Mr. Taylor, I've explained to you what happened.
Of course I'm sympathetic to Karen's condition
and the death of your baby, but I was not negligent.
- Mr. Taylor, please accept my sympathy,
but now this is a matter for our solicitors and yours.
- How can they do this to us?
How can they get away with this?
Bastards, how can you do this to us?
Bastards!
Bastards!
(mellow melodic music)
(light melancholic music)
- Taxi for Prentiss?
- Can I give you some help?
- We're okay.
You people, you just walk away,
you just walk away.
- You have leveled serious allegations
against a fellow Consultant,
but none of your Consultant colleagues
have come out in support of these allegations.
We would like you to take some time
to decide about your future.
That's why we've dealt the way we have with your illness.
- I'm not ill, I was never ill.
- Roger Hurley's figures are no worse
than any other surgeon in this hospital,
there's no excess mortality or morbidity in--
- Oh, God!
You people think that everything can be boiled down
to a string of figures,
life is not that simple,
medicine certainly is not that simple and you know that.
Not everything that counts can be counted.
- Maria, I just don't think you're ready to come back.
- I'm the one barred from hospital premises,
I'm the one?
(light melodic music)
And all the time,
Roger's going about his business like nothing has happened.
(door buzzing)
(machine beeping quietly)
- Can I do it?
- Yeah, come on.
- Everything's gonna be alright now,
because we're giving her Substance K.
- You not even gonna say welcome back?
(quiet hospital bustling)
What?
- You not being around,
I thought it'd make it easier for this thing to fizzle out.
- Is that what you want, for it to fizzle out?
- I don't know,
I wanted it to be easy.
- Didn't you ever just think, sod it,
why don't I bugger off and try something different?
- A bloke works in the circus as an elephant keeper,
his job's to clean out the elephant's arse hole,
every day he cleans out the arse hole
and every day the elephant shits all over him.
His mates are like, please pack it in,
he's appalled and he says, "What, and leave show business?"
- Maya, Dr. Lake around? - Hurley's on ward.
(background chattering)
- See you later. - Yeah, keep your chin up.
(mellow melodic music)
- Rob, you'll receive a letter tomorrow,
but you should know now that you're back at work
only on the condition that you transfer to a post
in a different Health Region within the next two months.
- Nobody said anything about transferring.
- You'll be given a glowing reference,
it's standard practice, when a hospital
needs to be quickly rid of an incompetent doctor.
This time next year, the year after, the year after that,
I'll still be here, where will you be?
- [Narrator] Next time on "Bodies."
- Shit, what's happening? - What's wrong?
Is the baby okay?
- When you messed up the crike on Mrs. Strawberry,
I covered for you then, I won't any more.
- It's been a pleasure working under you, Mr. Lake.
- Help in room one!
Push!
- Why do you want to transfer to a new hospital?
- Three Stars, three Stars!
- Dottie!
Fuck the lot of you.
- [Tom] Hey, hey, you can't come in here.
- You screwed me. - You screwed yourself.
(dynamic melodic music)
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