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[Narrator] Previously on Bodies.

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

Every doctor makes mistakes.

Oh shit.

Everybody in this hospital knows

that Roger makes mistakes again, and again, and again.

Can't control the bleeding.

This is about you, Rob, your negligence, not mine.

Push him out of the door with glowing references,

and pretty soon he'll be some other hospitals problem.

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

I'm pregnant again.

It's my fault she's a cabbage.

And we're beginning a trial of a membrane stabilizer,

called substance K.

Everything's gonna be all right now.

(people talking) (phones ringing)

Tim!

Polly, meet Deidre Stott.

She has a 12-month history of intermittent vaginal bleeding.

- Wait, 12-month? - Yes, and...

- What's the name of this department?

- What?

- It starts with A, ends with E.

- A & E. - Accident and Emergency.

This is neither an accident nor an emergency.

- She has a gynecological problem, and it needs treating.

- She should see her GP. - She has.

- Well they should've referred her to gynae outpatients.

They did, and she's still waiting to be seen.

It's not my problem if her doctors can't get their assess

in gear, who are they?

I'll give them a call. - Actually, Polly, it's you.

I'll admit her.

There's just one problem though.

Good news, Mrs. Stott, your wait is over,

but the bad news is we don't have a bed for you I'm afraid.

- Sorry. - Sorry.

[Announcer] The waiting time is approximately...

(tense rock music)

(door thudding) (Donna sighing)

Did you mean it about me not being around?

- Mean what?

Me not being around make it easier

for this thing to fizzle out.

I meant it would be easier, might be easier.

Is that what you want, for it to be easier?

Hi, she's for theater tomorrow, Mr. Lake.

- Okay, because if I get this job,

then I'm not gonna be around.

Come on, could you just hold that for me please?

Lovely.

What time's your interview today?

- 10 O'clock, shouldn't be back too late.

Do you wanna nip a little bit later?

- Probably not.

- Okay.

Good luck, Mr. Lake.

It's been a pleasure working under you.

(slow somber music) (car engine revving)

Welcome, Mr. Lake, I'm John Field,

Principal Consultant in Obstetrics and Gynecology.

- Morning.

Mr. Lake, you already hold a specialist registrar post.

Why do you want to transfer to a new hospital?

Well, my current post has been a very fruitful experience,

but it's made me reconsider my goals,

the grounding offered at this rotation is second to none.

Mr. Lake, what would you do if you were scrubbing

for a list and you smelled alcohol

on your consultant's breath?

That's a good question.

Well, if there was a clear and present threat

to the patient's safety, I, in private,

would speak to my consultant,

and suggest that perhaps they should forgo

the day's clinical duties.

If possible, I'd try to involve one

of their trusted colleagues.

In the long term,

I'd be worried about my consultant's welfare.

The demands on the consultant grade have never been higher.

- Hear, hear. - Hear, hear (chuckles).

And well, his or her drinking could be a cry for help.

Again, this would all be in confidence,

and I'd try to involve one of their trusted colleagues.

Good, just one more question before I hand over

to Mr. Denning.

What brought you into obstetrics and gynecology?

My mum was a midwife, a couple of aunties too.

So, I suppose my image of doctors

was not so much that they looked after the sick and dying,

but more they ere bringing new life into the world.

(door thudding) (heels thudding)

(door squeaking)

(intercom ringing) - Gynae.

Dr. Gonzalez-Rivera.

I am the new senior house officer for Mr. Whitman.

(intercom dinging) (door unlatching)

I'm very happy to meet you at last, Mr. Whitman.

This is Polly, our registrar,

and the gynae ward sister, Donna.

Nurse. (urine dripping)

Sorry, Tony, are you alright, Ivy?

Is it normally like this?

Today's a good day.

[Donna] Let's get you to the toilet, Ivy.

- Sorry. - It's okay.

This is Mrs. Stott, she's for theater tomorrow.

I don't know about porters to get her on the table.

A bloody crane more like.

Morning. (door buzzing)

(machine beeping)

Maya, this is Louise's sister, Iris,

she's only just come back from abroad.

She hasn't had today's Substance K yet.

She's got to have it on time.

Why hasn't anyone given it to her?

Well, the best data on the pharmacokinetics

gives us a two-hour window on dosing.

Maybe I should just give it myself.

(slow tense music)

We must have faith.

Here are my figures relating to obstetrics.

Total number of deliveries, 49.

Maternal deaths, zero.

Perinatal deaths, one.

Sadly, one of our mothers lost her baby at 25 weeks,

she had a history of miscarriages,

and the cause appeared most likely

to be cervical incompetence.

And now I believe I'm handing you over

to Unit General Manager for a quick word, Mr. Tennant.

Thank you, Roger.

Now, this week is the hospital's annual audit.

Now I cannot overemphasize the importance of achieving

the targets set by the Department of Health,

from which this unit will be star-rated.

Audit day is the most important day of the year.

Now, we have to reduce waiting times

in order to become a three-star hospital.

Now ladies and gentlemen, that is what we're here for.

Not to treat patients.

Now, all departments are going to be involved

in the audit, but perhaps Mr. Whitman,

as Principal Consultant, you'd like to make some comments

specific to Obstetrics and Gynaecology.

Yeah, so rah rah,

O&G, lets try our very best to help the hospital

win a three-star rating.

That's right, three stars, three stars!

[All] Three Stars, three stars, three stars, three stars!

Three stars, three stars! (all applauding)

[Announcer] Seven hours, thank you for your patience.

[Patient] Excuse me.

I'm terribly sorry, we're going as fast as we can,

but you're just gonna have to wait, I'm afraid.

So, Tim, amuse me, what's the target for A&E?

90% of all patients to be either admitted or discharged

in less than four hours. - Tossers (chuckles).

Mr. Tennant, Mr. Tennant?

Tim Sibley, A&E Senior SHO.

If there's anything I can do to help the hospital

get a three-star rating, don't hesitate to let me know.

Are you taking the piss?

No, goodness, no, I really mean it.

Thank you, Dr. Sibley, that's, most refreshing.

You'll find that man need your attention.

(man coughing)

The Department of Health has given us advance warning

of their assessment.

Now, we are going to double shifts, hire agency staff,

and cancel all routine operations.

Bed 24, Pooja Sharma, under Mrs Obi-Nadozie,

two days post-hysterectomy, no problems.

That's everyone, here.

Right, okay girls.

Has anybody seen the bank nurse yet?

They get paid twice what we do,

and then they don't turn up.

Oh no.

Yeah, this is Sister Rix, Gynae.

I booked a bank nurse last week

for one of my members of staff who's on holiday.

Canceled, who canceled her?

That means someone has got to do a double shift.

Okay (sighs).

Anyone want. (door thudding)

Guess it'll be me, then.

- Donna, sorry to bother you. - Okay.

- Donna. - Sister.

- Sister. - Donna.

(slow somber music)

One of my staff nurses tells me

you might've eaten something that's disagreed with you.

(Deidre gagging) (Donna sighing)

(door unlatching)

- Hi. - Hiya.

What happened?

(sighs) A shitty day, a totally shitty day.

Just didn't wanna go home, sorry.

Don't be sorry.

(both smooching)

(lighter flicking)

How'd it go today? - Okay.

Not well?

I got the job.

But I've failed here, didn't stop Hurley.

The Taylors didn't get their compensation.

I'm walking away with a false reference.

It's not false, you're a good doctor.

- Am I? - I think you are.

We don't have to stop seeing each other,

you know, if we don't want, if you don't want.

It'd be different.

It wouldn't be like stealing an hour after one of my shifts.

You'd have to tell him about us.

Do you want to?

No, of course I don't want to.

(slow somber music)

What?

Nothing.

[Tim] Won't be long now we'll have you in and out,

get you sorted out, that's it, thank you.

Do you know how long I've been standing here?

I'm sorry, Maya,

but the rules say that a patient's waiting time

doesn't officially start

until they've entered the Casualty Department.

Number three, here you go.

What's this?

I'm doing a double shift.

I'm doing my own job but through an agency as a locum.

At double rate?

Triple. (phone ringing)

[Announcer] Current waiting time

is approximately three hours. - Marie MacDonald?

I'm Dr. Dutta.

♪ I won't love you thene ♪

- Well? - Well, what?

_ thank you guys, that's awesome.

So what do you think?

It's a coffee machine.

No, no, the plaque, ladies, the plaque.

Donated by Bing-Stornoway-Carroll Pharmaceuticals plc,

in association with Mr AJ Whitman.

(Tony chuckling)

How admirable.

Consuela, perhaps I could offer you

the inaugural cappuccino?

Yes, that would be nice, thank you, Tony.

(Tony chuckling)

So why don't I whip up a Whitman.

Music out: 10:13:50

- Is her hCG back yet? - Not yet.

We're talking about the pregnancy hormone,

hCG, Mrs. Moriarty.

If the levels are raised, then we might suspect your pain

is due to an ectopic pregnancy,

or some other gynecological condition.

If the hCG isn't raised,

then it'd be some other problem,

and I'd hand you over to the General Surgeons, okay?

So what do you want me to do?

If the hcg comes back low, turf her to the surgeons.

Okay. (phone ringing)

Okay, leave it with me.

Rob, look, I'm not being funny,

but you're not thinking

of leaving that patient over there, hey?

I have that option,

considering we're not conjoined twins, yeah.

Mr. Lake, today's target day.

We're all really going for it down here.

90% of patients are either discharged

or given a hospital bed in four hours or less.

I mean no one wants A&E not to hit its target,

just because O&G are on a go-slow.

Piss off Tim.

Please, Rob.

Look we haven't got a diagnosis,

we have to wait for the test results

to see whether we admit her under O&G,

or turf her to the surgeons, simple.

Thank you.

Christ almighty, how do they pay for all this?

(door thudding)

Rob said to forget about the hCG, just get her up to O&G.

But there isn't a bed for her yet.

Rob said to discharge someone, make room for her.

Okay. (curtain clanking)

Kat, is Ivy being discharged?

No, I'm giving her a day out at the zoo.

She isn't fit to go.

So what, the doctors have given the okay.

Just a moment, please.

Why are you discharging Ivy Redwood?

To empty her bed for a new patient.

Dr. Dutta.

Great thanks.

Kat, the new patient's hCG has come back, it's normal.

She can go to General Surgery then.

Who can?

Roisin Moriarty, the woman from A&E who took the empty bed

her hCG isn't raised, so she's not gynae after all.

Who wanted her admitted before you had a proper diagnosis?

Rob.

Well, her bed is gonna be free again, so she can stay.

First she goes, then she stays,

we're going to give her vertigo, Ivy!

Mr. Lake, what do you think you're doing?

You've discharged a patient who isn't ready for home

to make way for another who isn't even a gynae patient.

- No, I haven't. - Maya?

- You did, Rob. - I didn't.

Because you two can't even talk to each other

without getting confused,

two patients have been dicked about.

You are crap. (people talking)

(door thudding)

Are we talking about the woman who was waiting on an hCG?

Tim said you said not to wait.

Tim? (phone ringing)

(woman grunting)

What's a joint like this doing

in a nice girl like you, hey?

Rob, look I'm really sorry, I had no choice.

Management are all over us to get our targets.

You know how it is. - Quick word.

Excuse me. (woman coughing)

(slap thudding) (phone ringing)

- Gail? - Yeah.

Hiya, I'm Debbie Clarke.

I'll be the midwife looking after you today.

- This is Darpak. - Hello.

So when did you start contracting?

About eight o'clock this morning.

The contractions were weak and widely spaced,

but now they're strong, regular, (chuckles)

and five minutes apart.

My membranes haven't ruptured yet.

The neck of the womb hasn't really begun

to dilate up at all.

I think you've actually got quite a long way to go,

we'll see. - Thank you.

Yip, thank you.

Hiya, carton of milk, please.

(fridge unlatching)

Can I get that as well please?

Thank you.

(door squeaking)

- So you're a nurse. - Yes.

Right, and are you medical as well?

I'm a GP.

(Gail panting) - Is everything alright?

Relax, it's fine. (Gail panting)

Sorry.

(Gail gasping)

Sorry, all fingers and thumbs.

What's silly, I was fine,

'til I found out you're both medical.

(phone ringing)

You're making steady progress.

Is everything all right by you?

You don't want us to try and speed things along, do you?

- No. - We're in your hands.

(baby crying)

Alright bye.

Moron.

She thought she was in labor, turns out to be wind.

We've got antenatals building up,

two electives due in tomorrow,

and no advanced labous tonight, how's yours?

They're medical.

That's all we need.

She's been in labor all day, there's nothing due in.

Reckon she could easily go overnight.

Here we are, twiddling our thumbs,

and we're gonna be overrun tomorrow.

Patients are going to kept waiting,

and you know how much the management's into

getting the waiting times down.

Well, what can we do about it?

Let's try and deliver her tonight.

Who's on?

[Debbie] Rob.

(tense grunge music) (person knocking)

♪ It's the best day ♪ (person knocking)

(door unlatching)

- Hiya. - Hey.

Got something for you.

(beeper beeping)

(phone ringing)

- Labor ward. - It's Rob.

One of our mums is stuck, not progressing at all.

She's been delayed for hours, we'd like to speed her up.

Do I have your permission for ARM and Synto?

How many hours has she been in labor?

[Dottie] 24.

[Rob] And how many centimeters is she dilated?

Three to four centimetres.

And why exactly do you wanna accelerate her?

She's a nurse, he's a GP, they've asked for it.

- Okay. - Thank you, doctor.

Yes!

You might not like it.

(Donna laughing) Koala Bear.

- Nice - Get your clothes off Shelia.

Very clever, where did you learn that trick?

My dad, me and me brother when we used to go to sleep

at night, he'd say, you two boys, time to go to sleep.

Keep your mouths closed, no more talking, night-night.

And we'd say, "Night, dad see you in the morning".

Thank you.

Leave him,

come with me when I go.

(Gail gasping)

(phone ringing)

Labor ward.

How far apart are they?

And have her waters broken?

Well yeah, come down, we're very quiet tonight.

Mathias M-A-T-H-?

That's great, all right, thanks, see you later.

(intercom buzzing)

- Labor ward. - It's Hazel.

- Sorry, running late. - Sorry, Debs, my fault!

No problem!

Bye Debbie. (phone ringing)

Hi Hazel

Labor ward.

Prithi's called in sick.

Like that's never happened.

I need you to look in on Room 1, Gail Gill.

- Okay. - She's a nurse, he's a GP.

Oh, marvelous. (phone ringing)

Labor Ward. (Gail screaming)

Who cancelled them?

Time to push now, Gail, come on.

Push One, two, three.

- Big push now, love. - four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, 10.

Well done, well done! - Well done, love.

- It hurts, it hurts (sobs). - You're doing really well.

You're doing really well, Gail, really well.

Debbie, if you get this message tonight,

can you come back in?

I've got one off sick,

and someone's canceled the two bank midwives

without telling us, thanks.

(buzzer buzzing)

Labor Ward.

Ambulance, we've got an emergency Breech.

She's breech, booked in for an elective section next week,

but she went into labor tonight.

No problem, I'll do a semi-elective.

I've bleeped Maya, she's on her way.

Thank you.

[Dad] Oi.

(door banging)

God's sake, give us a break.

(intercom buzzing)

Labor ward.

Hello, we're here, it's Mr and Mrs Mathias.

- Who? - Mr and Mrs Mathias.

We phoned about an hour ago, my wife's in labor.

Mathias, nobody told me you were coming.

Well, what's the matter with you, woman?

My wife's in labor here! (intercom buzzing)

Push for me, Gail, push! (Gail screaming)

- You're doing great. - Next push,

and the baby will be out.

- Feel that? - No.

She's fine.

Okay.

Everyone here?

Paed's are ready.

Good, let's get baby out.

Knife. (upbeat music)

Come on, push for me now, push, Gail, push!

It's crowning, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes!

(Gail screaming) - Here it comes.

Push! - Is something wrong?

Come on push for me, Gail, push!

- What's happening? - Push now, big push!

- Push, love, big push! - Shit, shit.

Push, shit!

Help in Room 1!

Help, Room 1!

This is a shoulder dystocia, can you help?

I never did much obstetrics.

Pull the button on the wall!

Get help, come on Push!

(alarm buzzing)

- Shit, what's happening? - What's wrong?

Is the baby okay? - Don't worry,

It's not you, it must be from one of the delivery rooms.

[Rob] Give me the doynes.

Do you know the McRoberts maneuver?

McRoberts, grab a leg, do what I do.

Flex the hips, externally rotate.

- Is it working? - Push, Gail, push!

(Gail screaming) - Is it working?

- Darpak, go and get help... - No!

Darpak, quick, please!

Darpak, don't leave me, please, don't leave me!

(Gail screaming) (alarm dinging)

[Dottie] Push for me now, Jessica, big push!

- We need help! - This lady's in labor,

I can't leave her, there are others in theater.

Hey, hey, you can't come in here.

Please, our baby's a shoulder dystocia!

We tried a McRoberts maneuver, but it's failed.

Shit, Maya can you hold the fort for me please.

- Rob. - Call Roger,

or one of the other registrars,

don't do anything, sit tight.

Rob, I don't want another Louise Weazer.

What's going on.

There's just gonna be a short pause in the proceedings.

(Gail screaming)

Suprapubic pressure isn't working.

I'm gonna have to do an episiotomy.

Okay I'm gonna make a cut in your vagina,

it's gonna help the baby come out.

(Gail panting)

(Gail screaming)

Come on, when's he coming back?

I know, I'm very sorry, it won't be long now.

What about my baby, is it okay?

(phone ringing) - Theater.

Thank you.

The only registrar they can get hold of is Stammer.

How long is Mr. Hurley gonna be?

I don't know. (machine beeping)

I can't, I've never done a section.

(Gail screaming) (Gail sobbing)

Shit, episiotomy hasn't worked.

Baby's shoulders won't clear the pubic arch.

McRoberts has failed, I can't rotate the anterior shoulder.

Let me try. (Gail screaming)

Shit, shit, it's jammed on the symphysis.

We're gonna have to try, and deliver the posterior arm.

I've got a section on the table with only Maya in theater.

Go, go, just get back as soon as you can!

- Boss, I can't just leave... - I've got it, go!

The baby's other shoulder is jammed

on the base of your spine.

I'm gonna have to try and break your baby's collar bone

to narrow the baby's shoulders to squeeze him out.

The fracture will heal, but I have to do this

to get your baby out, do you understand?

I have to break the clavicle to deliver the arm.

You're gonna hear a crack now, it'll sound worse than it is.

(Gail screaming) (Darpak cringing)

Shit, it won't come out.

Shit, it won't come out, shit.

- It's a big 'un. - Thank God for that.

Stammer, all yours.

Clamp (baby crying)

(Gail sobbing)

Can't deliver the posterior arm.

It's jammed against the sacrum.

Shit, push!

Push! - I'm pushing!

The shoulders are still stuck.

Fuck.

- I can't. - Shit.

- I can't. - Fuck.

We can't get him out!

Do something!

Please, please, do something!

We can't get him out! (Gail sobbing)

We're gonna have to get her to theater.

I've never done it in my life.

Me neither, fuck it, let's go.

Prep theater number two now for emergency section.

- What? - Theater two now!

Come on, let's go! (Gail sobbing)

We're gonna push the baby back up,

and deliver him by Caesarian section.

Neither of us have done this procedure before,

but it's the only chance of saving your baby.

Maya, call for the paeds then look after Dr. Gill.

Who's Dr. Gill?

(Darpak sobbing)

Knife.

[Hurley] It's moving

Curved scissors. (machine beeping)

[Hurley] All right, get your hands in.

[Rob] Quick pull.

(machine beeping) (Rob grunting)

Clean knife!

Paeds are here.

(alarm dinging)

Are you into the uterus yet?

Through now?

Come on.

Get your hands on him.

Pull!

Okay Furdal Pressure.

(slow somber music)

(baby crying)

(Darpak laughing) (Darpak crying)

Think I'd be just as noisy if I'd been through the same.

Can dad see baby?

Yeah, I think it would be okay.

Congratulations, Dr. Gill, you've got a baby boy,

we're just closing up your wife's Caesarean.

- Thank you. - He's gonna be fine.

Thank you.

- Come on. - Come on then (laughs).

(birds chirping) (people laughing)

(door thudding)

Donna, I'd given up on you.

I got your message, I should've returned your call,

I'm sorry

I know how hard this is on you.

"Consorting with excluded personnel."

That'd make me public enemy number one.

Public sector enemy number one.

Things are moving forwards, I feel hopeful.

- Good. - Cautiously hopeful.

Good, and how's the bump?

The bump, it's okay, it's good.

A lot less nausea, at last.

Okay, it's great.

I'll call you, let's meet up.

That'd be nice, really nice,

and I really, really hope things go well for you today,

Okay? - Thank you.

Okay.

- Thank you. - Okay.

- Thanks for coming. - You're welcome.

Hospital Security, please.

Hello, my name is Dr. Maria Orton.

I'm attending a medical examination today.

I'm supposed to be escorted inside by someone from security.

Yeah, I was told someone was on his way,

but I'm still waiting.

(slow somber music)

[Nurse] Okay, this will only take a minute or two.

(machine beeping)

Okay.

- Maya. - What's going on?

There's been no improvement with Substance K.

She's shown no sign of recovery. T

hey want to test her for brain death.

- What? - They'll do a test today,

and then, they'll repeat it after 24 hours.

Then they'll switch her off.

I'm sorry, Maya.

You can't switch her off, she's on Substance K!

For fuck's sake.

Maya, I know you feel responsible,

but you have to face facts.

She's had devastating anoxic damage,

she's shown no sign of recovering.

Mr. Whitman, you must a say in this, surely?

What about your figures?

Well, it's more than 30 days

since I performed her hysterectomy.

So if she does die, it's not a perioperative mortality,

it goes straight to ITU's figures.

No, she could spontaneously combust as far as I'm concerned.

(tense somber music)

(Maya grunting)

Hi, my name is Raj.

I'm one of the consultant psychiatrists here.

The hospital management have asked me to meet you

following their decision to place you

on indefinite psychiatric sick leave.

The purpose of this mental state examination

is to establish your psychiatric and emotional fitness

to return to duty.

Do you understand that, Maria?

Yes, I understand, I'm not stupid.

You've been off work how long now?

Eight weeks.

And this was because you suffered an emotional breakdown?

No, the management persist with this misinformation!

I presented them with a catalog

of Roger Hurley's negligence.

I was then put on leave pending an inquiry;.

The inquiry never happened;.

I was then informed

I was on indefinite psychiatric sick leave.

Have you ever suffered from a mental illness?

Not when I blew the whistle on Roger Hurley.

Please answer the question, Maria.

Have you suffered a mental illness?

You know I have!

Would you tell me about that, please?

You know about this.

Why are you asking me to go through this?

I'm sorry, Maria.

I'm working under orders.

(clock ticking)

My husband and I have been trying for a baby

for many years now,

10 years, I would say.

I resorted to IVF.

I failed on the first cycle.

On the second cycle, I became pregnant.

At nine weeks, I miscarried.

I actually find this really painful to talk about,

and given that you have my information in your records,

I resent having to relive this

under these oppressive circumstances.

I'm sorry.

And you were incapacitated?

Yeah, I took three months' sick leave.

You got over it, then?

I'm not over it now.

But I got myself together, I got back to work.

Why do you say you're not over it?

Because it still upsets me to think about losing my baby.

Sometimes when people are very upset,

they have strange experiences.

For example, they might hear voices

when there's no one in the room.

Do you hear voices, Maria?

No, I don't hear voices!

I don't have hallucinations!

I don't think that 10 o'clock news carries coded messages!

Do you have anything sensible to ask me,

or can this farce be over with?

(people talking) (phone ringing)

(person knocking)

I'm organizing a little surprise drink for Rob

for getting the new job.

A couple of us are on call,

so it's gonna have to be in the hospital, unfortunately.

I know it's short notice,

but it'd be great if you could make it,

but don't worry too much if you can't.

(door latching)

(Donna sighing)

(upbeat music)

♪ I don't wanna ever be. ♪

(Rob laughing)

So, Rob, now's as good a time as any.

Very embarrassed, very embarrassed about this stuff.

[Nurse] there you go.

A little fiver.

- Good luck Rob. - Come on, what is it?

Come on open it!

Oh mint. (all cheering)

Why do you support them, you twat?

Thanks Polly, how did you know?

A girl picks up on those things.

Try it on, Rob.

[Tony] Listen, can I get anybody more wine?

There's some in the fridge, I'll go get it.

No, no, it's okay, I'll go.

- I haven't got this on. - Polly?

Ever since the St Lucia thing,

I never know how to act with him.

What's the St Lucia thing?

Yes, what is St Lucia thing?

He asked me to go with him on a conference,

and then he said he wanted me to sleep with him

while we were there. - He just asked you?

- Cool. - Yuck.

Yuck, horrendous, horrendous.

What did you say to Tony?

No.

What kind of conference is it?

It's The Second Annual Symposium

on Female Sexual Dysfunction.

Dullsville, but it would've been the Caribbean.

[Hazel] Still not worth it.

Caribbean.

The Caribbean. (all laughing)

Thy rod and thy staff comfort me.

Thou hast anointed my head with oil.

(machine beeping)

She blinked.

Tom, Louise just blinked.

Blink if you can hear me, Louise.

Blink if you can hear me.

[Iris] Louise, it's me, Louise.

(all laughing) - have a good night.

Now, can I give anybody a lift home?

It's no trouble. - Me?

No, no, honestly, thanks, it's five minutes on the bus.

Consuela, you? - No, thanks.

All right, bye!

I thought the only sure thing in life was death.

So,can I give you a lift, Consuela, Connie?

Yes, please. (Tony laughing)

(car beeping)

("I Believe in a Thing Called Love" by The Darkness)

(door latching)

I hate this.

I hate that my life is so empty that this shitty,

superficial thing of ours means so much.

Yes.

I'll leave him.

I'll leave him.

(upbeat music)

Won't be long now Mrs. Stott.

Hey Polly, this operation's gonna be like an assault

on the north face of the Eiger.

I'll sort this out, Tony. - Thanks, Donna.

This St Lucia thing.

I suppose it was a mistake to ask you to shag me

when we got there, I'm not apologizing, it was worth a pop,

but I'm big enough to take no for an answer.

Look, I got a call from Bing-Stornoway-Carroll.

They asked me to finalize my party

for the St Lucia conference.

I think you should still come, Polly,

strictly as a professional colleague.

Thank you, but that's not the sexing-up

that's bothering me.

- Consuela? - No.

You're accepting gifts from a drug company in return

for unreliable, biased research.

It stinks, and I'm party to it.

I'm not the one who needs research credits to get on,

I've made it.

The one who needs them is you, I'm doing this for you.

This isn't going to be a hysterectomy,

more like the climax to "Moby Dick", okay.

This entry is obviously a corruption.

(uptempo grunge music)

(Consuela yawning)

Are you in theatre today?

No, I just like the coffee.

Is Tony not with you?

Mr. Whitman's had go and see a couple of ward referrals.

I'm finishing off the list on my own.

Are things not good between you now?

They're okay, why?

Because you said No to going to St Lucia.

I said No to sleeping with him.

I'm still going to the conference.

(cup clanking)

- Girl! - Is this some kind of joke?

What is?

You're still taking Polly to St Lucia?

- Looks like it. - What about me?

What about you?

I did something nice for you, Tony.

You should be doing something for me.

Oh, so you're saying you had sex with me,

so you could come to St Lucia?

Of course I did!

(Tony laughing)

You dozy bint.

My boss says, if there was a sign of recovery,

however small, we've got no choice,

we have to give her more time.

It's got to be the Substance K, it's working.

(Whitman sighing) Can't we just switch her off anyway?

The histology in this particular example,

as you can see, shows a cystadenocarcinoma.

Could be a sheep's cock as far as anyone can see.

The patient received cisplatin for six months,

and a second-look laparotomy confirmed disease remission.

Thank you. (all applauding)

Roger.

John Field. - John, how are you?

We don't usually see you at these sort of things.

I thought I'd make a special trip.

Well done, very informative.

Thank you.

May I have a quick word, about your registrar?

Rob Lake?

Yes, he's going to be transferring to our rotation.

You gave him a glowing reference.

You must be sorry to lose him?

Yeah.

I'm curious, may I ask, why is he leaving?

I'm sure that's something you covered

in his interview, John.

Of course, Roger, but if we employ a doctor in good faith

and Roger, you don't want people saying,

would you buy a used car from this man?

He sends you a registrar

that's really two SHO's welded together.

I believe the job here didn't turn out

to be what he'd hoped for.

- Roger. - Michael, hello.

I'm sorry we've had to meet at this time, my diary's full.

I'm just glad we're going to resolve this, at last.

Resolve?

I assume you have the psychiatrist's assessment.

Your psychiatric evaluation detected symptoms of anxiety

and depression with associated paranoid thinking.

I'm anxious to get back to work,

I'm depressed because you won't let me,

and I think people are out to get me because they are!

Nonetheless, Maria, there's nothing in here

that would convince anyone that there's been an improvement

in your condition. - What condition?

I am NOT mentally ill!

I'm perfectly fit to return to work!

I've got nothing to do!

Five years of medical school, 10 years training,

three years as an anesthetics consultant,

and it's all just gone to waste.

You're making my life hell.

- Maria... - What next, a lobotomy?

Yeah, write that down, yeah.

Are you all right?

What happens now?

Well, this wasn't so much a meeting

as a meeting about having a meeting.

We should reconvene in due course,

you may bring legal representation should you so wish,

we can consider our position... - When?

Your long-term position,

the needs of the anaesthetic department...

When?

You will of course be kept on full pay.

When?

12 months.

(Maria grunting)

You okay, love?

You all right? - Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

(sighs) I'm fine, I must leave.

(Maria grunting) (Maria screaming)

Oh my god!

- Why don't you lie down? - No, just leave me,

just leave me, please.

Maria, my god, are you alright?

Let me call someone else, Maria.

Go just go!

We're friends, I'll look after her, it's okay.

(machine buzzing) (Maria panting)

Maria, let's call the registrar,

someone who can do a proper scan for your baby.

I can find my own baby's heartbeat!

(tense somber music)

It's not beating.

Donna, it's not beating (sobs).

I've been looking through the case notes,

and some of the signs may have indicated

that the labor needed accelerating.

Obviously that wasn't the case,

but I can assure you that the fracture will heal,

and the bruises will heal.

You think being a doctor will always help you,

but it's like being in a plane and seeing the crash coming,

and not being able to reach the controls,

just seeing the crash coming.

(baby grunting)

Mr. Whitman is seeing your wife now, Mr. Stott.

Wait on the telephone, please.

Okay, well, you're recovering much more slowly

than a less heavy person,

and at a far greater risk of infection

than a less heavy person

I've prescribed tinziparin for her, Mr. Whitman.

- How much? - 3500 units.

Sorry.

You know those old safari films,

the ones with Stewart Granger in?

I don't understand.

Well, when they used to bring down the elephant

with a tranquilizer dart, they didn't use the same dose

they used for the antelope, did they?

No they didn't, Mr. Whitman, thank you.

(people talking)

She's a very large lady,

what must it be like for her husband?

Yes, I pity the poor bugger

who has to climb up Mount Stott.

Got a fanny like a wizard's sleeve.

Her husband's waiting to speak with you Mr. Whitman.

Mr. Stott, Mr. Whitman is here.

(intercom buzzing)

Yes, hello Mr. Stott, Mr. Whitman here.

No, I apologise.

Rob, can we have a chat please?

[Tony] I am so sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I've just been with the Gills.

How are they?

The other night we nearly had an obstetric death.

I'm been looking into why that state of affairs arose.

This is the midwifery record,

"9.30 p.m. in 1st stage for 14 hours, VE, eight centimeters."

"Discussed with Mr. Lake for ARM and Syntocinon."

I'd like you to explain to me

why you decided to accelerate the labor.

That's not right at all.

She was stuck for 24 hours at three to four centimeters,

they wanted to be speeded up.

Did you see the patient yourself?

The midwives called me and said there was delay

in the first stage...

[Roger] Did you see the patient yourself?

No.

Well, the notes are plain as day.

You ordered an ARM, and Synto, she didn't need it.

That baby could've died because you accelerated a labor

that didn't need accelerating!

I thought it needed accelerating.

That's what I was told anyway.

You were told?

For all the attention you gave it,

they could've asked you if it was okay

to lob the Gills' baby out the delivery room window!

I know what I was told.

And I know what the notes say.

When you messed up the crike on Mrs. Strawberry,

I thought, the poor bugger he's just started,

I'll give him a chance.

I covered for you then.,I won't any more.

I apologize.

(door buzzing) (door slamming)

I wanna know why when you bleeped me,

you said Gail Gill needed an ARM and Synto

when your notes say that she didn't.

I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Lake.

Do you know anything about this?

Sorry.

How come the notes say, "Discussed with Mr. Lake",

when there was no discussion,

just you making up some fucking stupid decision

to make your life easier and then laying the blame on me.

The notes say what they say.

Dottie?

You bullshitted me to make your job easier!

Look guys, whatever this is about,

can't we just talk about it?

Why didn't you close the unit down?

Why didn't you call in extra staff?

The management were looking for someone to blame.

It's never them.

They've blown the budget on extra staff for A&E,

and canceled all our agency midwives,

but it won't be them to blame, it'll be me.

Dottie!

Fuck the lot of you.

Healed and wheeled, Mr. Cassidy.

Excellent work, Doctor?

Doctor. - Thank you very much,

Mr. Tennant.

Outstanding good work, really.

Thank you.

Sorry Mr. Tennant,

what's happened to all of the extra staff,

and the empty beds?

The targets were met.

Everything can go back to normal

until the next audit, next year.

[Tim] Right, 16.

(tense dramatic music)

(door buzzing)

John Field please.

John, it's Roger Hurley.

It's about Rob Lake.

I feel you should know the real reason

this hospital is letting him go.

You screwed me.

I'm in the middle of a ward round...

They've just called me,

and told I haven't got the job any more,

that's down to you, right?

Could you excuse me for a moment, please?

- We had a deal. - Tell me the deal, Rob.

You know what the deal is, Roger.

The deal was I wouldn't talk about you and your ways,

so I can piss off out of this fucking mental house.

Calm down, Rob, this isn't about me, it's about you.

The Gill's baby could've died, that was your fault.

It wasn't my fault that that baby nearly died,

the midwives, the lack of agency staff, Dottie lying to me...

Everyone's to blame but you.

Same old song, just like Angela Strawberry.

I made a mistake, that's why Angela Strawberry died,

me moving to a new job

doesn't stop me having to live with that.

You screwed me. - You screwed yourself.

(tense dramatic music)

[Announcer] Next time on Bodies.

He's started asking questions.

Donna, you've got to tell him about us.

(woman screaming)

I thought I was in on the theater list?

[Maya] Sorry Rob.

That's put the brakes on my brilliant career.

This could kill my practice.

You're going to close the rectus sheath as normal?

Yes, I know Rob, I know what I'm doing.

What have you done to stop him?

As I said Roger, I'd rather not get involved.

You're not fit to be any consultant's registrar, Rob.

Are you going home, or are you coming with me?

(tense dramatic music)

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