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Yeah?

On my way.

She"s tachycardic,
up from an hour ago, on Fibral.

Respiration 22 and
pressure is down.

That's why we called.

Hello, Lisa. Hello.

My name is Elizabeth Taylor.

I'm the consultant surgeon.

This is my registrar,
Richard Whitehead.

Lisa, do you know where you are?

Can you hear us all right?

Does it hurt when you breathe?

She's had no increase
of pain at McBurney's,

so it doesn't look
like appendix.

But she has had ten milligrams
of morphine since 9:30

and ten megs of Maxolon.

The history?

Um, it was one day
of cramping abdominal pain.

Tender abdomen
with guarding at the left iliac.

Was given trimethoprim,
diclofenac and paracetamol,

and then sent away.

Fuck. They sent her home.

She came back three
days later in a lot of pain,

elevated pulse.

She was put on IV fluids
and then transferred here.

Decreased urine
output for two days.

Imaging suggests there's
possible bowel involvement,

and notes there is also
an IUCD in the sit...

Okay. Sorry, Lisa.

Sorry, Lisa.

Well?

Uh, clearly
intra-abdominal catastrophe,

so immediate surgery to assess

for perforated
bowel or appendix.

Extensive fluids,

transfer to theatre
for laparoscopy, right?

I agree with immediate
urgent laparoscopy.

Radiology suggests
necrosis of the bowel

and abscess not amenable
to percutaneous drainage.

She needs an operation.

Three units
packed red blood cells,

cross-matched.

Prep for theatre.

Call Dr. Colton to consent her.

Lisa, we'll see you soon.

All right!

We will go in today using
the Hasson technique.

Alex.

We are... good to go.

Knife.

Knife.

All right,
we make a ten mil incision

just above the umbilicus,

right through the subcutaneous
tissue into the fascia.

Kocher.

S-Bends.

S-Bends.

Thank you, Robin.
Holding.

Thank you.

Knife.

Now, just a few...

fibres at a time.

And there's the peritoneum.

Stitch.

Here you go.

Okay.

Clip.

- Ready?
- Cut.

This one's out.

Thank you, Robin.

Thank you.
Now, we use traction.

Why?

To avoid damaging
the underlying structures

when we penetrate the peritoneal
sheath into the abdomen.

Good, Richard.

- All right. Port, please, Robin.
- Port.

All right, we'll be inserting

three trocars into Lisa today.

Here we go.

Uh, reducer.
Please, Robin.

Give her
the gas port there, Richard.

Thank you.

That's set up.

- Gas on.
- Thank you.

All right, maestro.

Yes?

Gas, please.

Gas is on.

Light is on.

There it comes.

There we are, Richard.
You guide it.

There we go.

Marsh?

Hmm.

Well...
uh, it's extensive pus.

Indeed.
Sepsis it is.

All right, I'm inserting
the second trocar now.

Yeah, that's good.
Thank you, Richard.

Hold it right there, I need
direct visualization, please.

Put it back in a little bit.

There...

Okay.

Thank you.

All right, what's going
on with the gas?

How much pressure?

I need ten.

We need more flow,

more separation of the organs.

Flow rate is at six.

But we're not at ten yet.

The tank was full.

Mei-Lynn, can you
increase the flow, please?

Copy that.

Richard, do you want
to put in the last trocar?

Yeah.

Thank you, Robin.

Let's find you a spot.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Honey, you've got
plenty of room Richard,

you've got plenty of room.

You can see?

Yeah.

All right, Richard.
Time's ticking. Let's go.

Let's go.
Give it some welly.

Sorry.

Fuck!
Quick, we need to open.

- We're converting.
- We're converting.

I need the B tray

and arterial
instruments, please.

B tray, please.

Pull the trocars out, Richard.

Sorry.

Someone call
Mei-Lynn back in right now.

- Someone call Mei-Lynn!
- B tray, please!

Alex, talk to me.

Systolic 90.
Pressure is falling now.

Of course it's fucking falling.

I need the B tray!

B, B, quick, quick, quick!

Calm, calm.

Please, everybody, quiet.

Diathermy?

Uh, no. I don't
have time. I'll do it myself.

Richard, hold that.

Alex?

Heart rate is 160.

Pushing midribonol now.

Hold that, Richard.

Here we go. All right.
I'm going in, Alex.

- Fuck!
- Suction.

Suction.

Retractors.
I'll hold it. Retractors.

- Yeah, we need...
- Nice, Robin.

- Good. You got it?
- I got this.

Get the big one.

Pull it, Richard. Pull it.

- Yeah, Richard.
- I got it. I got it.

- Packs.
- Packs.

- Careful with the ureter.
- Mm-hmm.

Suction...
I can't find it.

Find it.

It's not the IVC,

it's the lumbar artery.

Put your finger on it.

Pressure.

- Sorry.
- Feel it?

Right there.
It's pumping.

- Feel it?
- Mm.

Keep your
finger on it. Clamp.

Thank you.

Got it? Okay.

One more here.
One more here.

Stitches.

Five-0, please.

Stitch.

Okay.

The torrential bleeding
from the vena cava

is controlled with clamps...

and we move
in order of urgency.

Richard has control

of the posterior
tear with his finger.

The most urgent
is the lumbar vessel

due to the volume of bleeding,

and I am focused
on that right now.

There's a rent in the IVC...

which is clamped,

and severe lumbar
bleeding in the psoas,

which is posterior...

and deep.

Currently sewing five-0 prolene.

Looking much better now.

- Okay.
- Pressure is coming up.

Now for the original operation.

Let's wash out this pelvis,
pop in a drain,

take out the appendix
for good measure.

Yeah. Okay.

Uh, I'm... Elizabeth, I'm sorry.

Hey, just close.

- Josie.
- I need you on this retractor.

Yeah.

Okay, uh...

Okay, splash me.

- Thank you.
- I'll take suction. Thank you.

Fuck.

- Yeah, well...
- Suction.

Uh, yes, let me.

Thank you, that's it.

Suction.

Unfortunately,
I've got to reschedule

my next surgery.

Go tell Lisa's
parents it went well.

Uh, don't you want...

She's out of the woods.

But surely you could explain...

Richard, it went well.

She's in recovery.

They can talk to her in ICU.

You're good with families.

Thank you, Richard.

Um,
Mr. and Mrs. Williams,

I am Richard Whitehead,
the registrar.

I'm with Mrs. Taylor.

Lisa's doing well.
She's in recovery now.

I just want to apologize
about the delay.

Just nice, deep breaths, Lisa.

Just easy breaths.
Yeah.

That's it.

How's she doing?

Uh, she's stable.

A bit agitated about the mask.

Hi, Lisa.

It went well.

Robin, did you get a taxi?

Uh, yeah.

Clear night.

Um, yeah. It is.

It's beautiful.

Want some chicken?

Got a double shift tomorrow.

- That's shit.
- Mm.

- I'll talk to Alastair...
- Mm-mm.

Please don't.

You can't do things like that.

It might ruin things.

You good?

Yeah.

Yup.

Fuck!

All good?

Yeah, of course.
Uh, five by three.

Walk beside me, Richard.

How are you doing?

I'm all right.

Good. How did you hear?

Hear what?

Richard, we lost
the sepsis this morning.

I was texted on the way in.

She... What?
So she was what, in the ICU?

Yes, in ICU.

Ah, I didn't know.

Yes, it's a bad outcome.

It's very disappointing.

Okay?

Yeah, of course. Yeah.

The sepsis was too advanced,

and she was likely
never going to make it.

The trocar... did that...
Was that...

This was advanced sepsis,
wasn't it?

You saw that yourself.

So we'll never know
to what degree if any,

the extra time
in surgery contributed.

Yeah... I suppose
the complication...

The complication
may have contributed,

but we'll never know how much.

Right?

So certainly didn't help.

Look, all we can do
now is move on.

Get past it. Get better.

Learn.

Morning, Liz.

Good morning, Alastair.

Have you seen the staff
photo on the website?

Yes. It looked like
a group of prisoners

about to be taken out and shot.

Ah.

Well, maybe
it was the black and white.

What can I do for you, Alastair?

Can we have a quick word?

Of course.

I'll catch up.

- Yeah, okay.
- Thanks, Richard.

No worries.

I'm sorry.

Um, hi, David isn't it?

- Yes.
- Great, I've got...

Anyway, Alastair?

Liz,
the family of Lisa Williams,

who died this morning,
are asking to see you.

They're here now.

Oh.

I should warn you,
they're very distraught.

They were under the impression
that when she was admitted,

yes, it was an emergency,

but an appendix
or something like that.

They feel very caught off guard,

and they say
they're very unsatisfied

with the explanation from ICU.

Who spoke to them from ICU?

Ben Matthews.

Ben was the intensivist.

Andrew.

Elizabeth, how are you?

Well, I'm happy
to speak with them.

And what are you going to say?

I'm going to tell them
what happened in surgery.

I wasn't there in ICU.

Okay.

What really happened, Liz?

Well, you've obviously
read the notes.

Uncontrolled
insertion of a trocar

leading to internal damage...

Which was unrelated
to the galloping infection

that led to her fatal
deterioration in ICU.

"Unrelated"?

Yes, that's what I said.

Okay...

But you know what
you're going to say.

You've got it in hand.

I think well in hand.

- Okay.
- Thank you, Andrew.

Actually, I just
wanted to ask you

if you're coming
to the conference,

the Surgical Safety
and Measurements Jamboree?

Yes, Andrew. I will take
that one for the team.

Actually, I want the whole team
to be there. Richard, Robin.

I think it's important.

It's... It's quite interesting.

Interesting?

Well... it is about
publishing results.

That's our new reality.

Our surgical results are going
to be published in the paper.

Mortality, complications.

My results, you mean.

True, your results.

Everything under your watch.

But I don't think it's, uh...

I don't think
it's necessarily a bad idea.

It will incentivize us to
avoid very sick patients

and it will affect training.

Liz, the family are waiting
in the Whanau room.

Thank you.

Andrew.

Elizabeth.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Well...

This is what happened to Lisa.

Lisa was very sick
when she came to hospital.

Some of her reproductive
organs had become infected.

We believe this was
because of her IUCD.

That stands for "Intrauterine
Contraceptive Device."

Uh...

We needed to do what
is called a "laparoscopy."

That's a kind of keyhole surgery

where we make a small hole

and... and use a small
camera to look inside Lisa

and see... um...
what's wrong with her.

And we could see
that she was very sick,

that many of her abdominal
organs had become infected,

and that she needed a...

a proper operation to
help her get better.

And I can give you the details
of that if you'd like.

I mean, we just don't
know what happened.

We... We want to know more.

Uh...

There was a complication
during the surgery.

We had to make a larger
incision than initially planned.

What complication?

As I said,
her IUCD had become infected.

And, um, we don't
know why at this point.

But there are many
reasons it could have happened.

Lisa was moved to intensive
care after the surgery,

and I was not directly
involved in that.

We just thought,
"Oh, it's her..."

We just thought
her appendix had burst,

which is why it was so bad.

I'm sorry.

I know this must be very hard,

but it was not to do
with her appendix.

Lisa had trouble
breathing in ICU.

The infection was
too much for her body,

and this led to
her cardiac arrest.

She's in the morgue.

Our daughter is in the morgue.

Wh... What's your name?

Elizabeth Taylor is my name.

Welcome, everybody,

to this week's M&M.

So we'll start with
the Lisa Williams case.

Anaesthesia, nursing,
as well as surgery.

Glad to see you.

Uh, excuse me.
Where's Dr. Matthews?

Well, Dr. Matthews
is an apology.

Dr. Matthews
was the intensivist

on Lisa Williams,

- the main case today.
- Well...

I'd like to call for this
meeting to be adjourned.

Oh... Why, Liz?

Without Dr. Matthews,
what's the point?

Well, the point is that

this is a morbidity
and mortality meeting,

and in it, we're going to
be discussing in particular

surgery and mortality.

The mortality in this case is
not related to the surgery.

It's related to her
advanced sepsis,

and the nearly 12 hours
of intensive care

that failed to save
her afterwards.

No, this is just an M&M.

We're not apportioning blame.

Um... Blame?

No...

I want to know what happened.

Family want more information.

What information?

I've spoken to them already.

Well, let's just say
their acceptance

of their daughter's death
is not yet settled.

Okay, this is so fucking stupid.

Why would that be stupid, Liz?

It's stupid, Andrew, because...

We can go through our notes,

you can talk to my team
till you're blue in the face.

But we can't possibly know
what happened with this girl

without ICU
and their nurses here,

because they took over her care

and she died on their watch.

Lisa Williams' parents
have questions about errors

made by the surgical staff,
not ICU.

They want to know about
complications in the surgery,

your surgery,
because you told them

there were complications
for Liz... apparently.

I mean, for Lisa.

Am I right?

Or...

am I being stupid?

Right.
Let me just summarize.

- Anaesthesia started at 1:40.
- Yes, it did.

- And the surgery at 1:50.
- Correct.

And the gas port was inserted

into the abdomen and,
uh, insufflation commenced.

Robin?

Yes. Yes, that is correct.

And you say here in your notes

that Mrs. Taylor verbalized
that there was no gas.

Insufficient gas.

I-I said in my notes

that, um, Mrs. Taylor said
there was insufficient gas flow.

What did she mean?

What...

She meant there's insufficient
pressure of gas in the abdomen

that lifts the peritoneal sac

away from internal structures

that could be damaged
by insertion of instruments.

And what was the pressure
at that point?

How much gas was in her abdomen?

I mean, frankly speaking,

was it safe to go
sticking things in her?

Well, I don't know, Doctor.

Ah! You don't know?

She can't know!

The indicator on the insufflator
reads "enough" or "not enough."

When the belly is inflated,
the gas slows down

as the pressure
doesn't let it in there.

The theoretical pressure needed
inside the cavity is ten, sure,

but there's no actual
gauge that measures that.

It just says the flow rate
is or is not high enough

to inflate at that level.

- Okay.
- Okay or not.

We had direct visualization
of the organ space.

Okay.

And at whatever
actual pressure it was,

in my clinical judgment,

there was sufficient pressure...

To insert the last trocar?

Yes, Jason.

Jesus, Jason.
There's no definitive timing.

That's what you do.

You use your clinical judgment.

So, who inserted
the last trocar, Liz?

Who put it... the trocar in?

Uh...

I did.

You inserted the last trocar

that caused
the damage to this girl,

which was a rent in
the inferior vena cava,

cut in the posterior
abdominal wall,

a tear in the lumbar artery...

Yes, yes, which we repaired,
of course.

Okay, good.

Good. Yes.

Okay.

Look, it was more
complicated than that.

I instructed my registrar,
Richard Whitehead,

to make the incision
and insert the last trocar,

and he did.

Oh, so Richard inserted
the last trocar.

I'm the team leader.

I'm the lead surgeon.

It's my theatre.

Under my instruction,

Richard inserted
the last trocar,

which failed to penetrate.

I told him to push harder.

Told Richard...

I said to give it some welly.

"Welly."

That's right.

Would you look at
this gorgeous creature?

You're a dog mother.

Have you ever seen
anything so photogenic?

- He's like your child.
- Mmm.

He's great company.

What's new?

You know, it's...

It's complicated.

I met a really smart guy.

And your marriage?

It's over.

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know.
It's shit, really.

I had a shit week too.

Yeah.

Complicated, as you say.

Mm.

Um...

So I really hate to ask, Liz,

but is there any
way that Atticus

could stay with you
for a little while?

- The dog?
- Yeah.

It's just because I'm...

I'm moving into his apartment,

and-and you know,
it's no good for a big dog.

There's elevators and stuff.

And Stephen won't take him
because he's punishing me, so...

But it would just
be for a short term.

Jess, no. I really don't...

I really don't think I can.

Atticus is so old, Liz.

He's totally house trained.

All he does is just lie around
in the sun all day and sleep,

and he'll be your best buddy.

I am never home.

Oh, God. Fuck.
Don't worry about it.

We're never home either.
He's totally used to it.

Robin, where are you?

I want you to come over.

Do you want to?

Um.

Hey, I'm sorry I've been
so distracted by everything,

you know,
all the shitty fucking shit.

Jessica is making
me take her dog.

It's such...

Uh... Okay.

Bye for now.

Call me.

You have been
invisible to your patients

and your performance levels
have been equally invisible

until now,

because we are
going to be publishing

surgical outcomes publicly.

This, of course, raises
profound questions,

because once publication starts,

patients and potential patients

will assess your track records
and compare you to others.

Of course, they won't know
that the surgeon down the road,

who has much better statistics,

only qualified six months ago,

and has operated on
a grand total of seven young,

non-smoking white patients,

whilst you have
been in the trenches,

operating on the morbidly obese,
the diabetic,

elderly brown folk
with histories of falls

and gout
and respiratory disease.

You will be compared
surgeon to surgeon,

and every case of everyone
who has ever died

underneath your scalpel

will be on full public display.

Every surgical site,
infection, every nicked aorta.

Will some surgeons
be forced to retire?

Maybe.

Probably.

Will some surgeons
be treated unfairly?

Yes, most likely.

Why, then, should we allow this,

even encourage it?

Transparency
and informed consent.

And I'm talking about
real consent,

not just a scribble
on a piece of paper

moments before operating.

In the broader context,
a surgeon...

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Yes?

Liz Taylor.

Yes, Mrs. Taylor?

This will turn
surgery upside down.

It is inevitable

that good surgeons
will be treated unfairly.

You just said so yourself.

And it sounds like
you accept this.

Well, isn't being
transparent about your results

what a good surgeon does,

so that your patients are
able to give informed consent?

Okay, look, sorry if I'm...

Maybe I'm coming off
like a tendentious bitch...

but this is important to us.

Publishing results
is a bad idea.

We will avoid
very sick patients.

Why risk adding someone who
will likely die to my numbers?

Why should I take that risk?

Changes everything.

Which surgeon will
give their registrar a go,

if when it all
turns to shambles,

it goes on their record?

Liz.

That's... That's a good point.

Lots of good points.

But what we're talking
about here is resources.

No! We're talking about numbers.

- Well...
- I'm talking about numbers.

We're talking about
ranking people

best to worst in league tables

using data that is
insufficient and partial.

And surgeons will
be hung out to dry.

Whoa!

It appears we have entered

the Q&A portion of our session

slightly ahead of time.

I just don't think
we can be idiots about this,

and do it just because
other countries do.

How many cardiac surgeons
can we afford to lose?

Do you know how many we've got?

- Twenty-nine! It's not enough.
- Liz.

Thank you.

Twenty-nine.

And according to him,

half are going to
have to retire soon.

Yeah, okay.
That's a good point.

But let's...

Doctor.

Very gripping stuff.

Wasn't it.

Interesting, provocative.

People will be crucified.

Yeah, some surgeons
need to reassess.

You're not worried
about your data.

The other specialties
are nervous.

We're years behind
the world on this,

and it's not thought through.

You're not nervous, eh?

'Cause you're brilliant.

You're absolutely brilliant.

But, um...

Elizabeth, unfortunately,
it falls to my lot

to tell you that
there's been a...

formal complaint.

A complaint?

Formal complaint.
Lisa's parents.

When were you going
to tell me about this?

Well, I'm telling you now.

Piece of shit.

Hey.

Hi.

Leave you to it.

I called you last night.

Yeah.

I can feel you disappearing.

Yeah, I just want to
get the fuck out of here.

So, what did Andrew want?

Saw he cornered you.

Apparently,
there's been a complaint

about the surgery.

Like a...
Like a formal complaint?

I haven't read it.

Haven't seen it
in writing, but yes.

And, um, he wanted
to rub it in my face.

Well, that's shit.

Well.

Yeah.

Can't handle you.

Did you...

Did you know Richard left
when you were speaking?

Richard?

Yeah.

No.

He was pretty upset.

Richard is a sensitive type.

He needs to learn
to love the hook.

Well, uh...

I don't blame him, Liz.

It was... It was pretty public.

What's public?

The things you say out loud...

Registrars in shambles.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What's wrong with people?

Andrew.

Seen this?

Fuck!

Unbelievable.

Hey.

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Oh, no, you're not interrupting.

What can I do for you, Richard?

I, uh...
I think it's ridiculous.

That's ridiculous and wrong.

You'll be all right.

Just keep your head
down and work.

Don't start looking unlucky.

What does your father
say about it?

I haven't told him anything yet.

Isn't that something
you'd talk to him about?

You talk about work, don't you?

But the thing is, like,
he's just been appointed

to the head of surgery
in Dunedin.

Yeah.

I'm just not sure

what position it would
put him in if I told him.

- You know?
- Oh?

Yeah.

Not actually sure
what he would say.

He'd probably say
you're better than this.

Probably, but...

What if I'm not, though?

Come on, Richard.

You don't understand.

Look, I have been
having dreams about her.

Richard...

We did everything in our power,

inside and outside theatre.

Mistakes may always happen.

They're scary dreams, Liz.

They're just dreams.

Just dreams.

Yeah.

Maybe you'd be interested in
some confidential counselling

or something like that.

Can I set that up for you?

I...

I want you to know that,

I know what you've done for me.

I did nothing, Richard.

It was my mistake.

I trusted your judgment,
I was wrong.

It's called training.

It has risks.

I took the decision to do it.

That was me...

No, I did.

I did.

Me.

Leave it with me.

You can. You can just
leave it with me.

Really, I can take it.

Why don't you get
something, hmm?

Get something to eat.

Uh...

Uh, no, no.

Okay, well...

I've got to get going.

So...

To be continued? Yeah.

Well, when are we...

When what?

When will it be continued?

Tomorrow sometime.

I told her parents
that she was okay,

that it went well.

You said that.

Yes, I did.

Yes, she was.

Stop telling yourself
a different story.

Jesus!
Fuck, Richard.

Gonna go fishing this weekend.

You want to come?

- Me?
- You'd enjoy it.

I don't fish.

Well, you could try.

You could learn.

Everything is always there.

You go away, take a rest,
come back.

Is the patient consented?

Yes.

- It's cancelled.
- What, really?

I don't know, they just told
me it's cancelled.

Fuck!

Oh...

What happened?

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

He, he ate something in
the middle of the night,

forgot about it,

and then remembered
all of a sudden during consent.

Oh.

You're going through a bit

over there, I gather.

It'll blow over.

It's a cracked system, Liz.

Look, how well known
is my complaint?

Well, it's about, can't lie.

But as you say, it'll blow over.

Did he really eat something?

So I'm told.

Some spag bowl from the fridge
in the middle of the night.

And there's really
nothing else...

Nothing else that I
can use you for today.

So, um,
I'm sorry to waste your time.

Excuse me?

Are you Mrs. Taylor?

I am.

I have a registered
letter for you.

Oh?

What the fuck?

Fuck is this?

Hi, this is Robin's phone...

Robin.

So they've, uh,

"temporarily restricted

my practice of laparoscopy
and laparotomy."

Suspended me.

It's fucking...

It's just
ass-covering cowardice.

It's unbelievable.

Unbelievable! Anyway.

Call me.

Hello again.

Mrs. Taylor...

from the conference.

Please sit down.

You're here to talk about
the publishing of data?

I am, yes.

Look...

there's no easy way to say this,

but our priority
isn't to shelter

surgeons from criticism.

Our priority is deciding
what's good for everybody,

most importantly, the public,

our patients.

I understand that
the methodology

may not yet be perfect,

but I believe transparency
is a good thing.

And we can improve
the methodology over time.

The decisions
that we have to make

in theatre in
fractions of seconds

are boiled down to
"they lived" or "they died."

No context, no case histories,

just "they lived"
or "they died."

That's not transparency.

It's looking for
someone to blame.

I understand what you're saying.

- Do you?
- Yes.

But once we pass
this first storm,

hopefully then we can
focus on worthy things,

such as risk adjustment.

Risk adjustment?

Have you heard of Z51.5?

That's a code for palliative
care in the UK system.

A Z51.5 doesn't go on
anyone's stats because it says

that the patient was already
dying when they came in.

Patients died quietly.

No chemo, no scalpels,

just morphine and flowers.

Would my sepsis have qualified?

Do you understand?

Should I have not intervened?

Maybe, it's better for
the patients that way.

Maybe, because at times
it's best not to operate.

Let them die with dignity.

And maybe the publishing of data

will mean that more people
die with less intervention.

You know what's best
for patients, do you?

Sitting here at your keyboard?

I know your reputation,
Mrs. Taylor.

You're the best at what you do.

One of.

But is what you do always
best for the patients?

I'm sorry that sounds tough.
I know.

But hospitals hide
these things, don't they?

Staff learn to hide things,

and patients never know
anything went wrong.

And the ones hurt the most
are the families left behind.

We must hold ourselves
to a higher standard.

I have a standard.

It's the Hippocratic Oath.

And I'm not trying
to hide anything.

- Hey!
- Well, hi.

How are you?

You good?

Did you forget
some of your stuff?

No, I, um...

I just... I came to get it.

Well...

Why?

I can't be inside this, Liz.

You'll be Dr A,

Richard will be Dr B,

and the nurses
will be there by name,

and one of us will go down.

That's just noise.

No, it's not noise.

I need my job, Liz.

Robin.

Robin, I can protect you.

You can't.

I'm done.

There it is.

- I'm sorry.
- No, I'm sorry.

Just go.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck off, Richard.

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

Atticus!

Oh fuck! Atticus, here boy!

He's quiet. I didn't see him.

I forgot. I forgot the dog.

- Right.
- I forgot him.

- I forgot he was there.
- Okay.

I'm just going to
check his heart, okay?

Shhh.

Yeah.

He's not doing so good.

Um...

I think it's time
to say goodbye.

Right now?

- Right now?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Right. Right.

- You ready?
- Mm-mm.

You can...
You can put your hand on him.

You can help him out.

Good dog.

Yeah.

I'm going to put
the needle in now, okay?

Mm.

All right. Here we go.

Check his heart.

He's gone now.

Would you like him cremated?

He's not mine.

He's not... my dog.

He's not my dog.

You killed my dog.

I'm sorry.

What is wrong with you?

He's gone.

I'm sorry.

I'm so fucking sorry.

I'm so fucking sorry.

I'm so, I'm so sorry.

Jesus.

Hello, this is
Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor.

I'm trying to
reach my registrar,

Richard Whitehead.

Could I get his address, please?

Richard?

Richard, pick up.

Richard!

Richard!

Richard!

Jesus.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fucking stupid, stupid.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Richard? Richard!

Oh, Richard? Richard!

Richard.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, Richard!

You didn't.

You didn't.

Please!

Fuck.

Why?

Right.

You were there I'm told,
first responder.

- I was, yes.
- I'm sorry.

Thank you.
Stupid, stupid bugger.

Yeah, sadly so.

But listen, the staff
don't know at present,

so do you think
you've got this in hand?

I... Yes, of course.

- I will, of course.
- What a business.

For the hospital,
for the department,

for everybody.

So, I think you and I should
keep a lid on the gossip

and speculation
before it even starts.

And, yeah, we've got to
keep control of the situation.

Right.

Well, what...
What can I do, Andrew?

What can I do?

Well, I think you probably
know what this is about.

Right.

Yeah, it's not an uncommon
phenomenon, burnout.

But I think for the majority
of the staff here,

this will be the first time.

So we need to
show a united front.

Andrew...

Richard was not "burnt out."

Elizabeth, we need
one version of the truth,

for everybody's sake.

How... How does
that work, exactly?

Well, did you know my father
was a surgeon in Korea?

He was a POW.

And when he dealt
with limb trauma,

he would take them to
latrines for their examinations,

where there were
millions of flies.

You know what that means?

Maggots.

But maggots do
their job very well.

They debris dead flesh,

they clean the wounds,

they never sleep,
they never take a break.

They're vigilant, consistent,
persistent, trustworthy...

Unlike some people.

What's the point?

What are you getting at?

Do you remember
you called me "stupid"

at the Mortality
and Morbidity meeting?

You really were incredibly rude.

That's what this is about?

No...

No?

No, this hospital has invested
huge amount in you.

You're a very
valuable commodity.

You are brilliant,
but you are not easy.

You're emotional.

Yeah, emotional.

I know it's not
fashionable to say it,

but I'm not sure
women are suited

to a career in medicine,

particularly unmarried women.

But when I have a vested
interest in someone,

I act irrespective of the risk.

So it is decided.

What has?
What's been decided?

Honestly?

Sometimes, Elizabeth,
I could just, you know...

take you or leave you.

I see.

No, I don't think you do see.

You've been given
a second chance.

You're going to be back
on call after a week's leave.

That's what we've decided.

Then we're going
to publish an article

in the New Zealand
Journal for Medicine

and you're going
to sign up to it.

It'll be about suicide, burnout

and, uh, Richard's
effect on your data.

Richard will be shown
as what he was...

young, ineffective,
out of his depths,

and that he skewed the data.

You know, we took
too much care of him.

You took too much care of him.

And it's a tragedy
for the hospital,

for the community,

and it led to his suicide.

So, uh...

you know, the staff
will get counselling,

there'll be a vigil,

and then business as usual.

And I want you
to sign up to it all.

It's called
"cleaning the wound," Elizabeth.

Like a maggot.

Those wonderful maggots.

Liz? Liz.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's all right.

What?

It's just unfair.

You are good, Liz.

I know that.

I missed his calls.

I could have taken them.

Yeah.

And you'll have
to live with that.

And I am so sorry.

Me, too.

So fucking sorry.

What a mess.

Jan, I was wondering...

Dr. Matthews?

Yes.

Excuse us a minute.

How can I help?

I wanted to speak with you
about a patient of ours.

Lisa Williams.

Yes.

Um, if it's okay, I'd like to
bring Jan in on this.

She was running the ward.

Jan.

Of course.

Okay.

Jan, this is about
Lisa Williams,

the sepsis patient
from a while ago.

Oh.

Mrs. Taylor was her surgeon

and wants to know
about her admission.

- Okay.
- Please.

Okay. Well, we had
her on the usual lines,

inspected the surgery sites,
and they were clean.

There was minimal
output in the drains.

Her abdomen was soft.

Well, you tell her, Jan.

I sat with Lisa from
about midnight.

She was pretty high
maintenance at this point,

and she began
to go into decline.

She was deteriorating.
The sepsis was advanced.

She called out.
She was anxious and agitated.

She was dropping her stats,

and cyanosis of the lips,

about one breath every second.

She was complaining
of being cold and tired,

and the catheter
was bothering her,

and her breathing
was very rapid.

We brought in the on-call
anaesthetist to intubate.

Was Lisa able to
speak with her parents?

Yeah, briefly.

But then they had
to leave the room.

She arrested during induction,

and we began resuscitation.

We worked for...
half an hour, I remember.

She was 29.

A young, strong woman.

Right.

Yeah.

Pronounced dead
about four... five...

- 4:48.
- 4:48. Yes.

Wee small hours.

Yeah.

Thank you for
caring for my patient.

Is that what you...

Is that what you needed?

It is, yes. Some of it.

I can get some more notes.

- I can...
- No.

No, it's all right.

Was she lonely
at all at the end?

We were all here.

Her family, right up
until the intubation.

I was with her during the night.

Thank you both.

This very... was very helpful.

Tena koutou, tena koutou,
tena katou katoa.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Andrew McGrath.

As you know,
I am head of surgery.

Sad day.

And we are here, unfortunately,

to remember Richard Whitehead,

one of our brightest
young talents

whose future has been
so cruelly cut short.

And in a few moments,

I would like us to
hold a silence while

we remember Richard
and the brilliant work he did,

the part he played in the team

of one of our most gifted,
accomplished surgeons,

Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor.

But before we do,
I would like to say this.

What we now know is
that Richard's passing

is the result of the terrible
toll of burnout.

This is a tragedy,

but one from which
we will all learn,

must learn.

Richard's passing is
a timely reminder to us

that all our staff
are vulnerable

to these extreme pressures.

And unfortunately,

Richard was, um,
one of its victims.

It's not easy having to work

with the responsibility
of life and death.

We, the hospital,
the administration, the board,

we absolutely recognize this,

and, um, we are
responding immediately.

We are, from this moment,

putting in place measures
to enhance staff well being

and our collective
mental health,

soon as is practicable.

Because we are all in this
together,

a team

and a community.

It is indeed
a sad day for us all.

A minute's silence, please.

I'd like to say something.
I think I should. Don't you?

- Yeah.
- I think I should.

Yes.
Just a short.

Yeah, as his registrar,

don't you think
I should say something?

Sorry.

I'd like to say something,
if it's all right.

Thank you.

Hello.

The reason we're all here
today is, as Andrew says,

a tragedy.

Richard Whitehead
was my registrar.

Many of you knew Richard,
and those of you who didn't,

I'm sure you can
identify with him.

He was a young man, 26.

And as a registrar,
he was still learning,

still training.

He didn't die.

He committed suicide.

And, um, he's dead now
because he overdosed.

That's the truth of it.

He took his own life in
a filthy garage, alone.

Elizabeth, that's enough.

We talk about teamwork.

- Liz...
- We talk about resilience.

Did Richard lack resilience?

This young man for whom
I am responsible?

Because if you're telling me
he lacks something,

I don't accept it.

I operated on a patient
that died after the surgery.

Richard was under
my supervision,

and he did as I asked.

I told him to push harder,

and I chose the timing,

and I chose the words I said,

and I chose the way I said them.

And he just...

It's my responsibility.

I am responsible
for the risks I take

every time I perform surgery.

And Richard is dead
because he blamed himself

for a mistake I made.

I didn't make my responsibility
clear enough to him.

He was a student doctor.

And...

And we're hanging

a target around his neck

with this vigil.

And I'm not going
to let this boy

be scapegoated publicly

by middle managers
and doctors-turned-bureaucrats.

We are in service.

We have a covenant
with our patients.

"I will save you
with my skills."

But we have a covenant
to each other.

We're in service
to each other, too.

Both those covenants are
being broken here today,

and I will not stand by

and help pretend
that's not the case.

That's enough.

Rest in peace, Richard.

Rest in peace.

This is what happened.

Lisa was very sick.

She had septicemia.

Although the original operation
was marred by an error I made,

without that error,

it's highly likely
she would have still died.

The sepsis was advanced.

Ev...

Even though
your operation went wrong...

she still could have died?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Is there anything

you would have done differently?

That's the hard bit.

No.

I would not.

All the decisions I made
were to try to save Lisa.

If the operation
were to happen again,

I could make all
the same decisions.

But I would endeavour

to be better at explaining it,

be better at taking
responsibility.

I allowed doubt to creep in.

Lisa fought.

She fought really, really hard.

You need to know that.

In the end, her body gave up,

des...

despite all our
experience and care.

And please know

that your daughter
was cared for.

I wanted a good
outcome for Lisa.

And I'm so sorry.

Thank you.