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NARRATOR: Previously on Bodies.

You've been so pissed off
with me being Principle Consultant,

I thought I'd get something done about it.

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

Yes! Wanker!

-I'm gonna go for a job in general practice.
-You sure?

I think we could be in danger
of an op going seriously wrong.

You're saying I'm not up to difficult cases,

but you're the one who's the fuck-up, Rob, not me.
You're the one who's having to move on.

She has a normal platelet count on the computer,
but a very low one on the backup paper copy.

If Roger had some catastrophic cockup,
he'd be the one to gain from it, wouldn't he?

Not the only one. So would you.

ROGER: She's bleeding out. Another swab.

Pressure's crashing.

Shit.

-Okay, we'll be making midline incision.
-Mr Whitman, I need to talk to you right away.

As you can see, Rob, I'm somewhat indisposed.

You're pushing high-risk patients onto Roger
so he'll fuck up.

She's in there now, bleeding to death.

So what? Hurley'd be out and you'd be back in.

-What's wrong with her, Tony?
-Do nothing.

-Everything all right, Tony?
-Yeah. Fine.

Sister Rix, please. As quick as you can. Now.

Thanks.

Sister Rix.

Donna, what do you know about
a patient Wendy Frost?

She's in theatre now. She was under Tony
and then transferred to Roger.

Like what?

Anything that might explain why she's bleeding.

No.

No, her test results are normal.

Hang on.

Yeah, this is Sister Rix, Gynae.

I'm making an urgent call
about a patient of ours, a Wendy Frost.

Date of birth 10-5-49.

Number 64420776 32.

Can you please confirm
her last full blood count for me?

-You still there, Rob?
-Yes.

Yeah.

-No, no. That's not right.
-What are they saying?

They're saying that her platelet count is only 75
but on the computer it's normal.

Oh, shit.

Swab.

Fuck. Swab.

Blood and FFPs going in.

-It's her platelets.
-What?

I spoke to Haematology,
there's been a cockup with her blood results.

Shit!

-Platelet count's 75.
-For God's sake.

We better pack her pelvis so she doesn't bleed out
before we get these into her.

Packs.

-Packs working?
-More. Yeah.

We need to wait for the platelets
to kick in before we finish.

Do you fancy a coffee before the next one?

Uh, no, no, no, no.
Just give me a minute, I'll be along later.

-Tony?
-No, I just need the toilet.

Oh, sorry.

ROGER: Is she still stable?
TIM: Yeah, she's doing well.

ROGER: Thank you, Tim. Thanks, everyone.

Sorry, Mr Whitman.

Polly wanted to know if today
you'd like your spoon of sugar heaped or level?

Oh, nicely heaped, I think, Tim.

I'd like an explanation.

I spoke to the ward,

Sister Rix spoke to Haematology and
they told her that she had a low platelet count.

But it was supposed to be normal.
How do you account for that?

I don't account for that.
I expect Sister Rix will be looking into it.

Tony, don't you work up your patients?

Don't you check if they're thrombocytopenic
before you refer them?

-But she wasn't, was she?
-According to her results she wasn't but...

So what am I supposed to do, Roger?

Get myself a little microscope
and count her platelets one by one?

They needed the bed on HDU but she's doing well.

How are you feeling, Wendy?

I've been better.

Here, Wendy.

Haematology checked their records.

They'd sent a result strip up to the ward
with the correct platelet count on it.

Someone should have picked it up.

Not necessarily.

-It's my ward.
-Donna...

And the last thing I need
is anyone making excuses for me.

Someone should have picked up on it, you're right.

Yeah.

Listen...

Look, I promised I wouldn't be
late home tonight, okay?

I've got five days left. That's four nights.

It's not worth risking my marriage over it.

-Say it. Say it.
-You're leaving, he's not.

(SIGHS)

TONY: Sunilla.

My name is Mr Tony Whitman,
Consultant in Obstetrics and Gynaecology.

Now, what is it that attracts you

to the position of Specialist Registrar here?

Um...

I just fancied a change really.

A change? Excellent.

Well, outstanding.

Roger Hurley, O&G Clinical Director.

How may Caesarean sections have you performed?

Supervised or unsupervised?

-Supervised.
-Very funny.

About 12.

And unsupervised?

About...

none

(DOOR BUZZING)

-Where is she?
-Bay 1.

In here.

(GROANING)

-Is this woman you saw in A&E.
-Yes.

Jade, I'm Dr Tim Sibley. Do you remember?

She was fine when she came
up to the ward, obs all normal,

but about 10 minutes ago,
she started having severe abdominal pains.

Okay. Jade, I'm Polly Grey,
I'm the Gynaecology Registrar on call.

Dr Sibley told me
that he's found a cyst on your cervix.

I need to find out
what's causing you so much pain.

What we need to do is pull your gown up,
if you could pull down your knickers...

-Oh, my.
-But you're not wearing any.

(JADE GROANS)

You didn't think that there was
anything to feel in the abdomen?

-No, not really.
-Not really?

Jade, we're going to examine you internally.

Knees up, Jade.

That's it. Heels together, knees apart.

Okay, just relax.

(SCREAMING)

Sorry. Sorry.

-You felt a cyst?
-Yes, I think so.

-Right.
-What?

We need to transfer Jade
to the Labour Ward straightaway.

-Okay.
-Are we not gonna drain the cyst?

The cervix is seven to eight centimetres dilated.
She's having contractions.

That's not a cyst, it's a baby's head.

I'm Chrissy Farrell,
I'm the Departmental Manager O&G,

HR, PR and IC.

How long have you worked in the UK?

Uh...

(SPEAKING HINDI)

Uh, one week...

Two months.

Sorry, I didn't quite catch that.

One year. 2003.

(GROANING)

Thanks, Dottie.

What kind of a slapper
doesn't even know she's pregnant?

A slapper.

So, what's an A&E SHO
doing assessing a Gynae patient?

Senior SHO.

-I'm shadowing Polly.
-Tim's up for the SHO vacancy on our firm.

Oh.

Well, she was a large lady.
It wasn't easy to feel the uterus.

And I wasn't expecting the lump to be a baby.

Hmm.

Well, a pretty sorry bunch so far.

Oh, I don't know, Roger. There was one candidate
I rather liked the look of, actually.

We're moving on to look at the candidates
for the SHO vacancies.

Let's hope they're an improvement.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come.

(SIGHS)

Hello.

-Dr Sibley, please, take a seat.
-Thank you.

What is it that attracts you to the position

of Senior House Officer
in Obstetrics and Gynaecology?

Well, I already work in this hospital
in the A&E department.

It's great work,

but I think I'm ready to make the change
to something a bit more specialised.

And what is it about your time in A&E
that you'd say has prepared you for O&G?

Dealing with the patients, obviously.

Erm...

Half of them are women. Of course.

So, what is it about O&G
that you find particularly interesting, Tom?

Tim.

I think I'll get the opportunity
to do operations, medicine and...

stuff, all within the one...

The one speciality.

So, Tim, had much experience
of the female reproductive system?

Well, I don't think we've seen an appropriate
candidate for the Registrar rotation.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but there is
a Registrar already in post, isn't there?

Yes, Rob Lake. He's leaving to do General Practice.

Sorry, since this all seems
to have been decided before my time,

I just wondered why we have to let a Registrar go
when the department's short-staffed as it is?

We can cope.

As for the SHO position,
I felt Tim Sibley interviewed disappointingly.

-Tim's all right.
-You'd have him as your SHO?

-I suppose.
-Then he's yours.

But I don't want Tim. I want the girl.

Yes, that sounds like a safe combination.

Tony Whitman plus nubile female junior.

Thank you, everyone.

Chrissy, I need to schedule some time
to speak to Paul about the plans

for the High Risk Pregnancy Unit.

Bollocks.

I'm sorry if I was a little harsh on you in theatre.

Oh, no, it's fine. There was a job to do.

I know what
an intimidating environment it can be.

Wasn't all that many years ago
I had irascible consultants shouting at me.

''Pull on that retractor, boy!''

Well, at least you don't call me ''boy''.

-Good. Donna?
-Mmm-hmm.

-I'm feeling much better.
-Excellent. Well done, Wendy.

I think you could probably drop her obs
back down to every two hours.

If it's all right, Roger, I'd rather
keep doing them every hour. Just till morning.

-Why, are you worried about her?
-No, it's not that.

It's just that while she's on my ward,
I'd like to keep a closer eye on her.

-That's all?
-Yeah.

-Sure. Thank you, Donna. Night.
-Night, Roger.

-Hi, Polly.
-Rob.

(PHONE RINGS)

Polly Grey.

No, I'm sorry, Mr Whitman left
a couple of minutes ago.

No probs.

How's Tony doing?

Good, actually.

He's back to his usual self.

I think you were responsible
for our firm being misled

about Wendy Frost's platelet count.

To end him killing patients

you wanted to let him kill a patient.

Have you gone totally fucking mental?

I'm curious, Rob. How exactly did I do this?

They sent a strip giving the correct result.

Maybe you didn't let anyone see it.

I do hope this sub-Hercule Poirot routine
doesn't turn into some species of threat, Rob.

Well, I think I'll have a quick look
at Polly's on-call rota and we can arrange a swap.

No problem.

If I accept that a clerical error
nearly led to an operative death,

then I am reminded, Tony, it was your suggestion
that certain adverse events be examined openly

with all of the relevant medical
and managerial staff present.

Mmm-hmm.
Well, it's your call as Clinical Director, Roger,

but don't hesitate to give me a shout
if you need some assistance.

On the one hand, I feel obliged
to bring this out into the open.

On the other,
I'd rather the matter was settled doctor to doctor

if someone on my own team
could shed some light on it.

I can't help you, Roger. I would if I could.

Nighty-night.

-I'm glad we saved the patient's life.
-Yeah, she's doing well.

I was hoping it would make you reconsider.

If we can't work together, then,
maybe you'll give me a reference

so I can continue to work
in O&G at another hospital.

Tell me what you know.

I don't know anything.

I'm good at what I do, Roger.

I just wanna keep on doing it.

(PHONE RINGS)

Gynae.

Hello. I'm working late, I'll be home soon.

No, I'm not. I'm working late.

I'm working late.

(PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN: Yes, okay.

Yes, yes. Mmm-hmm. Yeah. No.

Yes, I'll see what I can do.

Yes. Fine, okay. Yes.

Yes, I'll do that. Is that okay?

Hello, O&G office, Mr Tony Whitman speaking.

Um...

Just one moment, madam,

I normally get my secretary to deal
with this sort of thing. Thank you.

-Polly, will you be my secretary, please?
-No, you be your secretary.

-I'm a bloke.
-Tony.

Polly, I've got some old bag banging on
about waiting for her op. Please.

Pretty please.

(POLLY CLEARS THROAT)

Mr Whitman's secretary, thank you for holding.

My name's Anne-Marie,
how may I help you today?

Yes...

Uh, yes.

I'm very pleased to inform you that today you
have been upgraded onto our high-priority list

and the hospital will be in contact with you
in due course to arrange an appointment.

Essentially, the patients are calling up themselves.

I remember the time when the fuckers
only spoke when they were spoken to.

Tony, the poor woman has been struggling with it
for over a year now.

Hers is nothing.

I remember one old crow
who used to push it around in a wheelbarrow.

Mr Whitman.

What? Have you started already?

Well, not started, started, no, Mr Whitman.

But I've volunteered to cover
the SHO vacancy as a locum

until my post officially beings.

Fucking hell.

So, the first patient is a Betty Yeoman.

We don't normally let SHO's hang around with us.

Tony.

Well, all right, but don't talk to us
or anything like that, will you?

All right, we've got Betty Yeoman. She's in bed 2.
She's in off your waiting list.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Mr Whitman doesn't have a waiting list.

-He has an anticipated in-patients list.
-What's the difference?

The management got on to all the consultants
and told them to deal with the patients

who'd been on the list for 12 months or longer.

Tony got them off his list by putting them
on another list and giving it a different name.

Lord, what do management
have to say about that?

Heavens.

I'm sure we'll be able
to make a new woman of you.

Now, you wouldn't mind, would you,

if I get my new Senior House Officer
to take a look at you?

-No.
-Very good.

-Uh, Mr Whitman...
-Uh-uh.

Just have a look at her vagina,
see what you can find.

Okay, if you could just move down... That's great.

Just move down a bit and, um, lie back and relax.

If you draw your knees up
towards yourself and put your...

If you just let your... Let your leg...

Well, just let... Let them...

Sorry.

Sorry, Mr Whitman.

I'm sorry.

Nearly there.

Good.

That's it. Sorry. If you just, um, okay...

Now, does everything look normal there?

Hmm.

Um...

Um...

(WHISPERS) Uterine prolapse.

There's a uterine prolapse.

Very good.

Well, thank you very much, my dear.

I'm now gonna leave you with Dr Sibley.
So, clock her in, would you, Tom?

-It's as if he's never seen a vag before.
-Maybe he hasn't.

Yeah, I guess the hospital
is an unusual environment.

Maybe next time he conducts
a gynaecological examination

he can do it with the lights out
after five pints of lager.

-Roger.
-Tony.

Did I hear the interview correctly?

You're thinking of reopening that old can
of worms about the High Risk Pregnancy Unit?

As you're aware, Tony,
the plan's existed for sometime

to site an HRPU
at one of the hospitals in this district.

I don't mean this as a criticism
of any previous incumbents,

but now I'm Clinical Director,
I think it's an opportunity we should seize.

Fuck me.

I know, Tony, there are all kinds
of potential banana skins.

No, they're more than banana skins.

We don't have the staff,
neither do we have the expertise.

That is why I opposed it
every time it was brought up.

Yes, of course, Tony.

Those would have been the reasons.

What now, Tom?

Tim. You've got her notes.

Thank you.

What are the diagnostic criteria
for a high-risk pregnancy?

Multips, breech, preeclampsia, placenta...

No, Polly, the definition of a high-risk pregnancy

is any pregnancy involving Roger Hurley.

-Why'd you do it, Tony?
-I would ask you the same question.

Why did you save Hurley's bacon
so he can shit all over your career

like he shat all over mine?

Or are you hoping to get him to change his mind
so you get a good reference?

I'm not actually like that.

when you're sitting in your silly little surgery

looking after depressed housewives
and kids with earache

I hope you don't come to regret it, Rob.

The code's indiscriminate.

I even protected you.

I didn't deserve it.

Come in.

Good to see you, Paul.

-Roger.
-Chrissy.

Now, I just wanted to ensure that you were both
on the same page about our objectives.

Of course, Paul.

I can appreciate how my comments about
your Registrar may have come over as interfering.

You know him better than anyone.

And if you think Rob Lake
is a difficult personality, a troublemaker,

then who am I to argue?

-Coffee, anyone?
-No thanks.

I can only drink decaf.

Roger's enthusiasm
for the High Risk Pregnancy Unit

characterises why I appointed him, Chrissy.

It's exactly what the Chief Executive is after
to back up our bid for foundation hospital status.

Write me a mission statement. A thousand words.
And give it to Chrissy to pep up.

No problem, Paul.

Appearances are everything.

That's why I headhunted Chrissy, here,
from University Hospital.

Because of the way she looks?

Because of her background in PR.

Sorry.

The waiting list?

45 patients have disappeared
off Mr Whitman's waiting list.

We've no idea where they've gone,
but it wasn't into this hospital to be treated.

It's extraction, Roger.

And you need to speak to Tony about it.

Extraction?

Extracting the urine.

Leave it to me, Paul.

I missed you last night.

-You wanna go for a drink tonight?
-I can't.

Just a drink.

Do I have to keep saying I'm sorry?

-I know it's...
-Difficult.

When I'm gone, I'll be gone. That's it.

So it's not gonna be difficult for you then.

Just hold on a second. Rob.

Rob, sorry, you couldn't look after my bleep
for a couple of hours, could you?

I've got a kind of date thing.

Piss off, you spoiled cow.

Hi, Rob.

Rob? Excuse me a minute.

Are you all right?

Polly, I think you're really quite fit

and I wish we could have done
some shagging while I was here.

-Hello, Betty.
-Hello.

I've been looking at your notes
and I wanted to go over some of it again

just to make sure
that there isn't some kind of a mix-up.

I'm worried that we may have got our facts wrong.

How many pregnancies have you had?

Two.

Right. In your old notes that
we've just had through, it says you've had three.

So, I promise, I'll correct the mistake myself.
I'm very sorry to have troubled you.

(WHIMPERING)

-Betty?
-Don't change it.

That would be like pretending he never existed.

DONNA: Yeah, Elizabeth Yeoman.
She was 17 at the time.

Before she was married
her surname was McMahon

and she was treated here
when it was the old hospital,

when it was called All Saints Hospital.

The consultant's name was Mr Webb

but she can't remember
any initials or any first name.

She had a son who was gonna be
up for adoption but he was stillborn.

He was stillborn on the 3rd of September, 1968.

He was never given a name.

Sorry, Tony, can I have a word please?

Tony, our waiting lists are an embarrassment.

Half the patients concerned are yours.

Well, get your facts right, Rog.

-I don't have a waiting list problem.
-So, where did they go?

Well, I think it's the NHS equivalent
of the Bermuda Triangle.

Sort it out, Tony. Or I will.

Since we're being so frank and all,
if it wasn't for Rob Lake,

you'd be locuming
in a Cardiff clap clinic right now.

What's your point, Tony? If you've got one.

If you can't stand to work with the bloke,

then at least give him a reference
so he can get on with his life.

This is Sister Rix, Gynae, could you
put me through to hospital security, please?

Thanks for coming.

If you can just open it for me, please,
then I can get onto the computer.

-Sister Rix?
-Yes.

Sister, will you come with me, please?

-What for?
-Come with me, please, Sister.

Take a seat.

(DOOR LOCKS)

Hey.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Um, I've been giving more thought
to your situation,

and I'm afraid I still feel
that our working relationship is beyond repair,

so I don't think keeping you here is appropriate.

However, I am grateful
for the good work you've done recently

so I'm prepared to recognise that
with a fitting reference

with the strict proviso
that you look for a job in General Practice,

and General Practice only.

You just want to keep me out of hospital.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Hi, it's me.

Okay. Yeah, okay.

Bollocks.

Tony wants me to take a patient to theatre.
I wanna go to the cinema tonight.

I'll do it.

-You sure?
-Yeah. No problem.

Cheers.

-Thanks, Rob.
-No problem, Tony.

We don't get many of these.

This will probably be my last.

So, let's make it one to remember, eh?

Yeah.

Sister, what's all this?

-Why were you meddling with hospital records?
-Sorry?

That's what hospital security told me.

You were intending to look at
confidential medical records without permission.

Do you have something in writing
from your line manager, maybe?

It was a confidential request.
A patient asked for my help.

Right.

But you didn't have permission
from your line manager?

You've spent a great deal of time
dealing with a non-urgent, non-clinical matter.

That isn't your time to spend, it's ours.

I'm very sorry. It won't happen again.

-Good.
-May I ask, what if I do this outside of my shifts?

I don't see why that should be a problem,
as long as you've got permission.

Right.

-Well?
-Well, what?

Can I be let out now?

Excuse me, please. Thank you.

Bed 24, Gillian Bower, under Mr Whitman.

Gillian had a comfortable day post-op,
so she should be going home in the morning.

And that's it. Thank you.

-Good night.
-WOMAN: Good night.

I have this picture of meself,
sitting in a surgery somewhere,

wondering whether you'll be in the waiting room,
pretending to be the last patient of the day.

I could find another job that isn't too far away.

That's up to you.

There's another way of looking at it.

Knowing that it's going to end.

Making the most of it while we can.

Rob, thanks for doing that case for me
the other night.

No problem.

-Did you enjoy the movie?
-Pants.

That thing that I said.

What thing?

-That shagging thing.
-That thing.

Yeah, well, I...

Well, maybe it's true
we regret what we don't rather than what we do.

If I hadn't stood up to Hurley,
I wouldn't be in this mess now.

-But he'd have harmed more patients.
-It's true.

So, I guess it's down to you and Tony to stop him.

In those days the hospital would bury stillborns
in an infant cemetery.

They were taken away
from their mothers straightaway

and buried without ceremony.

Here?

As the hospital expanded,
they built on old grounds.

There must be multiple graves under here.

I can't be precise, Betty,
because they never kept exact records,

but there are hundreds here, probably thousands.

I was in labour for two days.
They made mistakes, I know they did.

That's why he died.

But in those days you didn't ask questions,
you didn't complain.

They took him away.

I never saw him, never held him.

Did you ever have a name in mind
for your boy, Betty?

I always liked Samuel.

Well, we'll call him that, then. Samuel.

Thanks.

Excuse me, sorry, I think I'm lost. C Wing?

-Oh, it's on my way.
-Cheers.

By the time I left, I'd just managed
to navigate the last hospital I was at.

-And where was that?
-UH.

-Our great rivals.
-That's them.

A little bit like Arsenal-Man United.

God help us. I hope we're not Arsenal.

Well, me too. There again, I am a Manc.

-Magpie.
-Oh, I'm sorry.

-C Wing, 50 yards down that way.
-Oh, cheers.

-I'm Chrissy, by the way.
-Rob Lake, nice to meet you.

Push! Big push for me, Diane. Push.

Keep it going. One, two, three, four...

Keep pushing. Five, six.

Okay, this contraction's finished.
Get your breath back now, Diane.

-Paeds are on their way.
-Thanks, Hazel.

Diane, the trace shows there's a chance
your baby may be in some kind of distress.

Nothing serious as yet.
I need to do an internal examination, okay?

You're still some way off delivering,
so the safest course of action

is to deliver your baby
through Caesarean section now

before the signs on the monitor
turn into something a little more worrying.

NURSE: It's fine, honey.

Thank you.

Chrissy, have you seen the latest figures?

Nationally, one in ten hospital patients
is harmed through medical error.

-Not good.
-That's why we need better PR.

Thank you.

Take this Rob Lake affair.

It's most likely the reason we're failing to attract
an acceptable quota of top-rated Registrars.

Word gets out.

Paul, we both agreed
at every stage on our course of action.

I find Rob Lake an impossible person to work with.

-Decaf's on the table.
-Thank you, Sarah.

Roger, I invited you to step up to Clinical Director

not because Tony Whitman's priapism
had got the better of him,

but because you're one of
the only doctors I could rely on

not to take an adversarial attitude
to management.

-Now, I hope that can still be the case.
-You can count on it.

The post comes with increased responsibility,

now, please, do let me know if you've now decided
you don't want that responsibility.

I want it.

Good man.

Now, we want Rob Lake to carry on in his post.

We want to send out a message
that this hospital looks after its staff.

Well, that's as may be, but it's totally
inconceivable that he'll want to stay.

-Try, Roger.
-But why?

Because now you've decided he's a good doctor?
Because I can assure you both...

We're managers, how would we know?

Thank you.

Hey, Tom. Probably not gonna have enough time
to top up the epidural. GA okay?

There's me thinking you were gonna take it easy
for your last couple of days.

And let you get away with skiving in the mess?

Hi.

Hi.

-Are we early?
-We should be getting going any minute.

Just to inform you, Doctor,
your boss has taken over your case.

You going to find out what's going on?

I think this trace urine is borderline.

If that's the case,
I don't think it's unreasonable to keep pushing.

Let's not rush into a major operation
if we can avoid it.

All right, Diane, let's wait for the next contraction,
let's have a really big push please, okay.

Mr Hurley, I'm the Paediatric Registrar,
Beth Lucas.

-Hi, Beth.
-She's contracting.

Okay, Diane, big push now, please.
Big push for us.

-Push. Big, long push, Diane.
-That's it, come on.

Push! One, two, three, four...

-Push!
-Come on, Diane.

Five, six, seven.

You've got to push, Diane.
This baby won't come out on its own, okay?

Now, push!

-Keep pushing!
-Come on, Diane, come on.

It's coming, Diane. Push!

-Come on, Diane, big push.
-Keep pushing, come on.

Keep pushing.

(SOBBING) I can't. I can't.

Okay, big push now, Diane.
Big push for me, please.

Come on, Diane, big push. Come on, Diane. Shit.

-HAZEL: Come on, push!
-Come on, Diane.

Come on, one last big push. Please.

-One big push!
-Push!

-Big push, Diane, come on.
-Push!

Come on, Diane. Come on, it's coming.

It's coming. Push!

-Well done.
-Well done.

There we go. There we go.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

(DIANE CRYING)

How's my baby?

Okay, wait. Well done, Diane. Well done.

Okay, Diane.
I'm just gonna deliver your placenta now, okay?

Well done, everything's fine.

How's my baby?

How's he doing?

Airway cleared. 100% oxygen.

-How's me baby?
-The paediatricians are doing everything they can.

Why isn't he making any noise?

(DIANE WAILING)

(BABY CRYING)

He's doing nicely now. He's breathing on his own.

Congratulations, Diane, well done.

We're going to keep the baby under observation.

It's too early to tell
whether he's going to have problems.

I'm new here.

Maybe I should be letting this slide, but...

Trust me. You should.

Christ.

Why hasn't anyone done anything about this?

It's not a good career move
to challenge Roger Hurley's shortcomings.

Surely someone has to.

Sorry.

I shouldn't heap this on you.

If it hadn't been for you...

I'll see you around.

Actually, you won't.

-Maya.
-Hi, Roger.

-Who's this?
-Ovarian cyst.

I saved this 'cause I thought
she might be suitable for your current study.

That's very kind of you. Thank you.

Maya, I'm sorry I've been so busy lately.
I haven't spent enough time teaching.

I hope you haven't felt neglected.

-No, Roger, I understand.
-Good.

Because it's very important to me
that you get the most out of your job here.

Thank you.

Oh, Roger.

I'll get you a tissue.

Gave Zach his milk this morning.
Must have done a secret sickie.

-A little too much information.
-Sorry.

Sorry.

Glamorous life of parenthood.

-There.
-Thank you.

Rob. Rob.

Sorry, can I have a word, please?

I now accept there was a clerical error
for which no one was to blame.

And perhaps I didn't properly express
my thanks for your help with Wendy Frost.

On further reflection,
I feel perhaps it does change things.

So, if you're still interested in staying on,
I'm prepared to make a brand-new start.

However, I completely understand
if you want to move on elsewhere.

I'll give you a reference, no conditions,
you can go for any hospital post in the country.

But I would like a quick decision.

I'll stay.

But I'm offering you a good reference.

This is your ticket
away from all this hospital politics.

Like I said, Roger, I'm staying.

Fucking hell.

I'm staying.

Hurley's asked me to stay on.

Congratulations.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

What?

Hurley's told me I can stay if I want.

And what did you say?

I'm going to.

Why?

Reasons.

Right.

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If we're a team
then we keep that power I was talking about.

If we're not, we're out on our arses.
Tell me that's not what you want, Rob?

To be out on your arse.

Maybe you should get me to sign a consent form.

I could've emptied this bloody abdomen
two minutes ago.

Mr Whitman, you show no remorse,
nor any willingness to change.

All right, you two, piss off.

-I didn't have a choice!
-Everyone has a choice, son!

Do they?