All language subtitles for This is Going to Hurt 1x07 (1080p)(hevc)(x265)

(SIREN WAILS)

(GROANING)

Sorry you've ended up
with a twin room.

- No room at the inn today.
- Better than a bunk bed,

- I guess.
- Yeah.

Get four to a room that way.

- (GROANING CONTINUES)
- (PAGER BEEPS)

Sorry! Sorry about the room.

Sorry.

(BABY CRIES)

(PAGER BEEPS)

Hey, baby!

(LAUGHS)

I'm so sorry about all this.

He got wasted
at the office party.

I'm going to strangle him
later.

Make sure you do
a thorough job,

because they're really busy
in A&E.

That's a nice big contraction
now.

One last big push for me.

- You're doing really well.
- (STRAINS)

- Stop pushing. Pant.
- (PANTS)

(CHUCKLES)

(BABY CRIES)

Yay-hey-hey! Wey-hey!

(BABY CRIES)

MAN: Love you! Love you.

(SIGHS)

(SPLASHING)

Sir!

Sir!

Stop that.

This is not a toilet,

- you absolute...
- (MAN MUMBLES)

(AGNIESKA SHOUTS IN POLISH)

MAN: No, wait, wait!

Why don't you pop downstairs

and go for a walk
for half an hour?

What, you can't squeeze us in
before then?

I'm not running
a Pizza Express, sir.

Who bleeped me?

Tracy needs an FBS done, love.

Do me an FBS.

What does FBS mean?

Foetal blood sample.

Oh.

- Which room?
- Five. Erm...

Are you going to go
to Shruti's thing later?

Well, I was planning to,

but I'm not sure
I can leave all this

with a PE teacher in scrubs.

Adam, can I ask you a question
about a patient I've just seen?

Quick, then.

So,
she's 32-and-a-half years old,

she's 37 weeks pregnant,
generally fit and well.

She has asthma, so sometimes...

Quick's the one where you get
to the fucking point.

Right. She's got
a urine infection,

- so...?
- Yeah, erm...

So should I give her
some antibiotics?

As opposed to what,

a healing crystal
and some magic runes?

Absolute waste of organs.

And the award for
Boss of the Year goes to...

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Angle the lamp a bit better
for me.

Please?

Please.

Remember to file another
complaint about my manners.

I've had weeks of this now,
Adam.

Can you stop being
quite so much of a twat?

Tracy!

No, don't "Tracy" me!

Anyway, the patient's deaf.

And if she wasn't,

I'm sure she'd agree that was
a pretty twat-ish thing to say.

I know old habits
are hard to change,

but want to try
being professional?

What, like you?

Well, that's assuming
I still have a profession

after my hearing tomorrow.

(TRACY SIGHS)

And just so you know,

I'm nipping out
to Shruti's memorial

for five minutes, if I can.

What, so you've got time for
her now she's dead, do you?

I'm...sorry.
I didn't mean that.

Absolutely sure that it's me
that's the twat?

You do know I can lip-read,
right?

JULIAN: Hey.

You coming to the memorial?

ADAM: Yeah.

(PAGER BEEPS)

- Have fun.
- Hey, give me that.

She'd have wanted you there.

You sure?

Of course.

(PHONE BUZZES)

- You've got 30 seconds.
- Right.

So Emma's been getting
this weird pain in her groin.

It only happens if she stands
on one leg, but it's agony.

- What do you reckon?
- Stand on two legs.

I mean, if she's putting
her trousers on.

It's probably just
symphysis pubis dysfunction.

It's nothing to worry about.
See a physio.

They can give her
this special belt thing.

- You're a legend, and...
- Time's up! Bye.

(LOW CHATTER)

(CLEARS HER THROAT)
Thanks so much

to so many of you for coming.

Christ knows who's looking
after the labour ward.

- Better not be me!
- (PHONE RINGS)

We're obviously here
to remember Shruti Akarya...

Back in a minute.

...and to unveil this lovely...

...I'm going to say oak tree
in her honour.

So let me hand over, first of
all, to Mr and Mrs Akarya.

Acharya.

Acharya.

MR ACHARYA: Thank you, all,
for coming.

You know,
Shruti loved being a doctor.

But every time she called us,

she would tell us how much

she enjoyed working
with you all.

Shruti brought us huge pride
in everything she achieved.

And it brings us great joy
that she will live on,

not just in our hearts
and our minds,

but in this beautiful tree

which will live longer
than anyone here.

As Shruti's
educational supervisor,

I know first-hand

what a committed and dedicated
doctor she was,

as evidenced by her passing
her Part 1 exam first time -

something, I might add,
I did not do.

Seven driving tests, too,
and counting.

Can do a Caesarean in
five minutes with one hand,

can't reverse around
a bloody corner!

(SUBDUED LAUGHTER)

We're all the poorer
for her loss.

But depression is cruel

and, in Shruti's case, silent.

While she was...

...clearly doing well at work,

obviously, there were
other forces at play.

In life, like on labour ward,

you never really know
what's around the corner.

Ugh!

- Ms Houghton?
- All right?

I think maybe Shruti
wasn't quite as happy

at work as you said.

(SARCASTICALLY) No?
Do you reckon?

Well, what did you want
her parents to hear?

That she couldn't hack it?

I mean, like,

shouldn't there be
some kind of investigation?

Or are we all just going
to keep pretending

there's nothing wrong
with this place?

Sorry, I must be dementing.

When did I say
there was nothing wrong?

This hospital's got
about three doctors

and a budget of £12.50.

So, if you want to change it,
become a government minister,

because there is bollocks-all
any of us here can do.

Well, I...

So what do we do now, then?

Well, we all toddle off
back to work, don't we?

And eventually they forget
to water the tree,

and that dies as well.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Er... Did you work closely
with Shruti?

I...

No, not really, no. Erm...

But she is much missed.

Walk with me, Kay.

So...tomorrow's your big day
at GMC towers?

Yes, yeah. It is, yeah.

I must say, I'm very sorry
you're going through all this.

For what it's worth,
I think it's bloody unfair

that it has to end like this.

I'm not sure it's going to end.

Well, you falsified the notes.

Seemed pretty cut-and-dry
to me.

I'm not sure anyone
really comes back from that.

No, I wrote what you told me
to write,

and then you weaselled back
on it.

Well, my lawyer thinks
I stand a fighting chance,

so...

How are you intending
to play things at the tribunal?

Well, hopefully,
I'll persuade them that

a, you know, simple lapse

in my professional judgment
shouldn't need to bring

my future into question.

You're a bloody good doctor,
Adam.

We need more doctors like you.

You owe it to yourself,
to your patients,

to stay in the game.

If I was in your position,

I think I'd try and realign
the narrative

ever so slightly.

I'm not sure that I follow.

Well, you just tell our friends
at the GMC that your colleague,

Dr Acharya, mistakenly told you
that I said it was OK

to send the patient home

when, in fact,
she hadn't spoken to me.

She - and she alone -
knocked over the first domino.

But she...
But she didn't do that.

Who's to know?

You're suggesting
that I throw her...

...I throw Shruti
under the bus?

No-one loses this way.

It's time for pragmatism, Adam,
not emotions -

if you want to keep your job,
that is.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PIANO PLAYS SOFTLY)

VERONIQUE: I've got a crowbar!

Just me, Mum.

I know it's just you.

I've come to smash up
the piano.

Schubert?

You'd never know
just from listening.

You all set for tomorrow?

Yeah, I guess.

It's just a hiccup. It's
a vexatious bit of bureaucracy.

You are going to shave, right?

Mm-hm.

Make sure you give
a good showing, Adam,

because we've all worked

- so hard to get you here.
- Oh, we, is it?

Remind me how many
labour ward shifts you've done.

Oh, just the one visit
to a labour ward,

and then an entire lifetime
given up to getting you here.

Not sure I remember
ever asking you to.

Quite how you ended up so rude,
I'll never know.

A mystery for the ages.

(OVER TANNOY)
We are now approaching

Manchester Piccadilly,
where this service terminates.

Yeah, so just say yes or no
to their questions.

And anything that needs
a longer answer than that,

I'll take it.

Am I going to be all right?

Yeah, totally.

Oh, sorry, hang on.
What did you say?

- Am I going to be all right?
- Oh, Christ knows.

But... But you know my motto -

never say never.

I'm going to go
to the bathroom.

OK.

You've got five minutes, Alan.

(DOOR BANGS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Just do it.

You treated me like shit
when I was alive.

What does one more time matter?

(SNIFFLES)

You weren't doing coke
in there?

No.

Adam Kay?

Right, after you. Good luck.

Hope you saved some for us
afterwards.

Great.

I'm going to get struck off
in a room that looks like

it's used
for a speed-awareness course.

Good afternoon.
My name is Tina Sharpehouse,

and I'm the tribunal chair.

This is a fitness to practise
hearing for Adam Richard Kay.

Would you please stand up,
Dr Kay?

Still calling me "Doctor" -
that's a good start.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth?

I do.

Please be seated.

On April 16th, at 4.15pm,

you reviewed patient
Erika Van Hegan,

25 weeks pregnant
and presenting with a headache.

You discharged her home.

You wrote in the notes

that you had discussed
this decision

with your consultant,
Mr Nigel Lockhart,

a fact that he denies.

I'd like to say a few words.

(WHISPERS) No, you wouldn't!

There's time for you
to say anything you need to

later on.
You may sit back down.

On the day in question,
I was working alongside

an SHO colleague...

...called Shruti Acharya.

(CHUCKLES)
I did not see that coming.

I mean,
if you'd asked me before,

I'd have said you were toast,

but then -
bam, out of nowhere -

you come out with that.

I literally can't believe
we won.

I can't tell you how much
I needed this, by the way.

My numbers have not been good
this year.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

(SIGHS)

Good to see you.

You too.

Do you want...something?

No, thanks.

How are you?

Yeah, not bad.

That's good.

The couple downstairs
have a new baby,

which screams, like,
20 hours a day,

so your timing was pretty good.

(LAUGHS)

You're looking well.

Does that mean fat?

(BOTH LAUGH)

It's her cooking. It's...

You know,
the main ingredient is butter.

How is it?

Attached back
to Mummy's apron strings?

They're slightly strangling.

But, you know,
when did a bit

of light strangulation
ever hurt anyone?

So, I had a good chat
with the estate agents.

They said there's actually
a six-month break clause,

so I can move out in September.

I printed off the form.

You just need to sign
at the bottom.

How's work?

(CRIES)

Shit.

Shruti?

It's so horrible.

I just keep playing over
in my mind

everything I said to her.

Everything I should have said.

Everything I shouldn't.
I just...

...I don't understand how it...

Anyway.

I let her down so terribly.

Don't beat yourself up.

I'm sure you were a great boss.

I was a crap boss.

Crap boyfriend. Crap doctor.

Hey, come on.

So, what,
I was an amazing boyfriend?

What are you doing Saturday?

A 10K.

That sounds awful.

Well, there's still a place
at Greg's wedding,

if you fancy it.

And that's meant to be
an upgrade?

Emma's designed
the table decorations.

They're terrible.

- Like 4ft glass dildos.
- Christ.

Anyway,

would you consider being
my temporary plus-one?

Oh, I don't know, Adam.
I'm not sure.

Special...

...one-night-only
cameo appearance?

- (PHONE VIBRATES)
- Hi, Greg.

Quick one - sure it's nothing.

Then, maybe don't phone me
about it.

Emma just called to say
the baby's not been kicking.

You know, it's normally
a right little Ronaldo,

but this morning
it's more of a Ronny Rosenthal.

More homosexual references,
please.

Footwork of Bob Fosse,
that kind of thing.

When did she last feel
any movement?

About 90 minutes ago.

Tell her to drink a pint
of ice-cold water.

That should get it moving.

Bit like chucking a pint
of cold water over Jakesy

- to wake him up.
- Exactly.

Isn't one of the school lot

a recruitment consultant now?

- Yeah, Welly.
- Oh, shit.

Is there anyone else?

He's amazing at it, amazingly.

He's a bit like
the Incredible Hulk,

only it's tequila
that sets him off.

Is this about the...?

Oh, Christ,
did you get struck off?

No, no. I did what I had to.

Meaning?

Just wonder
if a change of scenery

- might be good for me.
- (DISTANT SIREN WAILS)

OK, look at you!

Look who's here.

My God, Dr Adam!

Oh, my God.

I'm so glad you made it.

Can you believe
Mist is going home?

You've got to say hello.

Look who came to see you!

- (BABY GURGLES)
- Dr Adam.

I'm just very pleased
that everything's...

...turned out well
in the end.

Well, I actually got you
something.

Just to say thank you.

I mean, he wouldn't be here
without you.

Wow.

(CHUCKLES)

"World's best doctor."

I don't know about that, but...

You are.

Oh, joint best.

I got one for the lovely
Asian lady doctor, too,

so would you mind
passing it on?

Actually, she...

No problem.

- Do you want to hold him?
- Um, sure.

Yeah?

Yeah!

Cuddles.

Ah, yes!

Look.

You're going to be a surgeon
like Dr Adam when you grow up.

If that's
what he really wants to do.

Whatever he does, I'm sure
he'll make you very proud.

Well, I guess being a doctor
isn't everyone's cup of teeth.

- (BEEPING)
- Oh, sorry.

(OVER TANNOY) Labour ward,
room one, shoulder dystocia.

I have to...

Dr Adam...

Dr Adam,
you forgot your present!

Shoulder dystocia are two words

you never want to hear
as an obstetrician.

Baby's head delivers,
but its shoulders get stuck.

All the time this is going on,

baby's brain
isn't getting any oxygen.

Five minutes of that,
and it's irreversible damage.

(ALARM BLARES)

- (MOTHER PANTS)
- 3 minutes 20.

My name is Adam.
I'm one of the doctors.

I'm sure
your midwife has explained

the baby's head has come out,
but the body is stuck.

I want you to listen
to what I ask you to do,

and we'll get baby out.

- Get those knees up higher.
- (GROANS)

Higher. Prop her, McRoberts.

Doctor, come on,
you need to get him out!

- TRACY: It's all right.
- (SOBS)

3 minutes 40.

- (SOBS)
- What have you tried?

Wood's screw manoeuvre?
Posterior arm?

Tracy? Agnieska? Someone.

Suprapubic pressure,
rotating on all fours.

We couldn't reach
the posterior arm.

- You've emptied the bladder?
- Yes.

I'm going to put a hand inside
to help baby out.

(GROANS)

Fuck.
I need the on-call consultant

- in here now.
- OK.

That's four minutes.

Last resort, seen it once
three years ago.

Do one, teach one.

I'm going to have to break
your baby's collarbone

to get him out.

He should heal perfectly,
but there is a chance

it can damage
a nerve in his arm.

Please don't hurt my baby.

I don't have any other option.

Please, please!

- 4 minutes 20.
- My God. My God.

There's one other option.

I can make a cut
to divide your pubic bone.

Never seen it.

Can we have some time
to discuss this?

I've got less than one minute
to get your baby delivered...

...alive.

OK. Cut the bone.

- (PANTS)
- Local anaesthetic,

needle, syringe,
catheter, scalpel.

Do you understand
what I'm going to do?

(WHIMPERS)

You've got this.

Stay nice and calm for me,
darling.

Anaesthetic's going in.

OK?

- (MOANS)
- OK, darling. It's OK.

- (BONES CRACK)
- (SCREAMS)

Oh, God. (SOBS)

How is he?

Is he OK?

Is he OK?

One, 1,000.

Two, 1,000.

Three, 1,000.

(BABY CRIES)

(SIGHS)

Congratulations.

Fuck.

That was close.

You did really well in there,
Adam.

I thought
I was a menace to society

and a danger
to everyone I encounter.

Can't you just take
a compliment?

I'm not great at it, no.

Can we just go back
to insulting each other?

Get a haircut.

Going to have to hit me
harder than that.

Fine. Get a boyfriend.

(SIGHS)

Maybe slightly less hard.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

(SOBBING)

Everything OK?

I thought that baby
was going to die...

...right in front of me.

Yeah.

Me, too, to be honest,
but, hey, it didn't.

I just didn't know what to do.

- I was useless.
- You weren't useless.

You were actively
making things worse.

Not calling me
for three minutes,

then just standing there
while all the rest of us...

I'm sorry. I don't mean that.

I was exactly the same
as you at this stage.

Maybe a bit better.

And, yeah,
the job can be horrible.

So, you find ways
of dealing with it.

(SOBS)

Give me your bleep.

Take the rest
of the afternoon off.

Are you sure?

100%.

Decompress, phone your mum,
have a wank. Separately.

- Come on.
- Thank you, Adam.

(PAGER VIBRATES AND BEEPS)

Right, Dad's taking me
to the station now.

Um...

I'll be late, so don't wait up.

I'd check the invitation.

I imagine it says dress fancy,
not fancy dress.

Ha-ha.

Unless you're entertaining
the kiddies' table.

I get it.
You don't like my clothes,

you want me to be
more successful,

you wish I was straight.

I just want you to be happy.

- I was happy with Harry.
- Yes,

but, clearly, he wasn't
that happy with you, was he?

What do you know
about being happy, anyway?

I know that it's difficult
playing second fiddle

to somebody's job.

By the time
you've had children,

you're third fiddle.

You're practically sat back
with the cellos.

Not everybody is able
to cope with that.

Monica's nephew's a homosexual,
too.

There's a lot of it about.

He's a barrister.

We could...

...have them all over
for lunch.

Oh,
so it's just graphic designers

that you've got a bit
of a thing against, is it?

That was unkind. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if you think
I've been hard on you.

I don't...

...think you've been hard
on me.

Well, in that case,

I'm going to get you
some of your father's shoes

because those are barely fit
for gardening.

(MUSIC STARTS)

MINISTER: Would you please
be seated?

Ladies and gentlemen,

what a beautiful setting
we're in

and what a beautiful reason
we're here.

The celebration of love.

In the words
of Andrew Lloyd Webber,

"Love,
love changes everything."

I'd go one further.

Love is everything.

It completes us.

It fulfils us.

It makes the half whole.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
AND LAUGHTER)

Well, hello.

- Ah, hello.
- Hello, Emma.

Room for a little one?

(OTHERS LAUGH)

ADAM: Congratulations, Emma.

The table decorations
look really amazing.

Oh, they really do, don't they?

Is Harry in the bathroom?

No, he...he...

He didn't make it.

I thought that he...

...but, yeah,
it was a no-show, I'm afraid.

Oh, Adam.

That's awful.

Honestly, I'm having
a lovely time on my own.

We've got a reserve list of 20.

My cousin Harriet's fiancé
couldn't have a place.

They're actually
in a relationship.

Sorry.

How are you?

- I'm fine.
- Yeah?

Um...

Would you mind if we go
somewhere private quickly?

If this is about money,
can you speak to Gregory?

It's not about money.

- No?
- Can we try out here?

Excuse me.

Just here.

I just wanted to give you this.

Oh, is this a vibrator?

- It's not funny.
- No, no, no.

It's a sonic aid,
like in an antenatal clinic.

I just thought
the last few weeks

might be easier if, um...

Anyway. Well, I'll show you.

- So, you press this.
- Mm-hm.

And, yeah,
if you lift up your...

- Oh.
- Pop this...

...there.

Hold on.

Shit, sorry.
I think it might be dead.

What?

No, the battery.
The battery.

- Oh.
- Sorry, let me just...

Oh, no, that's what.

OK.

Right.

(HEARTBEAT THUMPS)

- (CHUCKLES)
- Oh!

Oh, listen.

Now, you can hear baby
whenever you want.

Incredible.
Thank you so much.

Best wedding gift, bar none.

Well, until the main present
arrives in a few weeks.

Of course. When are you due?

Oh, no, I meant the Maserati
from Greg.

Yeah.
It's got held up in Bologna.

- Long story.
- Hmm.

Shall we have a photo?

No, no, no, I'm all right. Oh.
(CHUCKLES)

- Oh.
- You have to look into the...

- Quite fast. Is...?
- (LAUGHS)

- Yay!
- Oh.

- OK.
- Yeah.

I am sorry
Harry couldn't make it.

I hope you can still enjoy
the day.

I'm really happy for you, Greg.

Ah. Well, that was
almost convincing.

I mean it.

Love is a very precious thing.

All right, Richard Curtis.

I'm sorry that Harry bailed.

But that does mean
that I can set you up with Ayo.

He works in derivatives,

and he's got a jawline
you could cut tiles with.

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Anyway, that would never work.
Ayo Kay?!

Gregorio!

Ladam!

Now, when am I up?

- Probably next...ten mins?
- Ah.

Right, shall we?

Oh, did you guys get a chance
to chat about work stuff yet?

Yeah, you got any jobs
for washed-up doctors?

Every day of the week, mate.

I must have placed, like,
three ex-doctors

into proper, grown-up,
six-figure roles -

minimum hours, maximum dosh.

- Dream scenario.
- Really?

Totalmente.

I mean, think of all those
transferable skills you've got.

Pulling babies out of vaginas?

Uno, problem solving.

Duo, time management.

Tru-o, empathy.

Yeah, well,
that's two out of three, then.

- (GLASS CLINKS)
- Ladies and gentlemen,

if you could please
take your seats

as the evening speeches
are about to commence.

Just call the office,
and we'll fix a meeting, yeah?

Boom.

Ding-dong, the legend's here.
Hello, everybody.

My name is Welly,
aka the well of all knowledge,

and I am the best man
to young Greg, here.

Now, a lot of people worry,
naturally, that marriage

is the biggest mistake
they'll ever make.

Not our Greg, though,
cos on his gap year,

he lost his virginity
to a prostitute

who looked like Pavarotti.
(LAUGHS)

Only cost him three tenors.

That was genius.

So sorry I'm late.

Isn't that my line?

Did you know there's
more than one Farnborough?

Yes.

And they're not close.
Look, I tried to text,

but I ran out of credit.

I don't care.

I'm just...

...glad you're here.

- How much have I missed?
- Um...

...not enough. Come on.

Isn't the wedding

where all those people
with dinner jackets are?

Exactly.

Come on.

"In lieu of wedding favours,
we have made a donation

"of £50 per person

"to Chipping Norton
Donkey Sanctuary."

Ugh. I hate donkeys.

Can I get the 50 quid
for myself?

How can you hate babies?

You what?

Baby horses.

No, donkeys are
not baby horses.

Well, what are they, then?

Donkeys.

Oh.

Well, I...I grew up in London.

I...they...

- We didn't have any...
- What, schools?

What would
your ideal wedding be?

Oh.

All right, OK, um...

Free booze,

loads of people, like,
everyone in my contacts list...

Estate agent.

HSBC.

Yeah, they love a party.

Um...

Massive curry, no speeches,

karaoke,

and a kebab at 3am.

It sounds nice.

(HARRY LAUGHS)

Hmm. We've finished it.

You can't do that.

Don't worry.
I'll go and get it.

- Woo!
- What are you doing?

Woo! Come on, Grandad.

Jesus!

Oh, this is cold. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, God.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

It's fresh.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Go on, then.

What would
your ideal wedding be?

Heated lake.

- Obviously.
- Obviously.

And otherwise,
the same as yours.

Because I'd be marrying you.

Adam...

Tell me
we weren't good together.

We were good,
but we were also quite bad.

But the bad stuff was...

...that was all to do
with my job.

You know,
medicine is not good for me.

It's, um...

...it's ruined my life.

And it destroyed us.

I don't think it was...

...that simple.

ADAM:
I'd like to say a few words.

Dr Kay, you may sit back down.

On the day in question,

I was working alongside
an SHO colleague

called Shruti Acharya.

Dr Kay...

She asked me to review
the patient in triage,

and then she assisted me
with the Caesarean.

Dr Acharya has since...

(BREATH TREMBLES)

Dr Acharya has since taken
her own life.

On the morning she died,

Shruti found out she'd passed

her Obs and Gynae
membership exams,

exams she worked
ridiculously hard for...

...on top of the 90-hour weeks,

on top of this complaint.

But she didn't see this
as a success.

The idea of carrying on working
in a broken system

under shoddy conditions

didn't feel like
any kind of future.

She was a great doctor.

Kind, focused, determined.

And it was still too much
for her.

It's too much for anyone.

I mean, you saw what it...

...what it turned me into.

I don't know
if I can do it any more.

Don't leave medicine for me.

One doctor,

in this country,
takes their own life

every three weeks.

And that should be
a national fucking headline

every time it happens,

and instead it's just brushed
under the carpet.

Doctors, nurses, midwives,
pharmacists, physios,

a million and a half of them...

...they don't do this
for the money,

for the kudos,
for the anything.

They do it because they care.

Day in, day out,
going the extra mile

to keep the rest of us
on the road.

That's a pretty fucking
special thing.

And you could do yourselves
a favour

to remember that
once in a while.

You know, I...

...I really miss you.

I know.

This is the bit where you say
that you miss me, too.

Yeah, I do.

Well, if you miss me, then...

...let's just...let's...

Why don't we give it
another go?

A proper go.

When you get all of me.

But it's what you do.

Being a doctor,
it's who you are.

Put your hand on your heart,

and tell me
you want to give all that up.

I don't think I can.

It's OK.

Come here.

It's OK.

(ENGINE STOPS)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

(DISTANT SIRENS)

WOMAN: Call an ambulance!

Can't call an ambulance
at a hospital.

Get someone, then!

Hello.

I'm Adam.
I'm one of the doctors.

- What kind of a doctor?
- Doesn't matter what kind!

Right, hello.

Baby's just sitting there,
ready to come out.

Probably best if we finish
what you've started.

Next contraction,
give me a nice big push.

Have you got anything
to put down on the seats?

Oh, is that ever going
to come out of the upholstery?

Honestly, Tim!

Shoelaces.

You're doing so well.
Nearly there. Nearly there.

(WHIMPERS)

Push, push. Push, push, push!

Here we go.

(WAILS)

(BABY CRIES)

Congratulations.

- Oh!
- Laces.

Something to cut the cord?

Hi.

What do we do now?

I think you have to feed it
for a few years,

let it live in your house,
and then send it to school.

Right, labour ward's
on the second floor

of that building there. Um...

...just give me a minute,
and I'll get you up there.

Thank you so much, Doctor!

Adam's a good name.

(GROANS)

For fuck's sake.