Bodies (2004) s02e03 Episode Script

NARRATOR: Previously on Bodies.
-It's her platelets.
-What? I spoke to Haematology, there's been a cockup with the blood results.
Why did you save Hurley's bacon so he can shit all over your career like he shat all over mine? You just want to keep me out of hospital.
-I'm Chrissy, by the way.
-Rob Lake.
We want Rob Lake to carry on in his post.
-I'll stay.
-But I'm offering you a good reference.
ROGER: This is your ticket away from all this hospital politics.
Like I said, Roger, I'm staying.
Right? Fucking hell.
(DOOR OPENING) Relax.
Breathe.
Breathe.
The thing, Tim, forget life and death and all that bollocks.
Just keep telling yourself it's just a job.
I call it a vocation.
That's why I wanted to do O&G.
You can't find a more vulnerable patient than a baby in the womb.
A vocation? Hmm.
Jesus Christ.
When you stop thinking of gynaecology as just a job, it starts affecting your relationship with women.
-Do you have a girlfriend, do you, Tim? -Yes.
-We're engaged.
-Oh, sweet.
And everything's as it was in that department? We're Christian.
Wedon't.
Well, that explains a lot.
-Did anybody see what happened? -They just found her collapsed.
Sorry, everyone out, please.
I heard you're not leaving.
The baby's still alive.
Good.
Nice of you to bring your girlfriend to visit us, Rob.
She's been comatose since admission.
She was found unconscious in an alleyway outside a pub in Moss Heath.
-Lovely.
-TONY: Knife.
-Where are the paediatricians? -They've been called, they're on the way.
Diagnosis, Tim.
-Eclampsia.
-Eclampsia.
And immediate delivery of the baby is the only treatment.
Blood pressure's dropping.
VF arrest.
Defib, please.
-No pulse.
-Tony? -Head as planned, empty the abdomen? -No, we wait for the paediatricians.
If the mother's gone into arrest, her condition is far worse than we first realised.
I don't want to lose them both.
Emptying the abdomen gives her a better chance of survival.
Thank you, Rob.
The mother, yes, who I don't hold out much hope for.
The baby, no, whom I still do.
Charging at 200 joules.
-Everybody clear.
-TONY: Everybody's clear.
Charging, 200.
Clear.
Set to 360.
Charging.
Clear.
VF.
No pulse.
One milligram of adrenalin.
-Chest compressions, please.
-TONY: Tim.
Giving adrenalin.
-Tony.
-We wait.
Now.
Sorry, we were right on the other side of the hospital.
I could have emptied this bloody abdomen two minutes ago.
Sorry.
POLLY: Doyens.
Meconium staining.
Fundal pressure.
-There she is.
She should be covered in tattoos.
-With a fag in its mouth.
Clamp.
Scissors.
-Who's taking? -I'm taking her.
Thank you.
Lots of meconium.
Shock again.
ROB: Charging.
Clear.
Charging.
Clear.
VF.
No pulse.
Chest compressions, adrenalin, please.
POLLY: Oxygen.
Come on, baby girl.
-Shock again, please.
-Shocking again.
Clear.
Clear.
Still VF.
Shit! Look, we can carry on if you want.
It's your call, Tony.
-No, we're pissing in the wind.
-Okay.
Mother's time of death, 9:10 am.
(SIGHING) (BABY CRYING) There we go, there we go.
Everyone loses one sometimes.
Your gift for platitude.
That must be what the hospital decided they couldn't afford to lose, is it? Hurley just came to me.
He's changed his mind.
He said he wants it to be a new start for both of us.
And you believed him? Well, maybe we can just get on for a while.
Then he'll let me get another job.
Let you? He said it'd be a new start.
(TONY SCOFFS) I'll keep my head down, play the faithful servant.
Well, tell me, Tony, what other fucking choice have I got? Tony, next one's on the table.
(DOOR BUZZING) -Morning, Roger.
-Morning, Maya.
-How are you? -Good, thanks.
-Just give me a minute, please? -Sure.
Yeah? -Donna, hi.
-Hi.
I don't know if you know, but we've cleared up the uncertainty regarding the Registrar position.
-Oh, okay.
-I've decided to keep Rob Lake on.
Right, Roger.
(MOBILE RINGING) Mr Hurley's phone.
I'll pass that on.
It was your wife.
She says to call her when you get a chance.
Thank you.
You can use the office if you like, Roger.
I'm due to start the drug round anyway.
-Thanks, Donna.
-Okay.
-Roger, is everything okay? -Yes, we were just discussing ward business.
No, I meant at home.
Thank you, Maya.
Hi.
It's me.
(DOOR BUZZING) I'm Roger Hurley, consultant.
We're gonna take a look inside your abdomen with a little telescope to enable us to take a good look at the ovaries and the fallopian tubes and also the outside of the womb.
And this will allow us to see if there is a cause for the pain you've been having.
-Sorry I'm late, boss, I was covering in A&E.
-No problem.
No problem at all.
This is Mr Lake.
Our Registrar.
He'll be doing the procedure with me today.
-Hi.
-Hello.
-Any questions? -What are the risks of the procedure? Well, no medical procedure is without risk.
I have to caution you, there's a risk of bleeding or of damage to the internal organs, but it's a very small risk.
So you're happy for us to proceed as planned? Good.
That's routine pre-op, please, Maya.
-Thank you.
-Thanks.
Boss, erm I had a look over her notes earlier.
There's parts of her history that fit with IBS or some other GI pathology.
And I was just thinking maybe we should do an ESR.
Refer her for sigmoidoscopy if the lap and dye's NAD.
That's probably a good thought.
-Thank you, Rob.
-Okay.
Sorry, Maya, can I have a word? I know you were probably counting on being in on the laparoscopy list.
But Rob's the Registrar and his training does come first, so I hope you'll understand.
I'm sorry.
Good, thank you.
You were probably right to try and wait for the paediatricians.
The state the mum was in, we probably would have lost them both.
I know I'm right.
I'm always right.
It's my figures.
They're knackered now, aren't they? I haven't had a maternal death for three and a half years.
Well, that in itself is a good figure.
Honestly, Tony, I wouldn't let it get to you.
-But it does, Polly.
-Tony, this is the girls' changing rooms.
Yeah, I'm a boy.
Just a little boy in need of some comfort.
Polly, have you met our new department manager, Chrissy Farrell? But pardon me, this is an area for clinical staff only.
Mrs Obi-Nadozie was kindly giving me a tour of theatres.
Oh.
So, Polly, I'll just cut out the ovaries and she'll be as right as rain.
Roger says that you're staying.
So it's official, then? -You're not gonna get rid of me that easily.
-Might have been easier if you had gone.
Better? No, just easier.
No abnormalities of the ovaries, Rob.
And the fallopian tubes appear normal.
-Yeah.
-Inject the dye please, Rob.
Good.
-Nurses said you'd be here.
-We're taking turns in giving her cuddles.
I'm writing up the report on the operation and I was just wondering if there's any more details on the mum.
No, the police are still trying to identify her.
And they won't be able to trace next of kin till they do -so we've got Social Services involved.
-Oh, okay.
We'll leave it up to you guys.
The baby's got hepatosplenomegaly and moderate lymphadenopathy.
-You thinking of syph? -We're doing a full infection screen.
-Okay, well, like I said, we'll leave it to you.
-No problem.
What was that about syph? Enlarged liver and spleen and raised lymph nodes are a sign of intrauterine syphilis.
Right.
And what will Social Services do? Well, if there's not an appropriate guardian for the infant, then she'll be taken into care and put up for adoption.
But we don't have anything to do with all that? We just deliver them.
Laura Johnson, the lap and dye, was asking if you'd speak to her.
Yeah, okay, no problem.
-How you feeling? -Feel okay.
-Did it go well? -Fine.
-Good.
-No pain, no bleeding? -No.
-No problems passing urine? -No.
-Sorry.
-Well, we found nothing out of the ordinary.
-It's good to know I'm ordinary.
Medically there was nothing wrong with you, as far as we can tell.
Often in cases like these, the patient's symptoms will clear up spontaneously, so I can give you a clean bill of health and have you on your way home.
-Thank you.
-Okay.
You okay to write her up? GP follow up.
No OPA.
Good.
What if it doesn't get any better? You speak to your GP and he'll refer you back to us again.
Or we could make an outpatient's appointment for you.
Check on your progress in, say, six months.
I'll go make a note about your outpatient's appointment.
-Thank you.
-All right.
Book her in for an OPA, six months, will you? Thanks.
(PHONE RINGING) For God's sake.
Gynae.
Who's calling? No problem.
Donna? Your husband's on the phone.
Can you transfer it through here, please? Hello? Hello? Nothing.
Like I'm a bloody secretary now.
Maya.
For God's sake.
Hello? Yeah, I'll just transfer you now.
Hello? So why did you do it? -I wanted to hear his voice.
-And hearing his voice, what does that do? I don't know.
It makes him ask me, ''Who was that bloke?'' And why would he ask you that? You wanted to hear his voice, he now thinks he's heard yours.
Do you think he knows it's me? He thinks probably there's someone else, probably someone at work, probably one of the doctors.
It's so much easier for you, no questions, no lies.
-When's the next M&M meeting? -There's one this week.
Maternal death.
Christ.
Can't really put a happy spin on one of those.
Baby survived.
Bloody hell.
I keep getting messages from some tosser at Bing, Stornoway, Carroll.
Polly, we're gonna have to bring forward the larger FSD trial.
Tony, the drug doesn't work.
It's about as much use as homeopathy.
If they get wind that we skewed the original data, we'll lose our funding and it will be the end of our research careers.
So let's just do the trial and get the drug company off our back.
Don't you get how much I need brownie points right now? This way, we won't get caught and nobody will know.
Tony, I'll know.
This research thing, all we ever do is argue.
Why don't we just discuss it over dinner? You know, a nice meal, a couple of glasses of fruity red wine.
Chrissy, having another tour? Mr Whitman, can I talk to you somewhere more private? Coffee break.
Sorry.
Well, I just wanted to take up with you if it was normal practice for a male member of staff to be in the female changing room.
You see, that's a management mindset, make a rule about this, lay down a guideline about that, but doctors, they realise there's always going to be the rare, atypical event.
Well, I might be inclined to think it was rare and untypical.
But then I discovered your previous SHO filed a complaint of sexual harassment against you.
Basically, she shagged me, by mistake, and then she got the hump about it.
What happened was a peccadillo.
She thinks it's like an armadillo.
-I don't.
-What does it mean, then? Mr Whitman, you show no remorse nor any willingness to change.
Oh, dear, Polly.
It seems the management have been forced yet again to relax their recruitment policy.
Okay, Tony, so a minute ago, you were bleating on about needing big brownie points.
You just can't stop yourself, can you? The University Hospital are continuing to lobby for the High Risk Pregnancy Unit to be awarded to them.
Now, we have to beat them to it.
What I want to know is, what are we doing to have that unit on this site? (MOBILE RINGING) Sorry, I really need to take this call.
Sorry.
I know.
You, too.
Well, I've been looking at ways of creating a brand image for the hospital Chrissy, sorry.
Harriet.
Harriet, that's not what I meant.
-Roger? -Hold on a sec.
-Have you heard about Tony Whitman? -Sorry, Paul, do you mind? I'm on the phone.
Have you heard about Tony Whitman having a maternal death? No.
How come you know and I don't? That's exactly my point, Roger.
Just how focused are you on your department at the moment? Yes, yes, I'm still here.
-You rang, my lady? -I had to call.
-This one's VIP.
-Ah, and you wanted to cover yourself.
-Thought never entered my head, Doctor.
-What is she? -Health Minister? Head of the NHS? -Local MP.
Come in.
Of course, yeah.
I've got to go, I'll call you back.
Sorry about that, Dorothy.
Hello.
-I did say I didn't want any special treatment.
-You've come to the right place, then.
I'm Polly Grey, the Registrar on call for Obstetrics.
Sarah Tankard.
This is my husband Graham.
-Hello.
-Thanks very much for seeing me.
I saw a Ms Sharma for all my antenatal appointments.
She was really helpful.
I think it would be best if the consultant sees you.
Oh, really, please, no special treatment.
-I hear you've been experiencing contractions.
-That's right, Polly.
I think it would be excellent news if you were to win this bid for the High Risk Pregnancy Unit.
Though I do know your Chief Executive has one or two concerns about the cost.
-Baby's doing well.
-Good.
There's one contraction and then no more.
Have they stopped? Yes, they have.
-May I examine you internally? -Is that necessary? I could always just try and guess, if you prefer.
(PHONE RINGING) Sarah Tankard.
Yeah, no, carry on.
Is that for today's edition? (INHALING DEEPLY) Right, let's set up a telephone interview, okay? Thank you.
The cervix is firm and undilated.
Nothing suggests that this is the onset of labour.
I think you've just had a run of what we call Braxton Hicks contractions.
I understand.
-False alarm.
-Thank you, Polly.
Thank you, Dorothy.
When she comes back in, tell management straightaway.
They'll be really pissed off with us if they think they've missed out the chance to do some big-time sucking up to the local MP.
-Hi.
-She's sleeping.
(WHISPERING) Sorry.
What brings you here? Oh, I just I wanted to see how she was getting on.
-Oh.
-Okay.
-Are you Mr Cummins? -Yeah.
I'm Beth Lucas, I'm the Paediatric Registrar looking after you daughter.
I'm very sorry about what happened to your wife.
-Oh, it's a girl, then? -Yes, she's just here.
She's sleeping.
BETH: She's doing well.
But I'm afraid she's got an infection.
It's syphilis.
Mr Cummins, I know it's a shock, erm, particularly with the loss of your wife.
But we are treating the infection with penicillin injections.
And we'll be doing a hearing test, as a common association is deafness.
Christ.
Look, I know it's difficult, but please think of your baby.
She needs to be looked after.
She needs a parent.
(PAGER BEEPING) Hi.
It's Mr Lake.
There's an outside call for me.
Thank you.
Hello? No, I remember you.
We did the laparoscopy and everything was normal.
Is everything okay? Laura, I don't think that's a very good idea.
Afternoon.
Mortality and Morbidity meeting this week, isn't it, Tony? Don't know.
Haven't checked my diary.
I suppose it must be that little bit harder for you to adjust with all this transparency.
Afternoon.
-Hi, Roger.
-Chrissy.
Even if he's heard rumours about the maternal death, he can't know the details.
Sooner or later, Polly, in this hospital everyone knows everything and nothing.
See the game at the weekend, Rob? -Horrendous.
-I know.
-We need you managing us.
-Nah, you couldn't afford me.
See ya.
Not sure I quite know why Paul hired her.
Any idea, Rob? That's probably only the second time I've spoken to her.
Really? She's a footie fan.
She's a supporter, you could say.
Everyone, sorry, we should get on.
I don't think it was Roger's decision to keep me on.
Well, if it wasn't his, it must have been management.
Why don't you ask Chrissy? You and her seem very chummy.
He must think that they've done some kind of deal with me -if I agree to spy on him or something.
-Are you? -What? -Spying on him? Of course not.
What do you think I am? A whistle-blower? Fucking hell.
I can't believe that he still sees me as a threat.
You're going to have to be a very, very good boy, Rob.
-Hi.
-Hiya.
-Found it all right, then? -Yeah, no problem.
-Do you want a drink? -I'll go with a white wine.
Okay.
Chardonnay, Sauvignon? Not Chardonnay.
Mate, can I get a white Sauvignon? And I'll have another one of these, please.
-So, how are you feeling? -Good.
Thank you.
-Shall we grab a table? -Yeah.
-So, you're a Registrar, right? -Yeah.
That's like on the way to being a consultant? Mmm.
Yeah, suppose so.
-What do you do? -I run my own business.
We're a small company that does marketing and promotional work.
The kind of thing where you stand around in the middle of a shopping mall making people get new credit cards? You make it sound really shit.
Sorry.
It's one of the things we do.
We do other work as well.
Could you Could you get into trouble for this? People say you can kill as many patients as you want, but you'd better not get caught going out with one.
Maybe you're right, then.
Maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Or maybe you should get me to sign a consent form.
Oh, fuck! I need a condom.
What's that? A friend of mine did a drugs trial at your hospital.
Gave me these to try.
-Well, what is it? Something to do with the female sexual function.
Does it work for you? It really works for me.
(BOTH GRUNTING) Does that bother you? Yeah.
Do you want to leave? Yeah.
You're gonna finish fucking me first, aren't you? Yeah.
Oh, shit.
Hi, honey, I'm home.
-Where have you been? -Out.
Your dinner's in the dog.
I didn't expect you over tonight.
Night shifts.
He leaves for work before I'm due home.
May as well make the most of it while we can.
That's nice.
I'm sorry it's this way.
Maybe sometimes I don't think what it's like for you.
-Hi, Pol.
-Hi.
Hey, erm -You must be quids in on that research project.
-Why? A mate of mine's girlfriend tried bisphenafil.
Said it totally did the job.
What mate? A mate.
This is important medical information, and more importantly, gossip.
Sorry, Pol.
-Solemn duty to respect medical confidentiality.
-Mmm.
-This isn't a wind-up? -No, seriously.
She said it works.
My mate's girlfriend.
(CHUCKLES) Roger not here yet? Did he call to say he was gonna be late? Morning.
Let's nip round, shall we? -Where's Donna? -I haven't seen her.
She called in sick or something.
Rob, I don't think there's anyone who is a worry.
Not much training value, so Maya and I can go round if you've got other things to do.
Sure.
Who do I need to see in here? Sorry, I don't know.
Maya, let's have a word.
Is there still a problem? I'm worried I should be asking you the same question.
-Why? -I think you must not be happy with my work and I don't know what I've done to annoy you.
Maya, I really don't know what's given you that impression.
The other day I only asked if everything was okay and you got really arsey with me.
I took a call for you on your phone and it was your wife.
And you seemed like you were having a problem and all I did was ask if everything was okay and you sort of shut the door on me.
Well, maybe I'm a bit oversensitive when it comes to my family.
It just really upset me, that's all.
I've been worried ever since that maybe you don't want me on your firm.
I'm pleased with your work, Maya, and if I upset you, then I apologise.
-Thank you, Roger.
-Okay.
Oh, I was just about to bleep you.
8:00, all right tonight? Dinner? Tonight? What? No, I never No, I can't do dinner tonight.
Sorry.
-But I've booked a table and everything.
-I've arranged to meet a friend.
Trust me, it could be to your benefit.
I thought the list went well today.
I'd be happy to go round the patients later if you need to get away.
Thank you.
It was you who invited me to stay on, Roger.
We agreed that it'd be a new start for both of us.
-Mr Cummins.
-Oh, shit, it's you.
This place is like a frigging maze.
Where's the children's ward? -I can take you up.
-All right, ta.
Have you thought any more about what's going to happen to your baby? Yeah, that stuff you said about thinking of the baby, it's been on my mind a lot.
Anyway, her grandmother wants to help and so does a friend of mine -so, you know, between us we reckon we can do it.
-That's great.
-You thought of a name for her? -Fuck knows.
The reason I wanted to move over from A&E was that you never get to follow the patients.
Once they leave the department, you never know what happens to them.
Bloody hell.
Could you bleep the consultant on call for Obstetrics, please? And also put me through to the hospital manager's office.
Polly, she's back, the MP.
It's okay.
I'll see her.
-No, it's all right.
I'm bleeping the on-call team.
-No, no need.
Tony.
MP, big brownie point, mmm? (SARAH GROANING) Hello, I'm Mr Lake.
I'm the Registrar.
Mr Hurley, the Consultant, is on his way.
Mr Whitman, our firm is covering labour ward today.
We're fine.
Thanks, Rob.
Does Mr Hurley know that you've taken over? Well, Polly saw her first, so you might say, ''We saw her first!'' So could you call Roger and say it was a false alarm? Rob, whatever you say, I've got this covered.
-Where is she? -Mr Whitman's with her.
He checked in the notes and apparently his firm saw her when she attended with Braxton Hicks.
We're covering labour ward, she's ours.
Tony.
Could you prepare theatre for a Caesarean section, please? The patient's name is Ms Tankard.
Thank you.
Tony, what What are you doing? There's been some late decelerations on the CTG so I think better safe than sorry.
-There isn't a problem with Ms Tankard, is there? -No, no.
No, not at all.
Merely addressing the question of professional etiquette.
-I have continuity of care.
-I'm on call.
I'd love to debate this point with you, Roger, but I've got a big bouncing brownie point to deliver.
Paul, I'm the Senior Consultant.
Yes, but I think Mr Tennant will agree that I'm the more experienced obstetrician.
Yeah, who's been investigated for sexual harassment.
(SARAH WAILING) Mr Whitman.
Mr Hurley.
There's a clinical point that we've not actually discussed about the patient yet.
-What is it, Rob? What have we missed? -Pray tell.
It's up to you, it's probably not my place to say, but you're asking a manager to make a clinical decision.
Sod this guy.
Doctors deal with doctors, don't they? Paul Tennant.
I'm the Unit General Manager.
I'd like to ensure that there's a private room available for a maternity patient.
All sorted, Paul.
Yes, Mr Tennant, there'll be no call for management, thank you.
Whatever you said, Mr Lake, well done.
I better get to theatre.
Two consultants.
Two, and she's still not happy.
Bollocks.
What's happened? She says she's not asking for any special treatment but she'd prefer a female obstetrician.
(CHUCKLES) What? Erm, nothing.
(EXCLAIMS) What? I think the phrase you used was medical confidentiality.
Hi, Rob.
Hiya.
Polly, have you got a minute? -Erm, yeah, sure.
-Okay.
Erm I don't want to sound like some kind of nosy cow or anything but, erm I was just worried that maybe you thought there was no one to turn to about this.
I just wanted to let you know that I'm here to help if you need me.
Help with what? Mr Whitman.
He's sexually harassing you, isn't he? This can be off the record.
Mr Whitman has at no time sexually harassed me.
Our relationship has been productive and professional throughout my time on his firm.
Right.
Okay, then.
What was all that about? She wanted me to grass Tony up for his futile attempts to get into my knickers.
And? What do you think? I told her to fuck off.
So, it was nothing to do with his maternal death.
You know they find out about everything, don't they? Do they? He did have a maternal death.
Rob, my boss isn't the one who's the problem in this department.
What would you have said to her if she'd asked you about Hurley? I'd have told her the same thing.
Tony has a good expression.
He says He says some people sit on the fence because they enjoy the sensation.
If the midwives had bleeped you instead of me, I hope you still would have told me that Tony was trying to steal my case.
Knowing him, he'd have told you not to.
What am I supposed to do? I'm a Registrar, he's a consultant.
I know, Rob, sorry, but he's not your consultant, is he? I am.
It's horrible, this one-upmanship.
It has nothing to do with treating patients.
But the reality is that it's how we gain the power to do things the way we think they should be done.
In the same vein, it would have been good to know that Tony Whitman had had a maternal death.
He's a colleague, too.
No doctor wants the whole world to know about their misfortune.
Of course.
Of course, but 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.
I think we should press on with the larger trial looking at the potential benefits of bisphenafil.
Thank God, at last.
What brought you to your senses? It's hard to pick out a specific seminal event.
This month's figures for the Whitman firm.
Obstetrics first.
Please, carry on as normal.
I wasn't aware that this month's M&M was to receive a royal visit.
Consider me a mystery shopper.
Whitman firm, Obstetrics.
57 live births.
Perinatal mortality, zero.
Maternal mortality, one.
The patient was moribund on admission and expeditious intervention was required for both the mother and the baby.
Unfortunately, resuscitation was unsuccessful.
However, we did continue with the baby girl and I'm pleased to say that she is doing very, very well.
She has gone home with her father.
57 live births, 11by Caesarean section, giving 19.
3% deliveries by Caesarean section, keeping within the Department of Health target of 20% or less.
I am concerned about this maternal death.
It reflects badly on the unit.
Although I'm sure everything possible was done -Was everything possible done? -Yes.
Yes, it was.
Well, perhaps it would also be educational to explore the management of the mother's resuscitation.
Certainly.
Would it be correct to say that the mother suffered a cardiac arrest? Yes, Roger.
She suffered a VF arrest and was given three cycles of CPR.
Presumably this is three cycles following the abdomen being emptied.
The mother's condition was extremely poor, making resuscitation certain to be unsuccessful.
My judgement was to wait for paediatric support.
If we had emptied the abdomen immediately, it would doubtless have led to losing the baby as well.
So you're saying resuscitation of the mother was certain to be unsuccessful? The mother's condition was very poor indeed.
Well, I wasn't there so I'll have to give way.
My registrar was there, I believe.
Rob.
Rob.
If the abdomen had been, erm, emptied earlier then the mother's condition might have been potentially salvageable.
However you want to quibble about the mother's condition, the fact is I acted to save the baby and I did save the baby.
You shouldn't need reminding, Tony.
Until it's born, the baby is not the patient, the mother is.
All right, you two, do me a favour, piss off! All his cockups! All the time that prick has shafted you! All the support I've ever given you! -I'm a junior, he's my boss.
-All that's forgotten, Rob! I have spent six months fighting Roger, fighting this hospital, fighting the whole fucking system.
All of a sudden I've got a chance to get my career back on track.
Now for you, the choice between playing a game or playing Billy Big Bollocks seems like some kind of sport.
-To me, it is fucking survival.
-Does that include pissing on your colleagues? I'm your ally, he's your enemy.
And you chose to piss on me, Rob.
-It's what you did.
-I didn't have a choice.
-I have never had a choice.
-Everyone has a choice, son! -Do they? -Yes! And do you know who you chose? A man who looks like a gay Bobby Ewing! Hi.
I'm calling to see if Sister Rix has left a number that she might be contactable on.
Rix.
No, she's not been into work and I've got to talk to her about a gynae patient.
Okay, I'll hold.
Stay away from my wife! (GROANING) NARRATOR: Next time on Bodies.
-Pull.
-Yeah.
You seen Roger? -Not lately.
-Oh, it's funny that, seeing as how you two are rapidly becoming this hospital's answer to Rod Hull and Emu.
And is he the only man whose wife you've ever slept with? Fuck you.
I could end up with a dead mother and two dead babies.
You've made your choice, Rob.
Now you live with the consequences.