Bodies (2004) s02e04 Episode Script

NARRATOR: Previously on Bodies.
I don't think it was Roger's decision to keep me on.
I can't believe that he still sees me as a threat.
Could you get into trouble for this? She's a supporter, you could say.
I could have emptied this bloody abdomen two minutes ago.
It would have been good to know that Tony Whitman had had a maternal death.
My registrar was there, I believe.
Rob.
All of a sudden, I've got a chance to get my career back on track.
To me, it is fucking survival.
(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING) INSTRUCTOR: Come on, guys, more effort.
Teamwork, teamwork.
University Hospital computerised their outpatients department.
We computerised all our departments.
They initiated a paper recycling drive that won them a local government award.
Come on, guys.
More effort.
We became the first hospital in the region to adopt paperless administration.
That's excellent.
Teamwork, teamwork.
But the High Risk Pregnancy Unit's the icing on the cake.
That's good, that's good, that's good.
We've got to have it, Roger.
We've got to be top dog.
I'm behind you, Paul.
One hundred percent.
Come on.
A little bit more effort.
Fuck off.
-ROGER: What about the cost? -The cost? -I mean, what's it all costing? -Oh, we've got UH beat in that, too.
Their budget overspend for the year is forecast to be 10 to 15.
10 to 15 thousand? 10 to 15 million.
-Fuck.
-This is good, guys.
Well, like I say, we've got them beaten.
-Ours is better.
-Yeah, much better.
Our budget overspend's nearly twice as much.
Hiya.
Surinda Kaur, delivery room 1.
What happened to you? Jealous husband? Champagne cork.
Surinda, the doctor's here to see you.
Hello, Surinda.
I'm Mr Lake.
I'm the Obstetric Registrar on call tonight.
(SPEAKING PUNJABI) -Do we have an interpreter? -We'd be lucky.
You've been bleeding.
(SPEAKING PUNJABI) Any pain? Okay.
Lots of pain or little pain? Little pain? Okay.
Two babies.
Two babies? I'm going to have to examine you now, okay? Feel for the babies.
Pad count, three so far.
I'm going to do an internal examination.
Okay.
Good.
I don't want to examine her more deeply, just in case I make the bleeding worse.
I want to get a scan down here, see what's going on inside, and I'm going to wait and call Mr Hurley.
Rob.
Things are fine between Roger and me.
We're on the same team.
I'm calling him.
(PAGER BUZZING) These are my results in the specific age bracket of 18 to 45 years.
Women of reproductive age have the most to lose from ovarian disease.
This data shows that even in quite refractory cases, combination therapy makes ovarian salvage achievable.
I'm very sorry, I am on call tonight so there's only time for one quick question.
Roger.
Very impressive and all that.
But most of us would treat with caution studies that haven't been peer-reviewed.
You're absolutely correct, Tony.
I received confirmation this morning from the British Medical Journal that my paper's been approved and will be published next month.
-Excellent.
-Cock.
-Thank you.
-Well done.
Absolute cock.
Mr Whitman? Ben Hill, executive director of new products, Bing, Stornoway & Carroll.
Benny Hill.
-That was really good, Roger.
-Thank you, Maya.
Save the best line till last.
First rate, Roger.
Thanks, Paul.
I thought it went down well.
There are a couple of executives from Schmidt Bremer I can collect up your notes, if you like, and put them in your office.
I don't like to leave them there overnight.
I tend to take them home with me.
Oh, well, if you give me your car keys, I could put them in the boot for you.
Good.
All sorted.
Erm, Paul, I should get this air-call before They are keen for you to give a more prominent role to their products in your study of ovarian disease.
Now, I've opened up a discussion about their funding an HDU bed for your High Risk Pregnancy Unit.
The HDU bed was your idea, Roger.
You told me it was essential to make our bid for the HRPU credible.
-Yes, I did, Paul, but I'm on call -And this way we get it and it won't worsen our budget deficit.
Roger, this is your vision for making the O&G Department a centre of excellence.
Okay.
(SURINDA WAILING) Pad count is six.
Hi, it's Mr Lake.
Did Mr Hurley definitely receive his air-call? Can you air-call him again please? And air-call Mr Whitman.
A high dependency bed would give us the requisite monitoring equipment and train staff to allow us to take on more difficult and complicated labours.
(PAGER BEEPING) I've been emailing you so we can discuss the status of the new bisphenafil trial.
Love to, Ben, but lives to save.
Sorry.
Set something up via my secretary.
-Is Roger on his way.
-I don't know.
Should he be? I need him here.
I need another pair of experienced hands.
Sorry.
-What other languages do you speak? -I did French GCSE.
(DOOR BUZZING) Sort out the transfusion, please.
I've got a severe APH in here carrying twins.
Roger's not answering his air-call.
-I can't take over another consultant's case.
-You can if the other consultant is detained and all you're doing is stepping into the breach until he arrives.
I can't believe you've got the gall to ask for my help after the way you two shat on me at the last M&M meeting.
I'm not asking you to help me, Tony.
I'm not asking you to help Roger.
Both babies in there are still alive.
They stand a very good chance of survival if there are two of us who know what we're doing.
I could end up with a dead mother and two dead babies.
You've made your choice, Rob.
Now you live with the consequences.
Fuck you.
(SURINDA WAILING) Right, let's get her to theatre.
-ROB: Okay.
Everything ready? -Yeah.
Knife.
Thank you.
Retraction.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Okay.
Step out please, Hazel.
I can deliver this first one.
Doyens out, Maya.
Fundal pressure, please.
Ah, come on.
ROB: Clamp.
ROGER: Clamp.
Scissors.
Thank you.
Airway's a bit clogged.
Oxygen.
Shit.
Uterus is contracting down.
ROGER: Oh, shit.
ROB: Second one's a transverse lie.
ROGER: I can't get hold of it.
-More suction.
-Pressure's dropping.
-She's losing a lot of blood.
-We're trying, for Christ's sake.
Shit.
-Shit.
-Wrigley's.
-You've got it? -No.
-Can you get it? -No.
You on him? No.
Shit.
Uterus has contracted right around him.
Boss, we've got to extend the incision here.
Fuck.
Knife.
-You've cut me.
-What? -I think you cut me.
-Is it bad? I've got its head.
Okay.
Forceps.
Here.
-Got it.
-Pull.
Yeah.
Clamp.
Clamp.
Scissors.
Go.
Another clamp.
I need a new glove, please.
Eight and a half.
How's your hand? -Seems pretty shallow.
-Wash it out, Rob.
-I will in a minute.
-Wash it out now, please, just in case.
Suction.
(BABY CRYING) Hazel, she's yours.
He's not doing anything.
I'm going to intubate.
The placenta's out.
Looks much better in here.
Tom? Yup.
Pressure's good.
Synto? Please, 10 plus 40.
Green Armytage.
TOM: Synto.
10 bolus followed by 40 units in 500 mils.
Normal saline.
Chest compressions.
Okay.
-Looks like we've got haemostasis.
-Yeah.
Okay, let's close.
Suture.
Rob, I can take a blood sample off her for HIV and Hep.
Unless you want to wait for consent.
-Do me a favour, just take it.
-Yeah.
Sure.
(BABY CRYING) Rob, here's the blood sample from the patient.
Cheers, Tom.
The first baby's doing well.
She's with her mother now.
Thanks.
Family don't speak much English and I'm having a problem getting an interpreter.
-Maya, would you be able to translate? -Sure, Roger, no problem.
(SPEAKING PUNJABI) You did everything right, Rob.
I was detained longer than expected.
I was under pressure to secure funding for the High Risk Pregnancy Unit.
Securing a high standard of equipment and appropriately trained staff is essential to the success of the unit.
We'd be giving better, safer treatment to hundreds of mothers and babies.
Women like her.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-How are you feeling? -Me? They said you were off sick.
Oh, yeah, that.
I'm fine.
Fine now, thanks.
Tried getting your home number but, you know Yeah.
So, what happened to you? Hand's one thing, the eye's another.
Here.
-Was it him? -What? Someone came up to me in the car park from behind.
Didn't get a good look at him, probably my age, my size.
No, he wouldn't do that.
You told me that he asked you if you were seeing someone at work.
A doctor.
Now this.
Why does it have to be him that's done it? 'Cause of something he said.
I didn't quite catch it, but Something about me and his wife.
And is he the only man whose wife you've ever slept with? Yeah.
(SCOFFS) Fuck you.
Morning.
Mr Whitman, you're normally in at 8:00.
Traffic was moody.
Your contract does clearly state that you should complete your committed hours to the NHS.
I come in at 8:00 so that I can do some admin before theatre.
I'm actually supposed to be in at 9:00.
So, you see, I'm late for me, but actually I'm 45 minutes early.
If a member of staff says they're going to be in by 8:00, then 8:15 is 15 minutes late by anyone's reckoning.
No.
Let me just explain to you again.
You see You recorded a maternal death last month.
Now, though we've decided not to institute a formal review of your work A senior consultant under review? Surely that would ruin your chances of winning the bid for the High Risk Pregnancy Unit.
We will, however, be closely monitoring your performance and your conduct.
Oh, so I'm not officially under review, but I'm under review, hmm? Well, of all the things that go on in this sodding department, isn't it bloody typical that you lot choose to focus on me? Is there someone else I should be worried about? If you have concerns about another member of staff, then please say so.
Forget it.
Then I will be following your cases on a day-to-day basis, while Terry here will observe that you arrive at the appointed time, leave at the appointed time, and attend to your lists and clinics and so forth.
I trust there are no problems with that.
My name isn't Terry.
All good.
Good.
BETH: So, moving on, we need to examine the arms.
Think of things like Erb's palsy following a traumatic delivery.
Hiya.
How's the baby doing? -Good.
-Good.
-Rob.
-Boss.
Sorry I'm so behind.
Budget meeting.
Look, I would've come to see Surinda Kaur first thing.
Sure.
Forget something? How are things today? -Hi, Rob.
-Hiya.
-Can I get a decaf skinny latte please? -Yes.
Have you got five minutes to drink that? Sure.
-It's all right.
We'll bring it over.
-Great.
So, how's it going? -Fine.
-Who have you got this weekend? Oh, erm, some rubbish.
Fulham or Villa.
We've got each other next month.
I could probably get tickets.
I have to check my Check my on calls.
Yeah, of course.
Cheers.
-Can I ask you a question? -Okay.
What's the big secret in the O&G department? There isn't another Shipman at large, is there? Not that I know of.
So, there's nothing I ought to know about? What? Listen, Chrissy, I've got to go.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -Hiya.
-Hi.
So, have you slept with someone else? Yes.
Right.
It was a one-night stand.
It's over.
She was married, too? I found out afterwards that she was, yeah.
I'm sorry if it's hurt you.
It's finished.
You're the only married woman in my life now.
-Hi, Tim.
-Hi.
Are those the TCIs? Yes, Joan Smith, lap query, laparotomy.
-Lap and dye -Let's just go and have a look at them.
Okay.
Joan Smith Laparoscopy possible laparotomy.
Seen in Outpatients complaining of lower abdominal pain.
Ultrasound scan showing irregular ovarian mass.
Hello, Joan.
Hello, Joan.
I'm Polly Grey, the Gynaecology Registrar.
I will be assisting Mr Whitman in your operation today.
So hopefully we should Erm Excuse me.
-Tim, will you carry on for me, please? -Yeah.
Okay.
Polly, what's going on? I'm consenting the TCIs.
Don't tell me that's my patient? That's the patient's mother, surely.
No.
She's 70 if she's a day.
Give or take.
No, she's too old.
Old people get complications and shit.
No, Polly, no.
Is this a new rule of yours, Tony? You heard what management are up to, Polly.
I don't want anything going wrong here in the next month, okay? Then I'll get a big tick in my box, as it were, and everybody will be happy.
Have you thought about not doing any operations at all? That would keep your complication rate right down.
No, Tony.
No.
So what do we do with her? Joan Smith.
You heard, erm, Roger's presentation the other night? Tell him she's, erm, an interesting case of ovarian disease.
He'll be creaming himself to open her up.
You're the consultant, you tell him.
Bloody hell, Polly, do I have to do everything myself around here? You seen -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.
Good one, Tony.
Keep them coming.
Roger.
A very interesting presentation the other evening.
Really? You yawned through most of it.
Oh, it's contagious, you know.
Some twat on the row behind me started me off.
(SIGHS) What can I do for you, Tony? I've got a patient with ovarian disease.
Ultrasound suggests malignancy.
She's a new referral.
Wondered if you'd like first crack at her.
-I'm not a bloody vet, Tony.
-What? -What, is this another Trojan horse? -No.
No, of course not, Roger.
Seriously, she's a probable CA ovary.
Right up your alley.
Joan Smith.
Up on Gynae.
I've got a lot on my plate at the moment, Tony.
I'm sure you remember what that's like.
Excuse me, Mr Lake.
Do you know anything about a patient called Vera Harris? No.
Roger's been referred her by General Medicine.
Well, I'm not being snotty, but if he's dealing with her, then he'll want to see her first.
You're not being snotty.
If you want me to take a look at her, just bleep me.
-Thanks.
-You're welcome.
-Sister, morning.
How are you? -Fine, thank you.
Sorry to be a pest, but I sent you an email about the Gynae wards budget forecast for the coming year.
Yes, I'm on it.
I was only asking because of you missing a few days.
I'm afraid we still have to be strict about the budget forecast.
-No problem.
-Good.
Hello? I'm Sister Rix.
I'm the nurse in charge of the gynaecology ward.
(QUIETLY) Hello.
Are you with Mrs Harris? -I'm her son.
-Oh.
Well, my name's Donna.
And my name's Ralph.
Is she all right to be seen? -Yes, yes, I think so.
-Okay.
Vera, are you decent? Hello, Vera.
I'm Donna Rix, the ward sister.
It says in her notes that she had a stroke last year.
Yes.
She can't speak any more.
Sometimes she understands and sometimes she doesn't.
Now, Vera, your notes say that you've had some problem in your private area and on your legs.
Is it all right if I take a quick look? I'm just going to take a quick look, okay, Vera? Now, Vera, I'm going to have to get a doctor to come and take a look at you, all right? Okay.
Hello, Vera.
I'm Roger Hurley, the consultant.
Do her lucid moments happen very often, Ralph? No, not often.
But when they do, they mean a lot.
I can see.
If you'd excuse us for a few minutes, we'll have a look at her.
Ralph, could you let the doctor see your mother alone, please? Sorry.
-It's all right.
-Thank you, Ralph.
Thank you.
(VERA GROANING) Don't be frightened, my dear.
No one's going to hurt you.
I'm just going to have a look.
The medic started her on IV antibiotics.
They took blood cultures.
Is that a hospital dressing? The son says he's been dressing the ulcers himself.
-So, no one's seen it? -I haven't.
-We need to get these lesions cleaned out.
-I'll say.
Before we have a look, what do we know about the vaginal lesions? The medic said there was trauma to the external genitalia, but they didn't examine her internally.
Okay.
The son says she's been itching and scratching down there.
I think he's been too embarrassed to take a look.
But he's the lone carer? He dresses her? Yeah.
Perhaps he just discretely averts his eyes.
Okay, it's possible this is caused by pruritus.
We should take a swab.
-Is she pyrexial? -Only a little.
The medics think there's been progressive multi-infarct dementia following the stroke.
This may be a little sore, Vera, sorry.
(GROANS) Okay, it'll be over very soon.
Well done, Vera.
You see what I see? Okay, swab.
It's all done, Vera.
All done, Vera.
-How is she? -Erm, can we talk outside, please, Mr Harris? Your mother has a number of ulcers on her legs which most probably result from poor circulation.
Quite why they've become so infected Well, I don't know.
We'll clean them, dress them and give her antibiotics.
In regards of her gynaecological problems I'm sorry, Mr Harris, I know it must be difficult to talk about your mother in these terms, but you say she's been scratching herself? (STAMMERING) Well, I think so.
I don't like to I understand.
Erm It's possible she's got an infection down there and in her confused state, she's caused herself some injury.
There are internal injuries as well.
There are a number of lacerations inside her vagina.
Is there anything she could have done that might explain them? She touches herself there.
I see.
And has she ever used something to do that? I have to keep things out of her reach.
Okay.
Thank you very much, Mr Harris.
Listen, we'll do our best for her, okay? -Donna -I'll see you in the office before you leave.
Yeah, sure.
Where is that patient of Tony's? Jane -Oh, Joan Smith.
Bed 6.
-Thank you.
Roger.
Paul.
UH are about to make an official bid for the High Risk Pregnancy Unit.
We can't let them get theirs in first.
So, I've got the financial people working through the night on the budgetary projections.
But we need to get the medical side of things formalised tonight.
Now, I expect Harriet's used to you working late, -but I know it doesn't make things easier.
-She's fine about it.
Boys all right? Toby and Isaac? -We call him Zach.
-Yeah.
Well, we'll update the files.
Tony.
-Ben, how are you? -Very good.
Thanks so much for agreeing to meet down here.
More civilised, you know, no riffraff.
Look, I'm terribly sorry about the other night.
Didn't click who you were.
Really, really good to see you.
Is it? -Coffee? -Yeah.
Nice touch.
Look, my team in the new products division is bowled over by the results from the pilot study into bisphenafil as a potential treatment for Female Sexual Dysfunction.
Yes.
Polly and I were surprised at how effective it appeared to be.
But now you seem to be avoiding us.
Well, we've been snowed under setting up the new trial.
Setting it up? Well, there's the problem.
We've invested a lot of money in this drug and the company's anxious for me to reassure them that we'll all see a return on it.
If bisphenafil is all it's cracked up to be, our share price should be soaring and you should be at some conference somewhere getting fellatio from some pissed PR girl.
Well, it's taken a lot longer than expected to set up a new trial with a double It's not just a cappuccino machine this time, we've agreed to have a swimming pool built in your back garden in the shape of a vagina.
I've got kids in school, Tony, and I want my fucking bonus.
Ben, I get the message.
Good.
Oh, just one more thing.
Your pilot study looked at treating FSD in women under 50.
We want to include the older age group this time.
Can do? Older? Right.
I'll get right on it.
Good.
Oh, you know, Tony, we've got a new pro-trichotic we're rolling out in the autumn.
It's going to piss all over Minoxidil.
Not really much call for that in gynaecology.
No, I meant for you personally.
We're thinking or doing a series of ads involving successful men with various degrees of male pattern baldness.
It was just a thought.
-Nice coffee, though.
-Wasn't it? Joan, hello.
I'm Roger Hurley, consultant.
How you feeling today? Could you just excuse me? -I want her back.
-What? I've changed my mind.
You can't have her.
Look, Tony, this isn't a game of patient tennis.
Stop pissing me around.
-Pass the parcel.
-What? Pass the parcel would be a much, much better analogy.
Look, I'm sorry, Roger, I have pissed you around but I want her back on my list.
Thanks very much, Roger, and sorry.
For God's sake, Tony, stop wasting my bloody time.
Now, Joan, my dear, I'd like to have a little chat with you about a very interesting drug trial.
Ralph, visiting time's over.
Ralph, go home, get some rest, and you can come back and see her again tonight.
I've got to work tonight.
Well, the baby-sitter's been booked so maybe you could ring round your friends and see if one of them fancies going.
Yeah, I know, it's, erm I'm sorry.
It's about the bid.
You know how important it is.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Okay, I'll call you later.
Bye.
-Sorry, Roger.
-Donna.
I asked if we could have a chat in the office before you left.
Sorry, Donna.
I've got a dozen things on my plate right now.
What is it? I thought maybe we should think if the son has something to do with Vera Harris's condition.
Well, I'm sure it's more than likely but the mother doesn't warrant Gynae in-patient care and I'll speak to the medics about taking her back.
As for the abuse issue, well, that's one for Social Services.
Thank you, Donna.
Also, if he is responsible, why is he doing it and if he needs any help Donna, please.
If I've got time, I'll come back.
But I've got more important things to do right now and I'm sure you must have.
Well, I think the addition of an HDU bed would infinitely strengthen our bid.
But wouldn't that mean losing one of our existing delivery rooms? Well, if we're going to be treating labouring women with complex medical problems, we need a dedicated High Dependency Unit dedicated to O&G, and located somewhere that isn't going to involve a long and potentially perilous transfer.
I just don't see how we can justify losing an existing delivery room.
Christ.
We're gonna be here all bloody night.
Let's add the HDU to what we already have and keep the same number of delivery rooms.
It's going to cost more.
Well, hopefully, Schmidt Bremer will be good for it.
Eh, Roger? Shit.
It's Mr Hurley.
(VERA GROANING) Ralph, is it you that injures your mother? -Well, who then? -I told you, she does.
She can't find herself a pair of scissors, not in her condition.
We have to tell someone about this, Ralph, you do know that, don't you? Will that be the doctors on the medical ward? You'll tell them to make her better? I don't know what I'd do without her.
Ralph, I think you need to talk to a different kind of doctor.
Someone who can help you.
I've got someone to make you cup of tea while we call them.
You know, she's the weak one.
Her new injuries are quite deep.
She'll require surgery.
-Roger -It's okay.
I understand.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -Hi.
-Hiya.
I assumed we wouldn't be seeing each other for a while until things calm down for you at home.
Yeah.
I told you the truth, Donna.
It was a one-night thing.
It's done.
(DONNA SIGHS) You okay? Getting yourself a toxic little bachelor pad, are you? You know, there was always something about him that I envied.
He probably felt secure.
Even if the truth was that he wasn't.
I'm sick of my life being on such a fucking knife edge.
I can't even commit to getting a decent place to live.
I've had enough.
Hi, Chrissy, it's Rob.
Fine, thanks.
You? Listen, that thing you mentioned in the coffee shop.
I I just wanted to have a chat with you about it.
No, why don't you come up to me? Yeah, just come up to the Gynae ward.
Sorry, I've lost my bloody swipe card.
It's a plot by the doctors to keep you off the ward.
Office is free.
Take a seat.
-Are you sure it's okay talking in here? -Yeah.
I'm sorry about all the subterfuge, but I'm due out on a ward round with Mr Hurley.
He's basically mistrustful of managers.
He wouldn't be too pleased at the idea of me treating one like she's a human being.
We're all from a different planet.
All patients must be seen in four of your earth hours.
Well, I'm up for the football, and I shouldn't have a problem swapping my on call if there's a clash.
That's what this was about? Do you want me to get the money for the tickets up front? I can't help feeling I'm being played like a fool.
You're not a fool.
(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING) I had a very interesting conversation with a man from Bing, Stornoway, Carroll.
Something a bit more muscular, I think.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) Good.
I told him the new trial was well underway.
-Well underway? -Mmm-hmm.
You know I've only just started recruiting subjects.
Well, a little white lie, Polly.
But we really do have to get a move on, you know.
Shit.
Shit.
She is totally bloody riddled with cancer.
Bollocks.
I mean, it's just my bastard luck, this is.
-How's your hand? -Fine.
-Had that blood tested yet? -Will do.
Saw you and Chrissy chatting.
-Football again? -What? I thought you only talked football.
You told me the truth, why not tell her? Hello, Surinda, how are you feeling? They want to know what happened in the operation.
You were You were bleeding heavily.
(SPEAKING PUNJABI) Both twins were receiving less blood than they should and were being starved of oxygen.
Often, one twin gets more than their share of what blood and oxygen there is.
Or it's a stronger baby.
The stronger one is there in your arms.
The other I'm sorry, but the The bleeding was too much for him.
I think they'd probably like to know if they can go home now.
Yes, home.
All good.
Home.
I'm going up.
We're going to be giving you a very strong pain killer, Joan.
That should hopefully make you feel a lot more comfortable.
Diamorphine, okay? -How much is in there, Donna? -Ten milligrams.
-Give her two or three, we'll she how she goes.
-Okay, Tony.
She took a turn for the worse after the laparoscopy.
I want her to have round-the-clock attention.
I don't want a death this month, too.
(DOOR BUZZING) (KNOCK AT DOOR) -Yeah? -Sister I'm just popping up to say well done with the budget forecast.
Oh, thank you.
It's all gone off to region now and the bid's looking very strong.
-Oh, great.
-You write very clearly.
I sometimes find it so hard getting what I want to say into neat little phrases.
Well, I always did want to do English.
-Well, it shows.
Well done, Donna.
-Thanks.
Hello.
It's me.
Are you there? Are you there? It's It's just I've left a few messages on your mobile and I don't know if you're coming home or not.
Erm Or if this is it.
So I'd just I'd like to know, okay? (KNOCKING ON DOOR) The way things have been between us I can understand how you might have looked for someone else.
Someone less trouble.
You're no trouble at all.
(MOBILE RINGING) Hello? Ah, thanks for getting back to me.
I just wondered if that flat was still available.
That sounds good to me.
Tomorrow 2:00 would be great.
Okay, man.
Thank you.
NARRATOR: Next time on Bodies.
-She's a ruptured ectopic, left tube's blown.
-I'll scrub in.
I've had enough of the near misses, the plausible excuses.
TONY: You and I are the only ones who have seen all of Roger's cockups since the day he was appointed.
What if everything comes out? Everything else Roger has ever done.
TONY: Let Roger open his big mouth or vacillate himself into a state of inertia.
Either way, we've got the fucker.
Let's put a stop to this, boss.
Let's put a stop to it now.
All it needs is this one case and there'll be grounds to look at every other case he's ever managed.