[snores]
[phone buzzing]
[buzzing continues]
[grunts]
[groans]
Fuck!
Shit!
[buzzing]
-Hello? -Hi, Adam. It's Shruti,
one of the SHO's. Sorry to disturb you.
Um, you're on the rote of the labor ward today.
-Mr. Lockhart-- -Uh, yeah, yeah. Um...
Um, tell him I'm really sorry.
I think there's been an accident.
I've been sat here for an hour.
[sighs]
And I'll be there in a minute.
Well, I'm not dead, am I?
Please tell me you haven't ordered a coffin.
Of course I'm not having an affair.
I wouldn't have the time.
I just fell asleep last night when I went to the car.
Who did you phone? Please tell me
you didn't phone the police.
Who did you phone? Gosh, sorry.
Who did you phone then?
My mum?
Shit!
Are you deranged? What--
Um, what did she--
[woman groans]
Ju-- Don't go anywhere. I'm gonna call you right back.
[woman] It's coming out! It's coming out!
Oh, stroke of luck! You've come to the right place.
Let's get you up to labor ward, shall we? It's, um--
a bit of a walk, I'm afraid.
[woman moans]
Do you mind if I have a quick check?
I'm a doctor. I probably should have said.
I'm Adam, and you are?
-A-- Andrea. -Yes.
[Andrea] Yeah. [grunts]
Okay. Okay, Andrea.
So, um, baby's arm has come out.
-That is normal? -Take a wild guess.
Baby is lying sideways. Do you understand that?
Sideways, so you need a Cesarean Section.
-Ah, Cesarean. -I've got a scalpel
in my back pocket. You'll be fine.
Shall we go?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
That's it.
[Andrea groans]
That's it. You Okay?
Um, Andrea, I know a shortcut. Let's go this way.
Don't wanna hurry you, Andrea, but we gotta get going.
[Adam] Doing brilliantly!
It's Okay. Deep breaths.
Come on, then. Quickly. Hurry up.
That's it. We're nearly there. Gonna go up in the staff lift.
Nearly there. Nearly there!
[Andrea groaning and gasping]
-Come on! -This is lift?
-It's safe. Come on! -Really?
Yeah. You can do it.
I can't! Oh, my goodness! No, no, no, no!
Wait for it!
You Okay? You ready? Three, two, one!
[Andrea grunts, screams]
Keep breathing nice deep breaths.
When I say so, we're gonna jump out of the lift.
Are you really a doctor?
Fair question.
Strangely, one you've asked me after you showed me your vagina.
Right, there you go. Yes?
[Andrea moans]
Okay, so let's get ready.
Get ready... and jump!
[Andrea wails]
Don't worry. Don't worry The lift will go around,
and we'll have another go.
[Andrea gasps]
-What's happening? -It's just going through the--
through the roof before it goes down.
Alright? We'll do that again.
-Something's wrong. Look! -Okay.
[Andrea moans]
Jesus Christ! They call this a cord prolapse.
Ideally would happen on labor ward, not in a mad lift.
Okay, Andrea, everything's gonna be fine.
I mean, it might be fine.
If the cord gets cold, the baby stops getting blood.
No more blood, no more baby.
Right, hold it inside. You understand? Inside!
-[Andrea groaning] -[lift creaks]
Are you there, Tiko? Staff lifts, now!
Bring a hospital bed and a box of gloves.
Literally now! Cord's prolapsed!
Right, come on Andrea. We need to get off.
Get ready and jump! Jump, jump! Fuck it!
[Andrea moans]
Come on!
[Andrea screams]
Andrea, stay there!
Get her up on the bed! The elbow position,
replace the cord, get her down to theater.
I'm gonna change into some scrubs. You can set up.
Uh, can set up for what?
A deep tissue massage.
It's a cord prolapse! Cesarean!
When you say in the elbow position...
[Andrea screams]
My mistake, sorry. Your outfit look a lot
like what the doctors wear.
[Andrea screams]
I'll do this because--
Get up on the bed. That's it!
[Andrea screams]
-Less [indistinct]. -I'm so sorry.
Why don't I drive?
You go and find the anesthetist.
That's the doctor that makes you go sleep-sleep.
[Andrea] God!
I found her husband. He's coming to Reception.
Hey, Andrea. It's going to be fine.
You'll have the baby in five minutes.
-And it's free? -Yep, free. Completely free.
We're not even allowed to accept tips.
[Andrea screams]
Doctor Adam, you should see me next. It's really urgent.
-Really? -Erika, can you just
take a seat for me please?
I say, how is my own doctor [indistinct] hotel?
Erika, just go back to triage.
[husband shouting]
I did explain that the doctor
would be holding the cord inside.
Probably didn't tell him I'd been wearing a lab coat before.
[Andrea screams]
That's baby's heartbeat.
Welcome to the NHS.
[Andrea screams]
[baby crying]
[theme music plays]
This is Obs and Gynae,
also known as 'Brats and Twats.'
You're generally sailing the ship alone,
a ship that's massive and on fire,
and no-one's had the time to teach you how to sail.
It's literally life or death here,
and you're constantly being splashed by bodily fluids,
not even the fun kind.
But what other doctors can say they end up
with twice the number of patients they started with?
Beat that, Geriatrics!
Clothes bill means I'm probably running my job at a loss.
[sighs]
-Ah, Mr. Lockhart. -Having fun there?
I was just--
I'm not entirely convinced that I want to know.
I don't know if you heard,
there was a massive cord prolapse before?
Um, crash section. Got the baby out in 90 seconds.
I heard that you rocked up ten minutes late,
nearly killed a patient in the maintenance lift,
then did a Cesarean Section in casual wear.
It was more that I took a shortcut.
Doctor's aren't meant to take shortcuts, Adam.
Remember when I asked you to be an acting registrar?
Can you try acting as a bloody registrar?
I'll be in my office if you need me,
which I strongly suggest you won't.
You missed a bit.
[door closes]
[woman screaming]
[background chatter]
It's really urgent.
I know, Petal, but I promise you the doctor won't be long.
Pinky promise?
Pinky promise with a cherry on top.
[grunts]
Why don't you head back to where you were sitting?
-Morning, old trout. -Morning Ria.
-Morning Dr. Kay.
-Mm, there he is. -Ward round, Trace?
Can I ask you something personal darling?
Is it, why do you look like shit this morning?
I wasn't gonna ask it like that.
I slept in my car last night.
Well, it must be hard maintaining a relationship.
What with your job and your personality.
Tracy's the head midwife on today.
I'd let her sew up my sister's perineum
which sounds weird now I've said it,
but it's the highest compliment I can give.
Remember to remove the thick, shiny layer on the outside.
Ignore him. His girlfriend's come to her senses
-and dumped him. -No one's dumped, anyone.
But if you do want to smack him,
I will turn a blind eye.
[Tracy] D'you mind if we nip to room eight first?
She's making pretty slow progress.
Pop downstairs and review Mrs. Buckstar quickly.
Doctors speak a lot of code, so it's epididymo-orchitis
rather than gammy cock and balls,
review Mrs. Buckstar, go to Starbucks.
-Which ward is Mrs. Buckstar in? -He wants you to get him
fancy coffee without me knowing.
Milk and one sugar for me, please.
[distant screaming]
I'm in labor, mother, not quadriplegic.
Hi, I'm Adam, one of the doctors.
I'm afraid I've got some bad news.
You spelled pavilion wrong.
[chuckles]
-Would you like a sweetie, dear? -The doctor's not gonna
give me better care because you offer him a mint.
In fairness, I might actually.
Alright?
[sighs]
You've got a little bit stuck at 6 centimeters,
so I suggest we wang the dose up on the drip
that's helping your contractions.
-Is wang a medical term? -Sure is.
And if that doesn't work, we'll, um...
Anna, let's put the [indistinct] onto 84,
and re-examine in four hours.
It won't be me actually. I'll be home by then.
-Really? -I've been here 15 hours.
If I stay any longer, they'll start charging me council tax.
[sighs] Right.
Don't worry darling, I'll do it.
So at least it will be a familiar face.
Could you do the examination instead, doctor?
It does make more sense for Tracy to do it.
-Where did you train? -Would you like me to pop home
and get my degree certificates?
There's no way you could stay, is there?
Um, I'm not sure I like where this is going.
You're not saying I can't choose
who does intimate examinations on me, are you?
I'm saying you won't be choosing based on the color
-of their skin. -Adam!
-What? -Did anyone say anything
about skin color?
-It's called patient choice. -It's important to have choice.
Like tonight I might choose to order a pizza,
rather than firebomb a mosque.
I think what Dr. Kay meant to say--
What I'm saying is, I know it's stressful being on labor ward,
but anything more like this and I will have to have you
removed from the building. That understood?
[Tracy] Okay. Okay, let's crack on, shall we?
[patient] Wanker!
That better be a crossword answer.
No, dear. She called you a wanker.
What the hell was that all about?
I guess white supremacists have babies too.
-Not her, you. -Me?
I don't need a white knight to defend my honor.
-Hang on, I'm the registrar... -Acting registrar.
...and the most senior doctor here.
Until somebody more senior turns up.
Well, I'm running this ward now, and it's up to me--
No. I'm running this ward, young man.
And I'm more that capable of handling myself,
and the moment that I can't, I'll let somebody know.
I don't want to spoil the surprise,
it won't be you.
Don't tell the patients you're kicking them out.
This is the NHS, not your golf club.
Which room are we kicking out?
We're not kicking anybody out, Benilda.
They're all in labor, so we thought we might wait
-until they've had their babies. -Well, get a move on.
The hospital's on red alert for beds.
We're actually more than halfway to black alert.
So like dusky merlot alert?
Can you go to Gynae?
The lady in bed 17's fit for home.
I'm actually in the middle of a ward round,
but yeah, I mean, I'll find a moment.
Before you do that you need to fill out
-an incident form for room 8. -Hang on.
I didn't have to do one for the cord prolapse.
[siren blaring]
Erika?
[indistinct chatter]
Okay, everybody. Back to your jobs.
Don't need The Polyphonic Spree. Shoo! Shoo!
Oh, come on.
Not you.
Oh, my god! I'm so sorry.
Right, surprise me. What's the management?
Right. Uh...
Well, I would, um...
check for a patient airway,
then I'd put her in the left lateral position,
run high oxygen flow through a breather mask.
-Um, check for a pulse. -So near and yet...
so shit.
So when people are really unconscious
their hands smash into their faces.
[phone buzzing]
Adam!
Adam, do you think I'm rubbish?
Look, I wasn't great on my first week either.
I've been here two months.
-Two months? -Well, I haven't had a chance
to do much hands-on stuff yet.
How many babies have you delivered?
No babies have needed delivery in two months?
Everyone's too busy to teach me.
You just need to be less of a wallflower.
It's dog-eat-dog in this place.
And...
the dogs eat wallflowers.
Sorry, sorry, sorry. I've been elbow-deep in a patient,
had an ethnostate in room 8, and someone else playing dead.
Oh, and I got blood battered into my pubes.
[man] I love it when you talk dirty.
Right, so who did you say you were...
My name's Harry.
[Adam] ...when you called my mother?
Said I was your fuck buddy.
I said I was your flat mate.
She knows we've only got one bedroom.
Well, I did. You know you could just tell her about us.
Oh, you don't know her. She'll turn you into stone
-or something. -Ah, moms love me.
-It's like my super power. -How are we gonna
fake our own deaths before Greg's stag-do?
I'm thinking avalanche, helicopter crash...
-It'll be a laugh. -...carbon monoxide poisoning.
You don't think you should pop along
-seeing as you're best man? -I was meant
to go to Gynae. Sorry, call you later.
Don't apologize. It's the longest call
we've had in months. Starting to get bored.
[upbeat music]
♪ No, no, no, no, no, no♪
♪ No, no, no, no, Nobody can do the shingaling♪
Good news, Mrs. W. You are finally free to go home.
Are you stupid?
I was told you are good to go, but yet you don't look great.
Speak for yourself.
[beeper]
Um, must have been a bit of a mix-up.
I'll come back later. I need to see someone else now.
Hopefully a hairdresser.
♪ Skate like I do ♪
♪ Nobody can do Boogaloo like I do♪
♪ Nobody can do Philly like I do ♪
♪ Well, don't you know I'm gonna ♪
♪ Skate right through Ain't nobody do it--♪
-Dr. Kay, room four. -Yes, I know...
♪ Yeah, I'm gonna spin, I do♪
♪ Ain't nobody do it But me babe ♪
♪ Nobody but me ♪
♪ Well, let me tell you nobody♪
[patient groans]
♪ Nobody but me ♪
Never actually let the patient see the forceps.
The only people happy with two-foot-long
metal salad tongs inserted in their vagina's
are people who aren't aware of having two-foot-long
metal salad tongs inserted in their vagina's.
There's only a few more minutes.
Shut up, Graham!
-Put your shirt back on. -Just breathe.
That's what's important 'cause you're a soldier.
You're doing so well.
You're doing so well, my little soldier.
-Shut up, Graham. -I'll play the song now.
[soft music]
-Seen one before? -Yes.
See one, do one, teach one.
I don't like this one. Change the song choice.
Wait for a contraction and pull.
[Graham] Keep breathing.
[indistinct] your baby.
Don't stress.
-Dr. Kay speaking. - [Greg] It's Greg.
You've not answered emails in four days.
No-one knows where we're meeting.
-Push, push, push. -Push as hard as you can.
-Now. -Tell me you're not having sex.
[screams]
Just on labor ward right now.
I know it's traditional for the best man
to humiliate the groom on his stag-do.
Traditionally that involves handcuffs and a sex worker.
Put some oomph into it.
Welly's threatening to take over
-and drag us to a strip club. -No. We won't be going
-to breast clinic. -If this doesn't work,
-we have to do a Cesarean . -It will work.
Um, look, it's all gonna be civilized.
-Don't worry. -You say don't worry.
You can understand why I am still worried.
Tell everyone eight o'clock, upstairs at The Crown.
I'll see you later. I really need to get
back to this vagina.
You're definitely having sex then.
That's it. You're doing brilliantly.
-Thanks. -I was talking to the patient.
Nice and slowly. Nice and slowly.
-Don't let her tear. -It's so beautiful!
Nice and slowly. Dad, do you wanna
come down and see baby being born?
Oh, my god! Where's its face?
What about his face? [screams]
[baby cries]
Its face is fine.
Just on the front of his head, not the back.
I thought I said don't let her tear.
[baby crying]
Adam's a good name. [chuckles]
You've got a tear going into the back passage.
We'll get you down to theater and, uh,
have it repaired nicely for you.
Won't take more than an hour or so.
[baby whimpering]
[distant baby crying]
[clears throat]
Listen, I'm so sorry.
I wish I could've sewn her up myself.
-I never actually done it. -It's fine.
Besides, my genitals were wondering
why they hadn't been covered in blood for a few hours.
Prepare to do an incident form.
How are we doing here, then?
All under control, Mr. Lockhart.
Miracles never cease.
I thought I told you to discharge that Gynae patient.
I see that miracles have ceased.
No, but she's not--
Are my team causing you trouble?
-Ms. Mendoza. -We're full on labor ward.
Post-nates, ante-nates, gynae.
I don't know how we're to admit anyone from A&E.
We've been on red alert all day,
and we're practically at black alert.
Burgundy alert, then?
[laughter]
I'm sure we can do something about that for you,
-can't we, Dr. Kay? -Yeah, we could pull out
the patient's drips and chuck her out the window.
I knew you'd think of something.
-Leave it with us. -Can I help at all?
You can pop down to the coffee shop.
There's a vacancy for a barista.
But Shruti did her first forcep delivery earlier.
Uh, yeah. She had been at second stage for over an hour.
Very good. Walk with me, Adam.
Quick story for you. So there's this acting
obstetric registrar, and he walks into a room,
and he calls his patient a Nazi.
You're making it sound much worse than it was.
She was being racist to Tracy--
Every mother and baby on this work is relying
on your good decisions and your good judgment.
Apologize to Tracy, apologize to the patient,
and send some people home.
Oh, and Adam, stop being shit.
♪ You hit me once, I hit you back♪
[beeper]
♪ You gave a kick, I gave a slap ♪
♪ You smashed a plate over my head♪
♪ Then I set fire to our bed♪
♪ You hit me once, I hit you back♪
Rachel [indistinct]
♪ You smashed a plate over my head♪
♪ Then I set fire to our bed♪
♪ Oh♪
♪ My black eye Casts no shadow♪
♪ Your red eye sees nothing ♪
♪ Your slap don't stick Your kicks don't hit♪
♪ So we remain the same ♪
♪ Love sticks, sweat drips♪
♪ Break the lock if it don't fit ♪
♪ A kick to the teeth is good for some♪
♪ A kiss with a fist is better then none ♪
So, you've recovered from earlier.
Oh, yeah. Sorry, doctor. I don't know what came over me.
So, remind me, how many weeks are you?
Oh god, I hate maths.
I couldn't even tell you in months. Uh...
Um, Okay. Let's think. So...
My birthday's in June...
and I'll be 27...
Well, it's gotta be like 2,000 weeks.
You're 25 weeks.
Oh, right. You mean the baby! [giggles]
So, um, what's the problem?
[sighs] Well...
I woke up this morning with a headache,
and my tongue is just like totally covered in spots.
Fine, let's have a look.
Okay.
[sighs]
I'm afraid that what you have is known as...
taste buds.
[laughs]
So is there someone at home
we can call to come and collect you,
or do you live here now?
Oh god, no. Who'd wanna live with me?
[beeper]
Adam, that lady you just saw, her blood pressure's high.
-Want me to send her for bloods? -Send her home.
No, wait. Um...
Yes, do the bloods.
Yep.
What's the trace like?
Isn't the evening registrar here?
Okay, fine.
We're doing a Cesarean for room 8.
Dr. Adam! Dr. Adam! Sorry. Sorry, I meant to say
my teeth have become a bit itchy.
Send her home.
Don't ask to do it. I'm tired and need to be gone
ten minutes ago. Um, so we're all good to go.
I'll have baby out in five minutes,
and may I just say, I misspoke before,
and I'm very sorry.
All water under the bridge.
But just checking it will be you
doing this operation and nobody else.
Yes. Yes, it will.
Actually, fuck it. You've gotta learn sometime. You're up.
-Come on. You've seen one? -Yeah.
You know the routine. See one, fuck one up, teach one.
Really? Thank you.
-Are you sure? -Not especially.
Come on.
Are you happy?
Right, come on.
[soft music]
-This it? -Yeah, hurry up, please.
The anesthetist's retiring next week.
Done.
[Adam grunts]
Stretch it. Come on. Harder than that.
Right, through the peritoneum then.
Pop your finger in. You're not gonna damage anything.
Okay.
Adam, I don't know how.
Yeah. Okay, good. Great. So you're going to make
a 'u' shape in the lower segment of the uterus.
And then you're gonna extend it with your fingers.
What if there isn't a lower segment?
You know, like it's the full 32 weeks?
We usually save the Q&A session for afterwards,
which will just be a horrible, bloody mess. Get on with it.
-That's good. -Now what?
I think even you can guess what happens next.
Come on. That's it.
Then guide the head down. It's coming.
Okay.
That's it.
Come on, baby. Coming up.
[baby cries]
Oh, no. Get her off me.
I'm not having a Paki delivering my baby.
Get her off me! Stop touching him!
You promised that you would do it!
Excuse me!
Get me out of here! What is this?
-Adolf's a good name for him. -[patient] Do something!
You did really well.
One Cesarean down, 8,000 to go.
To be fair, they don't normally end like that.
And write up the notes,
and mention that I closed the skin.
[soft music continues]
[baby squawks]
Isn't he wonderful?
Oh, for...
[phone ringing]
Cancellations hotline.
Press one for you need to stay at work
leaving me to make small talk
with 20 public-schooled kids I barely know.
That's unfair.
There's only 15 of them, and I'm just leaving now.
No way.
Can you bring a change of clothes, please?
Yep, anything in particular?
Um, something smart-casual and not totally encrusted
-with a stranger's blood. -A skirt and feather boa it is.
[chuckles]
See you in a bit.
I've not been ill, darling.
I'll just get somebody else to pick her up.
Right. Bye-bye.
Uh, Adam...
I saw what you did to that dolphin.
A gentleman never discusses a lady's blowhole.
-Do you want my advice, Adam? -Um. not really.
See, that is exactly your problem.
It was pretty funny, though. Right?
[upbeat music]
♪ Whoa, whoa♪
♪ Prophet six ♪
♪ Zero zero nine one♪
♪ This is the flight number ♪
♪ Of our galactic sun ♪
♪ Prophet six ♪
♪ Zero zero nine one♪
♪ Before we start you should know ♪
♪ That you're not the only one♪
♪ Who can hurt me ♪
It's my second-favorite doctor.
-Who's number one? -[indistinct] First series.
-How was work? -Fine, thanks.
-Who are they? -I've no idea, but they're
-better crack than your mates. -Oh, come on.
I'm sure you'll find something in common with them.
There you go, see? Wearing the same T-shirt.
Some guy called Welly brought them.
Well, they're not too terrible, considering.
Shall we just do this? Come on.
[pub music]
[pub chatter]
-Ah! -It's 7:58. There you go.
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
[indistinct] They're fine.
We have just a small cut.
Nightmare! This place doesn't do Jaägerbombs.
Whatever will we do?
-Adster! -Welly.
[Welly chuckling]
-Where's your T-shirt? -Yeah, Adster.
Where's your T-shirt?
[Welly] Put it on.
Put it on! Put it on.
♪ Put it on, put it on♪
Put it on. Yes! Honors for you!
-One pint of gin! -No. I'm not gonna drink it.
[Welly] You will be because it's tradicion .
[man] How can it be a tradition if he never got married?
Right. I need a drink.
-Is this my stuff? -So, did your mom call?
-She left a voicemail. -Ah, and you didn't listen.
No. I'm changing my number and moving to Venezuela.
You done there?
[chuckles]
Right, come on. What do you want?
Twelve liters of vodka-Red Bull should probably do it.
Um, can I get a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc
and a rum and Coke, please?
This'll be Jakesy. Probably gone to Poland by mistake.
-Hello. - [Jakesy] Kay.
Mr. Lockhart.
I'm just in a...
supermarket.
Sorry, Mr. Lockhart. How can I help?
Ah, listen. The local registrar
hasn't turned up for the night shift.
Um, who's the-- Who's the senior reg?
I don't think he can get here from Sydney in time.
Do say if you've got something more important on.
Um, no. No, no, no. Um... No, I can do it.
Will the missus understand?
-She'll be fine with it. -Good man. Bye.
[pub music continues]
How long you gonna be, couple of hours?
Twelve. I'm so sorry.
What, there's no-one else who could?
I'm sorry. It's really be crap for you.
You don't have to stay here, obviously.
I'll be grand. Never had a pint of gin before.
Just a couple more years then I'll be a consultant.
Then it'll just be me, you, and an Astin Martin.
And it will be nice to live somewhere a bit more spacious.
We can shower in the glove compartment.
Right, go on. You've got some babies to deliver.
Should have gone along with my avalanche idea.
Okay, your first best manly duty is to rescue my dad.
Welly's trying to get him to drink
a shoe full of Sambuca.
You're gonna hate me.
There's a-- a staffing emergency at the hospital.
There's no doctors on labor ward,
-so I have to go back in. -Drink this, then you can't go.
[sighs]
-I can't- -Okay, give me one good reason.
-Um, because I, um...
Because you'd rather be at work.
Yeah. Have a good night, mate.
Fuck sake!
[beeps]
Want the good news or the bad news?
-Um, the good. -I was worried you'd say that.
It's all bad, I'm afraid.
The wards are stuffed to the gills,
there's no SHO,
and the midwife in charge is Tracy.
But she was working during the day.
The other one, Non-reassuring Trace.
Alright, I'm off home. But call me whenever
-I won't. -Good man.
You're very intent on showing me your penis today.
They need to increase the credits on the scrub machine.
You can practically tell who did your circumcision.
Made a right meal of it.
-Right Trace, how can I help? -Doctor, thank god you're here.
Can you see room 11 for me?
I'm desperately worried about her.
Quick as you can.
[woman screams]
[woman grunts, pants]
[baby cries]
[Shruti] Yeah. Yeah, it was amazing.
No, I didn't take a photo.
It's someone else's baby.
I know. Mom said the exact same thing.
Actually, I'm not going to make it home this weekend, but--
-[spoon clatters] -[speaking Pakistani]
Mm-hmm. Yeah, um, I love you too.
Okay, bye. Bye.
What the hell are you still doing here?
Don't you have a depressing flat to go back to?
The incident forms are longer than you think.
Just go home.
I'll do yours when I do mine.
-This is yours. -Ah, no way!
[alarm blares]
I wouldn't break a sweat. Non-reassuring Tracy's on.
Patient's probably farted.
[woman screaming]
[alarm continues]
Twenty-five weeks, first baby.
Blood pressure through the roof.
[patient screams]
Grade one Cesarean Section!
Get anesthetics round to theaters now.
Tell Ped's it's a 25-week with placental abruption.
There'll be a pre-eclampsia,
and I probably shouldn't have sent her home.
Erica, listen.
I'm very worried about your baby.
Placenta's coming away.
I need to deliver you immediately
-to save baby's life. -It's too early!
I'm going to perform a Cesarean Section.
Do you understand?
[Erica screams]
Do you want your consultant, then?
I've got this, thanks Tracy.
-Is my sister here? -[nurse] I called her
and she'll be here in time to say hello to your baby.
[Erica] Or good-bye.
Why don't you count down from 20?
-[Erica] 20, 19, 18. -Come on.
-You happy? -Ready when you are.
Has anybody done a 25 week Cesarean before?
No. I've seen one.
Pull, quick. Put the protractor in.
[indistinct]
[solemn music]
Adam.
Adam? Adam!
Uh, sorry. Swabs please. Let's start the suction.
[music continues]
[Adam grunts]
Come on.
Pressure's aren't great here. What's the blood loss like?
It's a liter, liter-and-a-half.
[indistinct chatter]
We're gonna need some more blood.
[nurse] Find out who's the anesthetic consultant.
More swabs.
[Adam] I can't see anything.
It's too thick to stitch.
There's so much blood.
Actually, I can't-- I can't get-- Fuck!
This is insane. I can't-- I can't see anything.
-Shit! Fuck! -[Shruti] Adam, you can do this.
[Adam] I can't. I can't do this.
This woman's gonna die, and it's my fault.
[Shruti] Shall we get Mr. Lockhart in?
-Yeah. Yeah, please. -Tracy, will you call
Mr. Lockhart and ask him to come, please?
I called him before you started.
Why did you do that?
Thank you.
[music continues]
I'm really sorry.
It was really busy,
and I genuinely thought that she was crying wolf.
She was crying severe, early-onset pre-eclampsia,
which you'd have known if you'd done
so much as a blood test.
Then for some reason, you attempted an operation
any consultant would struggle with.
You can buy Tracy a box of chocolates,
by the way for calling me in.
-Can I just-- -No!
Amend your entry from when you first saw
this patient this afternoon.
Write that you discussed with me over the phone,
and that I advised you to send her home.
What?
No, you don't have to do that.
Well, you didn't have to come in tonight.
-I did. -Yeah, you did.
Hi. Um...
Just something to keep you going.
[distant sirens wailing]
[sad music]
[phone buzzes]
[music continues]
Hi. I'm one of the obstetric registrars.
Are you lost?
Um. I'm looking for baby van Hegen,
the 25-weeker.
Ah! You the one who, uh...
You're not going to knock over the incubator, are you?
Bed five.
[mschines beeping]
I'm really sorry.
I was really tired, and I just wanted to get home.
And this place is insane,
and I fucked up.
I mucked up.
Sorry.
I tried my best.
Just promise me you'll have a normal head scan.
Enjoy your last night of pussy.
[soft music]
♪ I've been workin' baby♪
♪ For too long now♪
♪ Just wanna get Next to you boy ♪
♪ I've been searchin' baby♪
♪ A way to tell you how ♪
♪ Gotta get through to you boy♪
♪ Never said it was sunshine♪
♪ But you took it All of the time ♪
♪ Never said it was sunshine♪
♪ But you took it All of the time ♪
♪ All of the time ♪
♪ You took it all of the time ♪
♪ There's no escaping now ♪
♪ Let me show you how♪
♪ What it feels to be true♪
♪ I've been workin' baby♪
♪ For too long now♪
♪ Just wanna get Next to you boy ♪
♪ I've been searchin' baby♪
♪ A way to tell you how ♪
♪ Gotta get through to you boy♪