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SONIA: Scrubs.

MIKE: Blue.

Nurses.

Essential. Some more than others.

Music.

Escape.

Scalpel.

Blood.

Oxygen.

Pump.

Needle.

Morphine.

(Chuckles) Sorry. I'm not supposed
to say that, am I?

I know what the triggers are.
We don't have to go over all this.

You brought your appointment forward.

I assume there's something
you want to talk about.

Maybe I just like
spending time with you.

I'm flattered, Mike.

I'm paying you,
so what does it matter?

It doesn't, but I can't help you
unless I have something to go on.

(Sighs)

Tomorrow you're going to be walking
into an operating theatre

for the first time in six months.

Yep.

Six months is nothing.

It's the 20 years since I last
did it without morphine that counts.

Are you nervous?

You know...

..it did occur to me today
that I should be.

Were you ever nervous
going into an operation

when you were using morphine?

I don't know. That's the beauty
about being high - you don't know.

Do you feel you won't be able
to operate without the drug?

Mike.

(Sighs)

ZOE: What have we got?

Patrick Wesley, 55-year-old male,
fell from his boat and hit his head.

LOC, presumed closed head injury,
with obvious facial trauma.

Let's get him inside.

I want full trauma series X-rays,
bloods cross-matched and...

Clamp that femoral artery.
Excuse me?

Mike Vlasek, Director of Surgery.

Yeah, well, I was planning on
getting the airways secured first.

He's lucky we're both here
to keep him alive, isn't he?

Welcome back.
Thanks, uh...

Erica.
Ricky. Yeah. Hi.

Do you think we can get the patient
inside now, please?

Yeah, why don't we do that.

He's really back?

He arrives as suddenly as he leaves.

Erica thinks
it's some sort of sex scandal.

That's the first I've heard of it.

The boat propeller hit his leg.

Compound fracture to the femur
and femoral artery trauma.

Pressure applied.
He's arresting.

Asystole.
OK, starting compressions.

Let's give him a unit of O-neg
and let's get him intubated.

Dan, I'm going to need
a 7.5 ET tube.

Whoa, we need to stop the bleeding.
Artery forceps?

Dr Vlasek.
Gabrielle.

How nice to see you're still here.

I hate to think of Frank
trying to run this place

without you to keep him in line.

So tell me, where is
your glorious leader today, hmm?

Bloody Vlasek.

Inconsiderate bloody surgeons.

I'm in.

Still no pulse.

Femoral's clamped. Let's give
his body a moment to recover.

Do you want a theatre on standby?

Yep. Take a break, Ricky.
Come on.

Adrenaline - 1 mil.
DAN: I've got it, I've got it.

BP's unrecordable.

Adrenaline going in.

(Muffled voices) What are his sats?
97%.

Vlasek, as soon as
you're finished here,

get your bloody car
out of my parking space.

We've got rhythm,
pulse 54 and thready, BP...

Yep, thank you.

Frank, I need to talk to you about...

..the budget.

(Groans)

I've got a theatre on standby.

Great. Tell them we're ready
to rock'n'roll.

See if Jack Quade's on duty.
I want him to assist.

He's a registrar now, so he's got
his own theatre list to get through.

Good for him.
I still want him to assist.

I'll let them know.

Jack's gonna love that.
Yep.

I'm not interested
in what Jack loves.

You didn't tell me your name.

Uh, Zoe Gallagher.

And this patient is now all yours,
Doctor.

Ruby Sparrow, physiotherapist.

Bartholomew West, patient.
Everyone calls me Bart.

Oh, I like Bartholomew.

And considering we're about to have
a very special relationship,

I'd like to stick to that.

Uh, Dr Campion.

How you feeling today, Homer?

Much better now that I'm out of ICU.

Good, good, good.

Any pain?

A little.

I'm on fentanyl -
the morphine wasn't working.

Ah. Any sign of peristalsis?

Not really.

Oh, come on, Homer,
don't be embarrassed.

I just want to know
if you farted or not.

I'm sorry, are you consulting
for Dr Hughes?

Dr Campion is my boss.

Frank Campion, head of Emergency.

Well, as you can see, Dr Campion,
we're about to start physio.

He's not ready yet.

Dr Hughes says he is.

Oh, does he now?

Yes, he does, and so do I.

But you're the important one.
What do you say?

Do you want to give it a go?

Uh, I've got to start sometime.

RICKY: What have we got?

Sharon Cox. Five-day history of
chills, muscle aches and diarrhoea.

She's also got a sore throat, chest
pains and compromised breathing.

It's possible pneumonia, but you're
going to need X-rays to confirm it.

I shouldn't be here.

Can you please just take me home?

Hey, you must have been feeling sick
if you called an ambulance.

No, I didn't call them.

No, her GP called us
straight to his surgery.

Reckons our lovely patient here

would have rather have gone home
and died before getting treatment.

I know what happens - someone
comes in here with a sore head

and next minute they're dead.

You're not going to die.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Now, look, just relax, Mrs Cox,
and enjoy your stay.

You know what, put your feet up,
talk to Ricky.

See Ricky here, she loves a chat.

Alright, we'll get you into this gown

and then I'll see what I can do
about rustling up a doctor.

Don't rush them.
I'm not in any hurry.

Sharon, the doctors will sort it out.

Do you believe in karma?

Why?

I do.

You get what you deserve.

So what's the plan, Ruby?

Well, today I was hoping to get you
out of this bed and into that chair.

You must be bloody joking! Why not
start him on a 100m sprint?

I mean,
put some real pressure on him.

Maybe it would be best
if we had some privacy.

These sessions can be difficult

and something he really
doesn't need an audience for.

I'm sorry, I'm staying.

I'm OK, Dr Campion.

Don't you overdo it.
That's an order.

You've got half an hour.

No, sir.

OK, you ready?

Alright, first I'm going
to sit you up.

It's really going to hurt and you'll
probably get a little bit dizzy.

Alright? So just be prepared
for that.

OK.

Yeah? OK. Hold this.

Alright, I'm going to lift you up.
Ready?

Deep breaths. And up you go.

(Groans)
OK.

Listen, you do whatever it takes
to get through.

There's nothing I haven't
seen or heard before.

OK.

OK.

Do you want to try it again?
Yeah.

Yeah? OK, come on, then.

Deep breath in.

And up we go.

(Groans and pants)

You did it.

(Pants)

You OK?
Yeah.

(Breathes heavily and groans)

Is she any good?

No, I picked the worst one
I could find.

She's a bit bloody young.
Do you want me to cancel her?

It's just that Bart looks distressed.

Frank, he's doing as well
as can be expected.

It's too bloody early
for him to have physio.

He needs to get out of bed
and get mobile and you know it.

RICKY: Frank!

I've got a patient in subacute 5...

Give it to Gallagher.

Oh.

Zoe.

Where's Frank?
I just saw him getting in the lift.

Somebody needs to talk to him.

Don't look at me.
I have already tried.

Can we call in a locum,
somebody to cover...

No.

Admin won't approve extra spending
until Frank finalises the budget.

Well, isn't this bullshit?

I've got patients to see.

I've got a patient in subacute 5 -
Sharon Cox, suspected pneumonia.

When Sean's free, he'll see to her.
She's category 2.

Brought in by an ambulance.
She's been waiting 20 minutes.

Sharon, hi, I'm Dr Gallagher.

You've been a bit sick, I believe.

I've got pneumonia.

Hmm. That's what your doctor
suspects.

Do you mind if I take a listen?

No. Be my guest.

OK, deep breath in.

I'm just going to take
your blood pressure.

It'll be high. I have high
blood pressure as well.

Sure you do.

OK. Let's get a chest X-ray
and bloods and urine MCNS.

Now, you do have
a lot of congestion.

Did the GP prescribe anything?

No. I wouldn't let him.

I'm allergic to penicillin.
I almost died once from a reaction.

There are other alternatives.

Look, I'm probably allergic
to them as well.

Zoe, we've got an MVA incoming.

OK.
It's at the door right now.

Let's give her 2g ceftriaxone IVI.
What's that?

It's not penicillin so I promise
you won't have a reaction.

Can you let me know when you have
the results back from the bloods?

How is my blood pressure?

Oh, it's a bit high.

I told you.

Do you always assume it's bad news?

Well, I've learned to live
with that expectation.

Oh, come on.
Where's your positive attitude?

You're a bit of a pollyanna,
aren't you?

Yeah, well. I like to try.

You'll get over it.

Do I feel I won't be able to operate
without a hit of morphine?

Yeah.

I'm a surgeon. I don't have
the luxury of doubt.

Would you say you're defined
by your choice of career?

I'd say that who I am
left me no option.

A divine right.

It takes a certain kind of person
to cut into the flesh of another.

You should try it sometime.
I think you'd be a natural.

Thank you. But I like my patients
to be conscious when I treat them.

Yeah. Why?

I enjoy the conversation.

What about your colleagues?

How do you think they'll react
to your being back?

I don't think they'll exactly be

getting out the brass bands
and the dancing girls.

Did you burn some bridges
before you left?

I let some people down. Yeah.

Hey, Jack, good to see you again.

What have we got?

A ruptured femoral artery
and a transverse compound fracture

of the middle third of the femur,

but it's the artery
that's our main concern.

Arteries. Femurs.

Come on, Mike,

I thought you believed in operating
on the whole person,

not just their components.

They tell me you're a registrar now.
That's good.

Means I don't have to
hold your hand anymore.

Let's get one thing straight.

I'm here because you're my boss
and you asked for me.

But if you want the truth,
I think you're an arsehole.

So why don't we just cut the crap
and get on with it, shall we?

(Coughs) I'm sorry.
That's all I could get.

Um, when did you last
go to the toilet?

Yesterday.

That's not good, is it?

I'll let the doctor know. She might
want to run a few more tests.

That's it. I'm dead.

Hey, it doesn't mean you're going
to die. It's just a complication.

That's what they all are,
aren't they?

Complications?

Every bad thing that happens to you.

My whole life's a complication.

Career, marriage, children.

Do you have children?
Um, no.

But I'd like to one day.

Don't leave it. I made that mistake.

You think you're young
and you've got plenty of time,

but time passes,
and before you know it...

Tim...was my husband.

He was baby mad.

He wanted kids from the day
we were married.

I just kept making excuses, until...

Is that why you think you deserve
bad things to happen to you?

Because you didn't have children?
No.

I deserve bad things because
I was too arrogant and stupid

to enjoy the good times
when they were there.

Hey, it's OK.

(Cries)

He was only 40.

In the morning
he complained of a headache...

..and by afternoon they were asking
if I wanted to donate his organs.

It was a massive brain haemorrhage.

There was nothing
that could have been done.

Do you know what it's like? To watch
someone you love die in front of you?

I lost my brother recently.

It hurts so much.

OK, I want you to partially
take your weight on the good leg

and then just use me for support
and put this leg down too,

otherwise you're going to get
one mother of a cramp.

Couldn't be worse than this.
Do you want to bet on it?

OK. Are you ready for the next step?

Can you give me a minute?
Sure, sure.

Just take deep breaths.

Oh, your patient's just pathetic.

I've seen footy players cry like
babies. Trust me, you're doing great.

Thanks.
Come on, tiger.

Ready for the hard yards? You right?

OK. I'm going to twist you round, OK?

(Grunts)

Hey, well done! You did it!

And you didn't even swear at me once.

Are you OK? OK. Well, hang on.

Here. Focus on your breathing.

I'm going to get you
something for the nausea.

Sparrow! Sparrow!

It's alright, mate. I'm here.

Sparrow, get your arse in here!

Where the hell were you?
I went to get a nurse.

Why did you leave him?
To get some Maxolon.

The session's going
really well today.

You call this good, do you?

You and your bloody privacy.
I'm alright, Dr Campion.

Help me get him back in bed.

No. We haven't finished...
I beg your pardon?

Bartholomew and I have
a lot more work to do

so I'd appreciate it if you'd leave.

I know what I'm doing.

(Quietly) Alright?
Yeah.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.

I just kept thinking...

..how I'd wasted our life together.

All the things we talked about doing
but never got around to.

Last year I thought I'd finally
chase one of those dreams.

I sold up and invested all my money
in a banana plantation.

Well, that's different.

Yeah.

Well, it was Tim's dream really
but I thought I owed it to him.

It was only after the cyclone hit
that I found out I was uninsured.

And I lost everything.

That's terrible.

The thing is, when I was helping
with the clean-up operation...

..and I saw all that devastation...

..that's when I realised.

Realised what?

That if you spend your life
looking for the positives...

..you're always going to be
disappointed.

I think I'm going to throw up.

I have the budget right here
in front of me.

Yes, of course it's finished. Just
waiting on Dr Campion's signature.

We'll have it to you
by tomorrow morning.

No. Thank you.

Have you had a look at this budget?
It is a mess!

Half the figures are missing,

there are only rough estimates
on most of the costings.

There's no way this is going to be
finished by tomorrow morning.

Maybe we should just tell Admin
the truth before we drown.

No. We can't dob on Frank.
We'll just have to sort it out.

Who's 'we', paleface?

Oh, come on.
We got on top of this before.

We can do it again.

Alright. Give me half.

I actually love slashing and burning
my co-workers' overtime.

It makes me feel kind of powerful.
You're a saint.

Zoe.
I'm listening.

I'm worried about Sharon Cox.

Her BP's down. Her temp's up.

She's got blood in her urine

and she's only passed
about 2 mil since yesterday.

Put in an IDC, hang a bag of saline.
I'll be there as soon as I can.

Frank!

Am I glad to see you.

How's Bart?
He's, um, doing physio.

Well, that's great.

Now listen - Admin, they've
been at us all morning

about getting this budget in
by tomorrow morning.

Alright, alright.
I'll do something about it.

You know they'll cut next month's
funding if they don't receive it.

And as strange as it may seem, Frank,
we can't operate -

actually, correction - YOU can't
operate an ED without doctors.

How's Bart?

Oh, bloody hell! Do I have to
put out a memo? He's fine.

Good. Here you are, then.

What's that?

Staff projections for the budget.

Oh, for God's sake.

Where are you going?

To do the bloody budget.

How's our patient looking?

Blood, gases and vitals are fine.

And thar she blows.

Probably not the best choice of words
for an artery. Clamp.

Clamp.

You'll need to expose it more.
Retractor.

Retractor.

More suction, please.

So, why don't we have
music blaring in here?

Don't tell me your time
in Greenwich Village mellowed you.

Greenwich Village?

Thought you took a job in New York?

I didn't make it to New York, no.

What happened?

Oh, you know. 5-0 prolene.

Well, what did you do instead?

I took a break.

Now loosen the clamp.

Reclamping.

So, you left us hanging
to go to New York

and then you left New York
hanging because...

..you wanted to go on a break.

Now release the clamp.

Good. It's holding.

I was wrong.
You haven't changed a bit.

SONIA: So, the idea of people
knowing the truth bothers you?

It bothers me that I know the truth.

Ignorance was a lot more blissful,
believe me.

You miss being drug-addicted?
Yes, I do sometimes.

What do you feel will happen
if Jack finds out?

It's none of his business!

Are you worried you'll
lose his trust?

Why would I worry about that?

You've said how important trust is
in an operating theatre.

Yeah, and there's a lot of others
lining up to take his place.

Not everyone's as judgmental
as Jack is.

So you're worried about him
passing judgment?

Oh, Sonia, for God's sake.

(Sighs)

What are you worried about, Mike?

I'm just not sure
I could stomach his...pity.

So, where did you go on this
break of yours?

Went somewhere quiet.
Got myself centred.

(Mockingly) What did you do -
find a guru?

I mean, that's what they did
in the '70s, isn't it?

You know - peace, love, incense.

Where was he - on a mountain top?

What's your problem, Jack?

I don't have a problem.
I'm 'centred'.

Look, when you two are finished,
pulse increasing - 117.

BP's down, 95 over 65 and dropping.

Breathing?
Diminished sounds on the left side.

CO2 pressure is rising.

Haemopneumothorax. The fractured
ribs. We need to drain the...

(Angrily) Yeah, I know what to do.

Chest tube and a scalpel, thank you.

BP's still dropping.
Scalpel.

Chest tube.

Jack?

Jack, we need to get that tube in!
Pulse is at 128.

Doctor?
Jack!

Oh, for Christ's sake! If you know
what to do, then bloody well do it!

Give me the scalpel.
Scalpel.

We're losing him.
Pressure is still dropping.

Swab up there.

Jack, we need some help here,
for Christ's sake.

We're losing him.

Jack!

What the hell was that all about?

You froze in there
and I want to know why.

Do you know this patient?

Who is he, Jack?

So, I haven't got pneumonia?

There's definitely shadowing
on the lungs, but it's inconclusive.

I'm worried about
your urine output, though.

How did we go with Sharon's bloods?
Still waiting on the results.

Well, they should tell us
if there's an infection present.

'Should'.

I mean, please, if I'm going to die,
I'd like to know what I'm dying from.

Sharon, you're not gonna die.

Sorry to interrupt. Sean needs
a hand intubating a patient.

The family wants full measures.

OK. I'll be back to check on you
as soon as I can.

Sharon spent some time
in the tropics recently,

so I was thinking maybe it was
Ross River or dengue fever.

Mmm. Both possibilities.

Should I take more bloods
and order those results?

Good idea.
OK.

We should also consider a lumbar
puncture, rule out meningococcal.

Zoe?
Uh-huh. I'm coming.

Let's just get those bloods
back first, OK?

She thinks I'm a pain, doesn't she?

No, she doesn't. She's just busy.

FRANK: No, bugger bloody privacy.

Dr Campion...

Don't 'Dr Campion' me.
You've had your chance.

Hughes, have you seen the torture
this joke of a physio doles out?

She ought to be deregistered.

I'll take that comment
as coming from a concerned friend

as opposed to a colleague.

Take it any way you damn well like.

Frank, can I have a word with you,
please?

Doesn't scare you?

No, but he's a bit of a worrywart,
isn't he?

You know, you shouldn't
let him scare you either.

No, he doesn't.

Then why don't you
stand up for yourself more?

I do, when I need to.
You need to now.

You've a hell of a long way to go
before you're back on your feet.

Dr Campion's done a lot for me. Not
just now, but before the shooting.

If he wants to stay involved
in my recovery,

I'm more than happy
to have him around.

(Sighs)

I'm sorry.

I was out of line.

So, are you ready
to get back to work?

Yeah, I am.

OK.

Just let her do her job, Frank.

What's this bullshit
about Bart being discharged?

Bart's gonna go home later this week
if all goes according to plan.

He's not ready.
Is it him who's not ready, or you?

When Homer tells me to stay away,
I'll stay away.

Until then...

How are things at home, Frank?
None of your bloody business.

All this time you've been spending
at the hospital -

how does Eve feel about that?

Eve understands that
I need to be here right now.

That kid is lying up there
because of me.

The sooner you get that
through your thick head,

the better off we'll all be.

You're obsessed with this, Frank.

It's not healthy.

Sharon Cox's bloods.

Her white blood cell count
is marginally high,

but she's got a negative viral load,

so it can't be meningitis,
Ross River or dengue.

It was a good thought, though.

I know you think I was out of line.

I don't, but maybe
it is just pneumonia.

Well, maybe it isn't.

You know what? She's scared, Zoe.

She just lost her husband recently.

I just want us to do
everything we can for her.

Well, keep her on the ceftriaxone
for now,

let me know how the urine output is,

and, Ricky,
we ARE doing everything we can.

Jack. You and I need to talk.

No, I have an appendicectomy.

Correction - you had a patient
requiring an appendicectomy.

I put another surgeon onto it.

Theatre 5, Daniel.
Right.

SONYA: You know mending those bridges
might take some time.

Yeah, I know.

And effort.
D'you reckon I'm up to it?

I don't know.

You like to make it a challenge.

How's that?

3.5 months before I could get you
to admit that you took drugs...

..because you liked them.

(Chuckles)

And they made me
a much more interesting person.

(Chuckles) Another two months
to get to that.

We've all got issues, Mike.

And you have no idea
how your absence has affected Jack.

Or any of your colleagues.

I need an explanation, Jack.

I can't have a member of my team

freaking out
in the operating theatre.

You take one more step, I'll
have you up on disciplinary action.

Letting YOU down. That's rich, Mike.

Listen up, sunshine. I took
a leave of absence, as is my right.

You didn't like it, I'm sorry.

D'you know what happened
after you left, Mike?

I wasn't let near
an operating theatre for months.

The other surgeons made sure of it.

OK, so you had a rough time.

Do you ever stop to think that they
were punishing you through jealousy?

You're a damn good surgeon, Jack.

I suppose you take credit for this,
do you?

In part, yes.

Screw you.

Still doesn't explain why
you choked at the table.

It's none of your business.

(Scoffs) Like bloody hell it isn't!

What, you want honesty,
do you, Mike?

Sure. Why don't you start
by leading the way?

Why don't you tell me
what the hell made you pack up

without any explanation at all?

You see, trust -
it's a two-way street.

Who is he, Jack?
Leave it, Mike.

Your creature turn on you?
Yeah.

Feel like Dr-bloody-Frankenstein.
Mmm.

D'you tell him I went to New York?

What d'you want me to say -

"Your mentor's gone into drug rehab.
Send him a bag of fruit"?

Mmm.
You clean?

According to my tox screens.

Have to piss in a jar twice a week

and bare my soul to a total stranger
in therapy sessions,

but I suppose
it's all a means to an end.

It is that.

Hey, you parked in my car spot
purposely, didn't you?

You moved it?
Nah.

Bastard.
(Chuckles)

We all need kicks, Frank.

I'm just trying to cultivate
a few new ones of my own,

like parking in your spot.

Just for fun.

What do you do for fun
these days?

Not much.

Heard about Bart. It's rough.

Frank...you look bad.

I'm alright.

No, no. Trust me. I've just detoxed
20 years of morphine.

I know what 'bad' looks like.

Sharon?

Sharon.

(Faintly) I'm sorry I'm...

..I'm really not good this time.

I'm gonna get Dr Gallagher, OK?

Dan!

Where's Zoe?

She's in Resus.
It's looks ugly. Some guy...

I need a doctor now.
Well...

(Sighs in frustration)

Sean, I need you to see a patient.
What's up?

It's Sharon Cox.
That's Zoe's patient.

OK. Well, Zoe's in Resus. She's busy.

I wouldn't ask,
but she's deteriorating fast.

MONITORS BEEP RAPIDLY

Turn those off.

How long's she been like this?
Not long.

She's hyperkalaemic.
Kidneys are shutting down.

Sharon, my name's Sean.
DAN: What can I do?

Get on to the renal unit.
We need a dialysis machine now.

Hey, we'll get you onto a machine.
You'll be alright.

You hear me, Sharon?
You'll be alright.

(Murmurs) No.

Hey, I don't want to hear you
talking like that.

It's too late.

It's not too late.

It's not pneumonia.
It's not a virus.

Sharon, when exactly
did you start feeling sick?

A couple of weeks back,
while she was up in Innisfail.

OK, Innisfail.

That's why you checked for dengue
and Ross River fever.

Did she say anything else?

She had a banana plantation up there

and was helping with the clean-up
after the cyclone.

Erica.
It's OK. I'm here, Sharon.

Any cuts, scratches, grazes...

What's that?
Did she get that in Queensland?

Have you checked for leptospirosis?

Leptospirosis...

Animal urine in the water supply.

She probably got that
up there in the clean-up.

Hold the ceftriaxone.
Start her on ampicillin - 1g QID.

OK, um, she's allergic to penicillin.

Well, we'll have to risk it.
Give her hydrocortisone, 100mg IVI.

That'll cover for any allergies.

I'm gonna see how Dan's doing
with that dialysis machine.

Please...

I don't wanna die, Erica.

Hey, you listen to me -
we are not gonna let you die, OK?

KNOCK AT DOOR

He's sleeping. (Clears throat)
How'd he go?

Pretty well, considering.

It's been a long day.
Mmm.

Where'd you go?

Believe it or not, Homer,
I do have a department to run.

Sorry.
I didn't mean to take up your time.

No. Well, there's bugger all
to do down there anyway.

Quiet as.

Can you stay for my next session?

Ruby's bringing the walking frame.

If you want me to.

Just as long as you respect
that Ruby's in charge

and she knows what she's doing.

And don't laugh at me
if I fall flat on my face.

Give me a break.

If that's alright with you, Sparrow?

I reckon that'd be OK.

Good.

Dan, who needs the dialysis machine?
It's for Sharon Cox.

I didn't order that.
I did.

Dan, get it set up.
What's going on?

She's in renal failure.
Leptospirosis.

What?

Apparently, she has a farm up north,
fell over, cut her arm...

Yeah, I know how you get it.

It was easy to miss.

(Angrily) No, it wasn't.

Right. This ends now.

RUBY: OK, just one step at a time.
That's all we need.

I know... (Grunts) ..I can do this.

That's right, you can do this.

You OK?

OK, and...four.

Excellent. You'll been running
the 100m dash tomorrow.

Bring it on.

Just steady on, mate.
Don't get ahead of yourself.

(Knocks) Hey, Bart.

Hi, Dr Gallagher.

Frank, I need to talk to you.

You dragged me away
to talk about the bloody budget?

Yes.

The budget and the overworked ED

and the patient I almost lost
because I was covering your arse.

You can't keep going on like this,
Frank.

If you feel
you need to be with Bart,

that's fine, we all understand.

But for God's sake,
put in for leave or something.

Listen, if you've got a problem
with the way I'm running things...

(Scoffs) You're not running things,
Frank. You're not even close.

If you were running things,
we wouldn't be in this mess.

(Sighs)

Look, I can't keep covering for you.

It's not fair on me.

It's not fair on the team.

Most of all, Frank,
it's not fair on the patients.

(Sighs)

Can you let theatre know
we're heading straight up?

I'm onto it.

BP is now 100/65 on the right.

That's a triple 'A', no question.

Today's your lucky day, mate.
What have we got?

It's a triple 'A'. I'm taking him
straight up to theatre.

I take it you brought him in?

Uh, yeah.

He's a 58-year-old male with sudden
onset of central abdominal pain

radiating through to his back.

His pulse is 102 and BP is 135/90.

Both sides?
165 on the right.

Good catch, Jack.

Now, if you don't mind,

I'm gonna take him up to theatre
before it ruptures.

Jack, we've got a theatre
on stand-by

and a resident scrubbing up.

Should I...should I tell them
not to bother?

No, we're good.
We got this covered. Thanks, Mike.

Are you feeling better?
Yeah.

(Both chuckle softly)

What is it?

You do realise, Erica, that I can't
even clean up a disaster zone

without something going wrong?

(Chuckles)

Yeah, well, you're alive,
so that's a positive thing.

You got me there.
Sorry to disappoint you.

That's OK. I'm used to it.

Oh, my head still hurts, though.

That is just the dehydration.
It'll probably go soon.

And the dialysis
should improve the kidney function.

But you can expect at least
a five-day stay in hospital.

The good news is
you didn't seem to have had

a reaction to the penicillin.

Does that mean
I'm not allergic to it?

Well, it could just mean
we got lucky this time.

Well, there you go - some good luck.

That's progress, right?

Yeah. (Chuckles) Wow.

I might even buy a lottery ticket.
(Laughs)

Sharon, I'm sorry that
we got to the point that we did.

I should have caught this earlier,

and the only excuse I can give you
is I was trying.

Sometimes that's just not
good enough.

Well, it's better than not trying.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and see if the bed's ready.

(Sighs heavily)

Were you close to your brother,
Erica?

Yeah, I was.

(Mutters)

Hey, what are you doing here?
I'm not disturbing you?

No, no, no. I'm just, uh...
What's up?

Nothing...nothing.

Thought I'd just see
how you were holding up.

Ah.
Do I need a reason?

No. No, no, no. Of course not.
Of course not.

How's Bart?

He took his first steps today.

Well, so he's on the mend.
That's great.

Well, he's got a way to go.

Yeah, look...sorry, I don't think
I'm gonna make it for dinner tonight,

because Admin's been on my back
to do this bloody budget.

Oh, you've gotta eat.

I could get takeaway.
Give us a chance to talk.

I might not be very good company.

That's alright.
I'll do all the talking.

Evie...

It might take your mind off Bart.

We could talk about us.
That wouldn't be so bad.

Please, please. Don't...don't...

Frank, when is this gonna stop?

When I look Bart in the eye

and know that he's
put the shooting behind him.

I'm sorry. I know you're under
a lot of pressure.

I didn't mean to add to it.

You take care.

(Cries)

Oh!
Oh!

Eve.

I'm sorry. It's so stupid.

Hey. Hey, hey. That's alright.

You OK?
Yeah.

I'm fine.

Uh... Wow, it's good to see you.

I didn't... Frank didn't mention
you were coming back.

There I was,
thinking he was all excited.

You sure you're OK? What is it?

(Sighs heavily) Yeah. I'm, uh...

I'm glowing.

You're glowing as in radiant, or...

..as in...pregnant?

I just found out this morning.

Well, congratulations.
Thanks.

What does the big guy
have to say about it?

I haven't told him about it yet.
Oh, God. (Sobs)

It's alright.

Alright, I'll see ya.

Two pair. Queens and nines.

Oh, man. I've got aces and eights.

What you got, Bart?
Does a straight beat two pair?

Oh, man!

I won? Excellent.

All that shrapnel I took out of you?
I'll put it all back.

I was really nervous
about playing you guys.

I thought you'd all be really good.

OK. Come on, come on.
Let's wrap this up.

Dr Bart needs his rest.

No, no.
Not until we win our money back.

I'm on a winning streak.

Ah, well...count me in.

What are we playing?

Draw poker.

Fives low, jacks open.
$1 to play. $5 limit.

(Laughs contemptuously)

Let's make it interesting, OK?

$5 to play, no limit.

VINCENT: You are so hot right now.
(All laugh)

Watch me and weep, sunshine.

(Farts)

Ooh!
Peristalsis!

Bart the fart.
(All laugh)

Whoa, it's chunky! (Laughs)

What's this?

750ml of the very finest
single malt whisky.

Ooh!

By way of a belated thanks, I guess.

Of course, it's nicer with a bit
of ice, maybe cut crystal glass,

but...whatever.

I'm practising abstinence
from anything remotely pleasurable

until I get my addictive personality
under control.

That means alcohol, sex...

Parking in other people's spots.

Hmm.

Frank, why don't I give you
some advice for a change?

Take the bottle home.

It's a lot more fun
getting drunk with someone you love.

Yeah. (Sighs)

D'you know Jack Quade shut me out
of the operating theatre

this afternoon?

Really?
Yeah.

I'd have fired him on the spot if
I wasn't so impressed with his gall.

Well, you taught him well.

Too well, perhaps.

First he freezes up on me
in the operating theatre, now this.

I don't know.

You got any idea what's going on
in that young lad's head, Frank?

He has given you the key, Vlasek.

It's up to you to use it.

You are the master
of avoiding the issue.

But it won't change the fact that

you can't predict
what you'll be faced with tomorrow,

or how you'll feel.

As much as you might like to.

Your colleagues might surprise you,
Mike.

You might even surprise yourself.

MIKE: I have a morphine addiction.

You wanted to know where I was.

I was in rehab.

Who is he, Jack? Relative, friend?

It's neither.

How do you know him?

I met him when I was a kid.

How old were you?

13.

(Sighs)
How well did you know him?

More than I wanted to.