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SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE

INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna go back to Canada.

Ca-Canada?

Yeah, I called a few people
I met when I was over there

and I've teed up a few interviews.

Well, Vincent...

What - you couldn't get a job
at St Angela's or somewhere closer,

or you didn't even try?

No, I didn't try.

Why's this so sudden?

Oh, he's crashing.

Push the heart booster.
I'll start bagging.

EQUIPMENT BEEPS RAPIDLY

He's just arrested.

OK. Commencing compressions.
What's the story?

Hamish Summers. 10-year-old male.

Front passenger
in a two-vehicle MVA.

Has he been conscious at all?
Yeah, briefly.

He was trapped for over an hour.
Let's get him inside.

We gave him 10mg of morphine

for severe sternal pain
when we got there.

Morning.

Did you crash here last night?

Yep.

I didn't know you were on call.

Didn't know my roster
was so interesting to you.

EKG MACHINE BEEPS CONTINUOUSLY

300 MICs of adrenaline, please.

Set the defib to 50.

This the boy from the MVA?

Don't surgeons shave anymore?

What's the story?
We're trying to find out.

Clear.

EKG MACHINE FLATLINES

No output.

Charge to 50 again.

Who was driving?

His Dad. Bree's bringing him in.
They should be in in any second.

Adrenaline going in.
Clear.

EKG MACHINE FLATLINES
No output. Come on, mate.

EKG MACHINE BEEPS

Give me those.

Charge to 70.

EQUIPMENT HUMS

So. Eight hours to go, eh?

Can't come soon enough.

Clear.

Joe Summers, driver
in two-vehicle MVA.

Has obvious seatbelt injuries and
abdo tenderness on the left side.

OK. Acute suite.

Hey, Joe. I'm Dr Quade.
Do you remember what happened?

I was in a car accident.

He was stable in transit.

First bag of Hartmann's running
and Penthrox inhaler given.

Joe, can you tell me where you are?

JOE: Hospital.
Mm-hm.

My son Hamish, is he here?

The doctors are with him right now.

We're just gonna move you across
onto this bed, OK?

Wait. How is he? How's my boy?

Well, I will find out for you
in just a second, alright?

DEFIBRILLATOR THUDS, EKG FLATLINES

Got him! Got him. He's in sinus.

EKG MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

Breathing spontaneously.

Yeah, I'll get
a non-rebreather on him.

Hamish, can you hear me? Can you
open your eyes for me, mate?

His abdo is soft and there's
severe precordial bruising.

No seatbelt ecchymosis.

He was unrestrained?
Looks that way.

His father's been brought in.
What can I tell him?

Pupils are equal and reactive.
He's still unresponsive.

No obvious deformities

and good capillary refill
into the lower extremities.

How are his obs?
BP's low, pulse is 130.

Resps are at 28.

So pretty much all I can tell him
is that his feet are working.

I'll talk to his father.
I'll do it, Frank.

No, it's OK. You've got your hands
full here. Won't be a second.

Let's get some bloods, including
group and hold, and full coags.

Hang a bag of gel, push it through
to get his pressure up.

OK, I'll get a 12-lead ECG for you.

And I'll do the central line.
Yeah. And a Swan-Ganz catheter.

We'll need the FAST in here.

Want me to get onto the blood bank?
Yeah - crossmatch for six.

MONITOR BLIPS, ALARM DINGS

If were gonna get that central
line in, we need to do it now.

ZOE: Do you remember
losing consciousness at all?

JOE: No.
Deep breath in for me, Joe.

(Winces)
Sorry about that.

Won't be much longer.

Chest is clear. There could be
some fractured ribs.

We've got a mild distension and a bit
of guarding round the left flank.

Mm-hm. I know this is uncomfortable,
but once we finish examining you,

we can take the collar off
and give you something for the pain.

It's fine.

You don't have to be
a hero, you know.

Mmm! If you're in pain,
just let us know.

I'm not trying to be a hero.

GABRIELLE: Joe, this is Dr Campion.

He's head of
the emergency department.

How's Hamish?

He's quite badly hurt.

How badly?

His heart stopped at one point.

We've managed to get it
beating normally again

and we're working to keep him stable
until we can do some tests.

Once we get the results,

then we'll decide on
a course of treatment for him.

Joe?

Do you have any questions?

Joe, is there someone we can call
for you - maybe Hamish's mum?

No. She's...
(Woman calls out)

WOMAN: Slow down. It hurts!

She's left us. I don't...
(Woman shrieks)

I lost track of her.

WOMAN: Not so fast, please!

Find out who's responsible
for that caterwauling

and tell them to put a sock in it.

I told you it hurts! Stop! Stop!

Cathy, the soon I can get you to
a bed we can find out what's wrong.

Oh, you've stopped!
What is going on?

This is Cathy Seabold.
She came in through triage.

It hurts so much!

I'm trying to get her into acute,
but every time we move, she screams.

So I hear.

She needs a doctor.
Mm-hm.

Bart. Are you available?

Well, actually I've got, uh...
Good. Erica needs a hand.

Sorry. We're a bit strapped
at the moment.

Sure.

Hi. I'm Dr West.

OK, acute pain in her right leg.

Her obs are normal
but her temp's up.

Right. Well, let's get you on the bed
and find out what's going on.

Slowly, please.

Don't touch it!

We can't help you unless
we can examine it properly.

Come on, Cathy.
I don't trust them.

Who?

Doctors? Why?

That's why my leg's like this -

because of what
the surgeons left behind

after my hysterectomy.

You had a hysterectomy?

Three weeks ago.
It was a total muck-up.

Why didn't you mention it to me
when I took your history?

I couldn't.
Why not?

'Cause you all cover up
for each other.

I assure you, Mrs Seabold,
if a mistake's been made,

I'll do everything in my power
to correct it.

(Laughs dryly) Sure you will.

Bart's not that kind
of doctor, Cathy.

They're all that kind of doctor.

Oh, I've just finished
the FAST on Hamish.

He's positive for pericardial fluid
with a right ventricular collapse.

Right, so with multiple
left-sided rib fractures

and mediastinal widening...

Cardiac tamponade.
Yep. He needs to get to theatre.

I'll go upstairs and prep,
you bring him up as soon as you can.

Oh, and, Vincent, tell me something -

you leaving, it's not
because of me, is it?

Would it matter if it was?

Well, I'd like to know.

Don't flatter yourself, Mike.

I've worked with plenty
of arrogant consultants.

None of them's ever pushed me
out of a job.

Alright, so I'm not the bastard
who broke the camel's back?

You're not even the tiniest fraction
of what this is about.

That's good to know.
Can I get back to my patient?

Yeah, sure.
Thanks.

Cathy, I phoned your surgeon
over at St Angela's

and got him to fax through
the count for your hysterectomy.

Here you are.

This shows the number of instruments
counted before your operation

and then again after.

You see - the count matches,

so there was nothing
left inside of you.

(Scoffs uncertainly)
Doesn't mean anything.

It could have been written
by anyone at any time.

Cathy, can we talk about what you did
when you got home from the hospital?

What I did?

We need to know how you went

with your post-operative exercises
your doctor gave you.

Did you do them?
I tried.

My stomach hurt too much.

Well, you'd just had
major abdominal surgery.

You must have expected some pain.

Not like this.

I could hardly move.
My leg started to swell.

I couldn't walk!

It's alright. We understand.

The hospital should have organised
some home support for you.

Well, they shouldn't have left
something inside me.

Why does he find it so difficult to
believe that doctors make mistakes?

Because I don't believe they have.

What I'd like to do is take you
for an ultrasound on your leg.

You just want to brush this
under the carpet, don't you?

Well, I'm not going to
let that happen.

And neither are we.

We're gonna take those X-rays

and we're gonna make sure there's
been nothing left inside you.

Aren't we, Dr West?
Oh, thank you.

Erica, can I have a word with you
for a minute?

Look, if I'd wanted X-rays done,
I'd have ordered them myself.

Yeah, I know, but it can't hurt...
It's a waste of time.

She has a deep vein thrombosis
from a lack of post-op exercises.

Sooner we start treating that,
the better off she'll be.

Well, it can't help to humour her.

You wouldn't undermine
any other doctor like this, Ricky.

So don't do it to me!
I'm not undermining you.

Just do the X-rays as quickly as you
can and then do the ultrasound.

Certainly, Dr West.

When can I see my son?

As soon as possible, Joe.

BP's down - 95 on 55
and he's tachycardic at 100.

Mmm. Pathology results
don't make for great reading.

Joe, what we're gonna have to do
is take you off for some scans, OK?

It's alright, Joe.
It won't take long.

No, I think we'll wait a bit.

Mmm, sorry, mate - we can't.

You're hurt and we have to
find out how badly.

I don't want to leave my boy.

Joe, if anything changes,
anything at all, I'll come get you.

I promise.

Hamish won't be here anyway, Joe.

He needs to go up to theatre
for heart surgery.

What?!

He has what's called
a 'cardiac tamponade'.

The sac around his heart
is filling with fluid

and it's preventing his heart
from beating properly.

So, with your consent,
our surgeons will drain the fluid

and make whatever repair
is necessary.

Heart surgery?
No way - h-he's just a kid.

How can he survive heart surgery?

There are some risks
associated with the procedure, Joe,

but in your son's case,
we have no choice.

What are the risks?

His heart's already compromised. We
can't guarantee it won't stop again.

What if they don't do the operation?

Hamish won't survive without it.

Joe, look, I know this is scary
but they really have to do this.

If his heart stops again,
I want you to let him go.

I mean it. Don't resuscitate him.

He doesn't want us to resuscitate
his son. I don't believe that.

Does he understand
what he's asking for?

He's afraid
his son might suffer brain damage.

We've got it covered.

Zoe's putting an argument to the
medical board for a treatment order.

Good. Let's hope we get it
before he needs to be resuscitated.

Let me talk to the father, Frank.

Let us handle it, Beaumont.

The boy's stable for the moment,
and that's all that matters now.

We're good to go.

Good luck.
We're gonna need more than that.

MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY

DAN: He's crashing!
What do we do, Frank?

Everything we can.

VINCENT: Prep for
a pericardiocentesis, please.

Heart rate's falling.
BP's down to 50 on 35.

Give him a bolus of adrenaline.

Got it.

MONITOR ALARM BEEPS RAPIDLY

Adrenaline 1mg going in.

Come on, Hughes. Come on.

Through the pericardium.

Aspirating now.

MONITOR BEEPS CHANGE TONE,
ALARM STOPS

His rhythm's holding.

BP's coming up.
Right.

Let's hope that keeps him stable
until we can get him upstairs.

CHARLOTTE: It's OK, Hamish.

Everything's going to be OK.

Jack, how's he going?

He still won't let us
take him for scans

so your guess is
as good as mine, Frank.

Joe, you have got to let us
help you - and your son.

I'm not stopping you
from helping him.

Hamish's condition is much worse.

We've already drained some fluid
from around his heart,

but no doubt it is building up again
as we speak.

He's probably brain-damaged.

There's no way of knowing that yet.

But you can't guarantee he's not.

No, no. There's no guarantees.

I don't want my son dribbling
and crapping in a bed somewhere.

I love him too much
to do that to him.

Nobody's asking you
to do that to him.

I still don't want you
to resuscitate him!

I'm sorry. I can't follow
your instructions.

He's my son!
Yes, and he's my patient.

So unless there's
some underlying medical condition

that we don't know about,

I'll do everything in my power
to pull him through.

Joe. Joe! You need to stay in bed.
Don't you dare!

He's mine! He's mine!
Joe!

How was that? Not too painful?

(Winces) No, it was fine. Thank you.

Thank you for making
that doctor see reason.

With people like you around the
hospitals, we might be better off.

Speak of the devil.

The good news is
your abdominal X-ray is clear,

which means we can be
completely sure

that nothing was left inside you.

I KNEW you'd say that.

What we have found

is that you have a significant
deep vein thrombosis in your leg.

That's why your leg's
been so painful.

And you're trying to tell me that
has nothing to do with my operation.

(Impatiently) No. Your operation had
everything to do with it, Cathy.

Just having the operation
put you at risk of a DVT.

Now, that was dramatically increased
by any period of inactivity -

in your case, not doing
your exercises after the surgery.

Oh! So it's my fault.
Is that what you're saying?

He's not criticising you.
He's just trying to...

Do you know how long
I had to wait for my hysterectomy?

18 months.
I'm sorry about that.

But right now...
18 months of pain.

And then when I finally get
to have the operation, this happens.

(Tearfully) Well, that's it.
I can't do it anymore.

It's just one stuff-up
after the other.

Is there anyone you want me to call?
Go to hell!

Look, I'm not condoning
his father's decision.

I'm just suggesting there might be
some perverse logic to it.

Hamish could have suffered
significant brain damage.

The operative word being 'could'.

But, Charlotte, it's a very real
fear, no matter how misguided,

and because he loves his son,

he doesn't want to see him
go through any further pain.

Only someone
who doesn't HAVE children

would say something so ridiculous.

I'm sorry.

We don't always understand
the choices people make.

No, we don't.

But I think we have to trust

that there is a very good reason
for making them.

OK?

I'll write her up
for a heparin infusion.

And you want compression stockings
put on her?

If you can get them on her,
that'd be great.

I will do that, Doctor.

Erica...

Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut
and just do as ordered.

Uh, yeah, Zoe.
What's going on up there?

What? Yeah, OK.

Homer, what's the problem
between you and Templeton?

It's just a difference of opinion
on a patient.

(Scoffs)
Nothing I can't handle.

Yep. What?

Well, tell them
to pull their bloody fingers out!

No, I've got
a 10-year-old boy down here

whose father wants me to let him die

so tell them to finish
whatever the hell they're doing

and get on with it!

Yep. (Sighs impatiently)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know it's a difficult one.

Anything I can do?

Yeah, stop pissing off the nurses.

Any word from
the medical supervisor?

"Decision pending".
They know we want an answer.

Frank, has Vincent mentioned to you
why he's leaving?

Nope.

Is it Mike Vlasek?

Beaumont, I don't have time
to figure out

problems between you
and your ex-husband.

If you want any of the details,
ask HIM.

Excuse me, Frank.

(Snaps) What?

Kelly Summers is here.

Hamish's mother.

Why would Joe say
that I'd left them?

Hamish has lived with me
ever since the divorce.

I'm so sorry. Had we known,
of course we would have called you.

It's not your fault.

With when Hamish didn't show up
at school this morning,

his teacher phoned me straightaway.

So your husband took your son
without permission?

Yes.

I tried to phone Joe but there was
no answer, he wasn't as his place...

It's alright. You're here now.

I just had this terrible feeling
something had happened to them

so I started to phone the hospitals.

Mmm.

Can I see my son? Please?
Yes, yes, yes. Of course.

But right now we're getting him
ready for surgery.

If you're the custodial parent,
we'll need your consent.

Yes. Please...
do whatever you have to.

Thank you.

Now, your husband has instructed
that should your son's heart stop,

we are not to restart it.

What?

Joe told you that?

Do you know any reason

why he wouldn't want us to do
everything we can to treat your son?

No.

No, Joe loves Hamish.

That's why he's found this whole
custody thing so hard to accept.

PAGER BEEPS

Is that Hamish?
Stay with her.

Is he alright?

Please, is my son OK?

Just let the doctor see to your boy.

Hey, why aren't you in there
helping with the boy?

Vincent's in there.
I trained you to be a surgeon.

I'm getting the father...
Not to make phone calls.

JACK: Yep, yep, yep. I'm here.

What's going on?
I'm aspirating fluid to buy time.

DAN: BP's falling again - 65 on 40.
We have to get him to theatre.

60 on 35. He's crashing.

CHARLOTTE: Thoracotomy?
Unless you've got a better idea.

I'll do it.
No, no, no. I'm alright.

Call me if you need me.
I will.

What's wrong with you?
Nothing. I'm fine.

You are not.

Why don't you take care
of things down here

and I'll look after myself, alright?

Hey, guys, come on.
Come on. Let's move.

We've got active bleeding here.

There's free fluid in the peritoneum.

Blunt trauma to the abdo -
do you reckon it's his spleen?

Yeah, it's likely.
Yeah.

Well, BP's 80 on 50
and he's still tachy at 120.

OK, we're running
out of time now, Joe.

We need to get you to theatre.

The bleeding from your spleen
is leaking into your abdomen.

It needs to be stopped, immediately.

Not yet.

This can't wait any longer.

If you stay here, you will die. We
can't make it any clearer than that.

What are you doing here?
Why did you take him, Joe?

Do you hate me that much?
Yes, I do.

You could have killed him!
Hang on a minute...

He's just a little boy, Joe!

He has nothing to do with
the way you feel about me!

He has everything to do with it.

He's my son, and you don't get
to take him away from me.

You...!
Whoa! OK.

Hey, hey.

I'd rather he were dead.

MACHINERY BEEPS

Charge to 10. Another milligram
of adrenaline, please.

Need more suction here.

Adrenaline in.

Intercostal vessels have lacerated.
Haemostat.

Charge.

EKG MACHINE HUMS AND BEEPS

Clear.

It's still on VF.
Charge to 15.

Are you in the pericardium?

I'm almost there.

Oh, there's a huge clot here, Frank.

Charge.
EKG MACHINE HUMS

Clear.

DEFIBRILLATOR ZAPS

Still VF.

Need more suction, please.

Sponge.

Another haemostat.

OK, here I go.

STEADY BEEP
Asystole.

Resuming compressions.

Oh, no.
What? What is it?

There's a complete disruption
of the ventricular septal wall.

Well, that's it, then.
There's no more we can do.

Time of death - 9:57.

I'm so sorry - your son had
a tear in his heart,

which meant that it couldn't pump
blood effectively throughout the...

(Sobs) Oh, no!

(Kelly cries) Oh, God!

He's gone, isn't he?

Is he ready for theatre?
Yeah.

Then do it.

(Kelly continues sobbing)

This drug's called heparin.

It'll help thin the blood

and stop that clot in your leg
from getting any bigger.

We'll need to take blood from you
every six hours

to check the clotting.

You don't like me very much, do you?

Well, it's OK. The feeling's mutual.

Mrs Seabold, listen to me.

I just called St Angela's
about your hysterectomy.

I just wanted to clear something up.

Now, they had your operation
booked in for January of last year.

And they cancelled it.
Yes, they did.

But according to their records,
they rescheduled it six weeks later.

So?

Well, you didn't have the operation
for another 16 months. Why not?

Why didn't you have the operation
earlier, Cathy?

You must have been in so much pain.

Cathy...

MIKE: Scalpel.

WOMAN: Scalpel.

Sponge.

Come on, come on. Move it.
Sponge.

Right. Diathermy.

No, not there. More over here.

I can't see what you're pointing at.

Well, use the forceps to spread it
if you have to.

(Sighs)

BEEPING

Gonna do something about that before
his BP bottoms out and kills him?

Prep the rapid infuser,
and somebody call the blood bank,

tell them we need
four units of crossmatched.

Place is worse than a morgue.
Can we have some music?

Something loud.

LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

Been a while since we've had
a soundtrack in here, Mike.

Mike?
Louder.

(Sniffs) I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Is there someone I can call for you?

Um, family, maybe a friend?

No, there's no-one.

Geoffrey was all I needed.
And now he's gone.

Your husband?

What happened?
Oh...

That's the million-dollar question.

Well, what do you mean?

One moment he was mowing the lawn,

like he's done
a thousand times before,

and the next,
he was lying on the ground.

And no-one could tell me anything.

No-one told me anything.

Not one doctor...

..explained to me
why my husband was dead.

So that's why
you put the operation off.

(Inhales shakily)

It's alright.

Patient's settled into ICU.

Good.

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY

So...

Is there a problem?

PAGER BEEPS

You gonna get that?

Call me if you need a hand
with anything.

If you need anything or you have
any questions, please call me.

Thank you.

I can also give you
some contact numbers

if...you feel you need
to talk to someone.

Well, I'm...

I'm moving, actually, so I'll...
I'll...I'll find...

..I'll find someone.

Come on. Come on. Let's sit here.

(Sniffs)

I'm sorry.

It's alright. It's alright.

Talk to me.

We should have just...

..stayed here.

And then everything would be
alright, and Hamish...

It's moving.
That's what started all of this.

Joe didn't want you to take Hamish?
No.

I didn't want to go to court
for custody.

It was awarded yesterday.

(Sobs) Not that it means much now,
does it?

Shh.

(Sobs)

(Kelly sobs)

FRANK: Joe.

Hamish doesn't have
any seatbelt bruising,

which leads us to believe
that he wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

So the police have been called, and
they'll want to have a chat to you

about this accident you've had.

He's better off where he is.

No 10-year-old deserves to be in
a body bag on his way to the morgue,

especially when the person
who loves and protects him

is the one responsible
for putting him there.

He won't be alone.

As soon as I get out of here,
I'll be joining him.

Go easy on her, OK?

It's time she heard the truth.
Maybe then we can actually treat her.

She's scared.
I know what I'm doing.

Cathy, I've been making
a few phone calls for you.

Oh. Is that why they spend
so much time at university?

To learn how to make phone calls
and harass patients?

I want to talk to you
about your husband.

You told him.
Yes, she did.

But you need to listen to me now, OK?

Look, according
to the medical records,

your husband suffered
what's called a cerebral aneurysm.

Nobody told me that.
Yes, they did.

It's all here in the documentation.

You calling me a liar?

Maybe you don't remember the...
How dare you?

You were probably upset and in shock.

If you think you can push me around,
you've got another think coming.

For God's sake, will you stop it?

It is my turn to talk.
Do you understand?

Your husband suffered an aneurysm.

That's where
a vessel in the brain ruptures.

Death is instant
and completely painless,

and there's nothing
that you could have done.

Bart...

If you don't let us treat you,
that clot in your leg could dislodge.

And then you'll be dead just as fast.

You let me know
if you have any questions.

Would've been nice to go out
on a win, I guess.

Yeah. Yeah, it would've.

Still, you gave it your best.

Just gotta move on.

You know, there's a few people
around here who are gonna miss you.

But not you?

Well, I'll miss knowing
there's a surgeon

I can absolutely trust
when I'm not around.

Was that a compliment?
No, no.

More just a statement of fact.

Of course, I know
you're going to miss me.

I may have already
forgotten you, Mike.

(Both laugh softly)

BELL DINGS

Adrian Singh, 56.

On transfer from
Fernside Private Hospital.

I've got this, mate.
No, you don't.

Get him assessed as soon as possible.
I'll get theatre on stand-by.

Vincent, I'm trying
to do you a favour.

Go! Take an early mark.

BELL DINGS

Don't go.

I'm serious, Vinnie.
I don't want you to go.

I have to.

No, you don't. It's just a job.
You can get one here.

Hey, you were the one who suggested

I should have a crack
at being a consultant.

I didn't say, "Go to Canada."

What if you don't get a job?

I will.

And even if I don't...

..this is something I have to do.

This is really what you want?

This is really what I want.

But, you know...
it'd be a whole lot better

if you could be happy for me.

I am happy for you.

I'm just...just sad for myself.

I'll miss you.

Come here.

(Sighs)

I remember that word - 'aneurysm'.

I remember somebody saying it to me.

It's not all that unusual

for grief to stop you
from taking in information.

Oh, he was sick enough to die
and I didn't even notice it.

How could that happen?

Well, it's like Bart said -

there's...there's no warning,
no symptoms for you to notice.

It's just one of those things
that's impossible to predict.

But we can predict
what will happen to you

if you don't start taking
your medical situation seriously.

(Sighs)

I don't care what happens to me.

Well, I do, and so does Dr West.

Well, he's got
a funny way of showing it.

Well, you wouldn't
listen to him, Cathy.

What was he supposed to do?

And I know your exercises hurt,
but you have to do them,

or else you're putting
your life at risk.

So how about
we get you out of this bed?

I can't.
Yes, you can.

And the sooner you start,
the better you're going to feel.

Will you try, please?

(Clicks tongue) Alright.

Just stop nagging me.

ERICA: Bart!

Cathy's out of bed, and Von's going
through her home care needs with her.

So, good outcome.
Yeah.

Because of you.

I gotta get these to Pathology.

You had a thousand reasons
to give up on her today.

She was rude, she was unreasonable

and she'd obviously
been waiting forever

to have a big rant at a doctor.

It doesn't matter, as long as she
gets the treatment that she needs.

No, it DOES matter.

You didn't deserve
what you got today,

and I shouldn't have
undermined you in front of her.

I'm really sorry.

And you're right -

I don't treat you the same way
I treat the other doctors.

And that's not because
I don't respect you.

It's because...
you're not just a doctor.

You're my friend.

At least, I hope you still are,

'cause I'd be really sad
if we lost that.

Me too.

Look, I gotta...
Pathology.

(Chuckles) OK.

I need to talk to you
about something.

We can talk while we work.

No. This is important.

Jack, there's a patient in there
who's not gonna hang about

while we have a deep and meaningful,

so, uh, spit it out.

Are you using again?

What?

I saw you with a syringe
in your hand this morning, so...

..are you back on the morphine?

Ah, there you are.

I was wondering if you were going to
grace me with your presence

before you left.

Does Admin know
that you keep that there?

What are they gonna do, sack you?

Set them up.

You know, Frank,
if I get this Toronto gig,

I'm gonna have my own rooms.

Mmm.

I'll have an office
with my name on it and everything.

Wow, that'll make it all worthwhile,
won't it?

Cheers.
Cheers.

So this is the point where
you tell me how stupid I'm being

and that I could achieve anything
I want if I stay right here.

Not all all.
I think Canada's a great idea.

First-class facility -
you'll be a consultant in no time,

with your own office, apparently.

Have you spoken to Charlotte?

And?

She said she was happy for me.

Did she?
Eventually.

(Chuckles)

(Inhales deeply)

This is something I gotta do, Frank.

Charlotte's got her own life now,

and she doesn't want me
hanging around here

just complicating things.

I just...I don't think
that's fair on her.

Or you.

Do you think running off to Canada

is going to make you feel
any differently about her?

I don't know.

But, uh, if I stay,

eventually things are
gonna get ugly.

You don't know that.

I don't want to wake up
in 20 years time

and realise that I haven't moved on,

and I don't want to resent Charlotte
for that.

I don't want her hating me, either.

Well, that sounds all very rational.

Does it?
Mmm.

Well, it's not.

It's killing me.

But, you know, you...
you once asked me

if I knew the meaning
of the word 'divorce'.

And I think I understand it now.

Why did you put a syringe full of
morphine in front of yourself?

As a test.

And I passed. I didn't want it.

Then.

You didn't want it THEN.
Next time you might.

Then, now, tomorrow, next week.

(Chuckles)
I just don't want it anymore.

I sat there
and I stared at it all night.

I waited for the desire
to come, and...

..it never came.

You were feeling strong -
that's good.

But what happens when you're not?

(Sighs) It's not about being strong.
It's...

The last 12 months
have been about the protocol.

If I take the morphine
I can't be a doctor.

And...I like being a doctor.
It's my life.

I...I was afraid
of losing that, so...

..I did what I had to do.

I stopped the drug-taking.

And now I'm not afraid anymore.

You still needed a loaded syringe
to prove it.

And next time...
No, no, no, no.

There's not gonna be a next time.

Spoken like a true addict.

Sonia, I've been clean
for a whole year now.

And 12 months - that's incredible.
I thought I was gonna get a cake!

(Chuckles)

I'll bake you one
when you've been clean

for longer than
you've been an addict.

How's that for a test?

(Sighs)

Mmm, I don't think
I can wait that long.

Look, um...

..it's been great, but it's over.

You're putting yourself
in danger, Mike.

Yeah, I know.

Life is a hell of a lot
more dangerous clean

than it ever was stoned.

I'm aware of that,
and I can handle it.

You need to sit down.
(Sighs)

Nah, I'm sorry. I can't.

Walk out that door
and you'll be forcing me

to report you to the medical board
for non-compliance.

Is that what you want?

Now, please...sit down.

Dr Hughes?

Oh, for the last time,
will you call me Vincent?

Good luck, Vincent.

Bart, next time I see you, I expect
you to be running this place.

Over my dead body.
DAN: So, we off?

GABRIELLE: Oh, we're waiting
for Charlotte.

You're still buying, though,
aren't you?

Hey, Dan, you're not supposed to
take him up on that offer.

Hell, yeah.
I mean, he shouts at his own risk.

Here she is.
OK, we good to go?

Uh, sorry, I just have a few things
to clear up here first.

Well, do you need a hand
with anything?

I'll, um, I'll see you there, OK?

OK.

I won't be long.

Just, um...

..don't drink too much
before I get there.

My fault - I needed her to do
a report on the Resus patients.

Oh, for God's sake,
you just bugger off, will you?

So, what, are we outta here,
or what?

Yeah. We're outta here.