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Jesus.

CAR HORN BLARES CONTINUOUSLY

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh...you stupid idiot.

OK.

Oh, oh, gee.

God. OK, come on, mate.

OK, you're OK.

That's it. You're OK.

You're OK, you're OK, you're... Oh!

(Whimpers) Oh, oh, God.

OK, come on, wake up.

Come on, wake up.

AMBULANCE SIREN WAILS

Oh, God.

Come on.

Hurry! Please hurry.

Hurry! Hurry!

There's no skid marks.
Do you reckon it's brake failure?

Who knows?

Please help him. He needs help.

That's what we're here for.

Can you hear me, mate?

My name's Cate. What's your name?

Uh, my name's Harry. Stop him
bleeding! There's so much blood.

Harry, are you hurt at all? No?

OK, now hold this
up against the wound for me.

That's it. Keep applying pressure.

Like that? OK.

OK, what's his name?
I dunno. I wasn't in the car.

Can you tell us
what happened, Harry?

Yeah, he, um...he swerved and he
hit the pole. He hit it so hard.

It's alright. Was there
any other vehicle involved?

Anyone else in this car?

I think I'm gonna be sick.
That's alright, it's alright.

(Gags, vomits)
I've got it.

Cate.
Yep.

(Harry gags)

PHONES RING

(People jostle, baby cries)
Bloody brilliant.

I'm so sorry.
You don't have to keep saying that.

Get that man into a cubicle.
We're backlogged.

Charlotte phoned to say she'd
be late, so we're two doctors down.

Got a moment?
No!

Subacute 4.

Bloody hell.

Looks like you've hit the jackpot.

This is our Head of Department,
Dr Frank Campion.

Hello, Mary. How you feeling?

Not real flash,
to tell you the truth.

Oh, right. Have you
been with us before?

Mmm.

Mary had a permanent pacemaker
inserted for sick sinus syndrome.

She required dialysis
and amputation of three toes

secondary to rhabdomyolysis.

Jack's landlady, is that right?
Mmm, used to be.

Ahhh. So what brings you
to see us today?

I went a bit funny on the bus.

I reckon it's just
the flu or something.

Did you take a tumble?

It's not like I was getting out
for a look-see or anything.

You know, I've lived in that suburb
for over 40 years

and they reckon we need day trips
to "take in the sights".

Pfft.
Nil LOC. GCS is 15.

Febrile, slightly hypertensive
and monitoring in a paced rhythm.

Mm-hm.

Right, I'll get Dan
to pop you into a gown

and then I'll be back
to give you a complete exam, OK?

A bloody shambles out there.
A dog's breakfast.

I take it it didn't go too well
with Steve last night.

How is he?

Um...

..gone.

Well, I can't say I'm surprised.

He was still making excuses
when I confronted him.

Yeah, but if...

..if I'd...

Given him another chance?
Ha!

You know you can't give
an alcoholic another chance

until they at least admit
they've got a problem.

Yeah, but I could've done more
to help him, Frank.

I could've...
You can't live his life for him.

Especially when he's living his
out of a bottle.

You gonna be alright?

Yeah. I have to be, right?

Mmm.
Yeah. (Sniffs)

It's OK. They'll do something soon.

You want some water?

You don't have to stay, you know.

(Laughs) What, and miss out on
all this fun?

Let's see if we can
get you some help.

Ooh, excuse me!

My...friend's really
not in a good way.

Alright, what's wrong with him?

The headache from hell.
It started around five this morning.

Has he ever had one before?
I dunno. We were on our first date.

We spent the whole night talking

like we'd known each other
for a million years.

It was the best night
of my life. (Laughs)

How you going there, mate?
Are you on medication?

No? Alright, take it easy.

Jaeger?
Yes, what?

Can you get this young gentleman
some dextrose saline -

one litre over an hour.

Maxolon 10mg IVI.
OK, yeah, sure.

Thank you.
No worries.

Is that the best
you could do for him?

Just asking!

Yes, well, until
I clear some beds, yes.

Admin's getting us a locum.
I'll let you know when they have.

Thanks.
Is there anything I can do?

Oh, no, no, no. No.

Jack, it's me. Pick up.

(Sighs) I'm gonna call your mobile.

If you get this message,
give us a call, alright?

How is he?
Setting records on his PlayStation.

How's, um, she?

I should learn
to keep my mouth shut.

Look, you did the right thing, OK?
Steve could've killed someone.

We all know it
and so does Gabrielle.

Yeah, but it doesn't mean
she forgives me for dobbing him in.

Mmm.

Is he gonna be alright?

That'll be up to the doctors, Harry.

They can do more for him
than we can out here.

You mind if he rides
up the front with me?

Why? You've already assessed him
and he's fine.

But he's in shock. I think we should
get him checked out properly.

Harry, Harry...

Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's OK.

Up you get.
I've got you, I've got you.

That's it. Take some nice, slow,
deep breaths for me.

(Inhales deeply)

Shh. Just calm your breathing down.

It's OK. Come on. You're gonna
ride up the front with me. This way.

Here we go.

You've had a pretty rough trot
in the 18 months or so

since we saw you last, haven't you?

I sure as hell didn't plan on
ending my days like this.

No, well, Mary, you have a fever
and as soon as we find out the cause,

we'll have you back on your feet,
home in no time.

'Home' is where I had my garden
and young Jack as a boarder

and the pair of us could
come and go as we pleased.

I take it you are not pleased
with the old persons' place?

I went for a walk one night
because I couldn't sleep.

Next day I found out
I'd been logged as a 'wanderer'.

Oh, at least they're not
ignoring you.

Sometimes being watched and
being ignored can be the same thing.

Well, 'ignored' is one thing you
will not be around here, right, Dan?

Mmm.
BEEPER SOUNDS

Can you give her paracetamol, 1g IVI,
and organise a chest X-ray?

Yep.

OK, is there anyone
you want us to call, Mary?

Only Jack, if he's not too busy.

Yeah, I already tried.
Sorry. He's not answering.

Now, this place seems to be
claiming him more and more lately.

How long since you saw him last?

Mmm, four and a half months.

I thought that he came
to visit you every fortnight.

Well, after your place burnt down
he moved in with me.

Oh, he told me he was
moving in with a nurse.

I assumed it was a girl.

No.

Not last time I checked anyway.

(Laughs)

Malcolm Tanner, mid 40s, driver
in single MVA - car versus pole.

No airbag?
No, car was too old.

Can we get this trolley moved,
please?!

Uh, yes. I can fix that. Hang on.

GCS 8, looks like
a base of skull injury

but maintaining his own airway.

CATE: Come on,
let's get you cleaned up.

Is he gonna be OK?
Where are they taking him?

They're gonna have the best people
looking after him, alright?

Come on, Harry. That's the way.

You're...you're putting us here?

Sorry, love.
We just do what we're told.

This place is more of a madhouse
than usual.

We're surgeons.
We're above all that.

Hey.

Cate.

I'll just, uh...
I'll see you in there.

Right.

We just brought an MVA in.

That'd be my Resus patient.

Yeah. And I'm just waiting
to hand another one over too.

Better not keep you then.
You either.

Come on, Jack. Pick up.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

What?

Hey. Where is she?
Radiology.

Is she okay?
She was brought in by the ambos.

Hypertensive and febrile.
That's her file?

Yeah, but you don't work here
so you're not allowed to look at it.

So how was she
when you last saw her?

Um, she was a bit down
about being in assisted care,

but otherwise she was OK.

Well, a lot's happened since then.

You might get a shock...
Not much could've changed in, um...

Four and a half months?

Oh, Jesus.

Hey, stranger!

Hello!
Bet you've got buckets to tell me.

What's been going on
in your life, super surgeon?

Well, apparently not
half as much as yours, eh?

Well, why didn't you call me?

And tell you what?
I was a bit off colour?

Yeah, that would've been
a good start.

Oh, you know I save all that rubbish

for the quacks
they make me see at the home.

Well, you know, if it was rubbish,
then you wouldn't have ended up here.

Look, it's just the way things are

and not worth
spoiling a good chinwag.

Now, why aren't you wearing
those fancy-schmancy scrubs

you reckon make
all the nurses look twice?

Except you, of course, love.

(Laughs)

Well, I...

..I don't work here anymore.

How come?

Why don't we concentrate on you
for a minute

because I'm worried about you, OK?

MIKE: So, Bart,
what're we looking at?

Decreased air entry
on the left-hand side.

Telling us what?
Possible haemothorax.

Confirmed by our X-ray.
Only three weeks into his rotation.

Hey. Sorry I've been so long.
What do we need?

Some help rolling him
would be great.

C-spine is clear.

There's a base of skull fracture,
so leave the hard collar on for now.

OK.
How we going with next of kin?

The police were onto it.
You want me to chase it up?

No, no. I'll do it.

OK, everyone, on my count.
One, two, three.

BART: Bit of a backlog of patients
out there. Anything I can do to help?

Yes, you can concentrate on
the surgical patient, Bart.

Sorry.
No obvious trauma.

Let's roll him back.

FRANK: OK, I'll leave you to it.

What do we need?
Chest tube, intubation?

Both.
I'll do it.

OK. Um, I'll insert the NG tube.

No, no. Not unless you want to ram
the tube into the patient's brain.

What?
Base of skull fracture, remember?

Yeah, of course.

I'll do it orally
once we set up the ET tube.

We're gonna need some more blood.

I will, um, get onto the blood bank.

Yep, I'll hold.

Gabrielle.
Yeah.

Are you OK?

Yeah. Stupid mistake in there.
That's all.

That's not what I meant.
I know it's not what you meant.

If you need someone to talk to...

The reason we're having
the day from hell

is the fact that my boyfriend
stuffed up royally.

The fact everyone
is being so incredibly nice

is really just ramming
that point home.

So, really, thank you. I am OK.
I don't need to talk. Thank you.

Yes, I'm here.

Yeah, we need two units of
crossmatched A-neg, I think. Yep.

What do you need?
A doctor would be good.

Oh, um...
I'm here. Sorry.

Zach threw up on me
as I was walking out the door.

I had to get completely changed.
It's a nightmare.

Um...OK. What's happening?

I've got a patient I've been waiting
to hand over for the last half hour.

OK, lead the way.

Oh, hell. Where's he gone?

MACHINES BEEP REGULARLY

ERICA: Size eight tube.
ZOE: Thank you.

MIKE: Right, have you got
the occlusive dressing?

DAN: Yep.

Is he going to die?

I'm so sorry. Harry, come on.

I can still feel his blood
coming through my fingers.

It's OK.

MIKE: Attach the suction
and I'll release the clamp.

BART: Alright.

Come on.
Suction's on.

Come on.
Clamp off.

It's my fault.
It's not your fault.

Yes, it is.
You did everything you could.

Yes, it is. It's all my fault.
(Weeps)

Well, you know,
your blood pressure's a little high,

but that's to be expected
after what you've been through.

I thought he was gonna die
right in front of me.

Well, you did the right thing,
stemming the bleeding.

You know, a medical professional
couldn't have done better.

I'm the one who should be dead.

He swerved to miss me.

It was an accident, Harry.

How's he doing?

He's blaming himself.

Hey, I'm gonna come back
and check on you a little later, OK?

You hang in there.

Oh, I brought you
some fresh clothes.

Nothing flash, I'm sorry,

but, uh, a bit more comfy
than what you've got on.

Is there someone
you would like me to call for you?

No. I'm fine.

I'd be much happier if you'd let Von
call someone to come pick you up.

I'm not leaving.

Not until I know that man's OK.

Well, we can organise
for someone to wait with you.

No. I don't want anyone with me.

There are counsellors
you can talk to.

I just want to know
he's going to be OK.

Yeah.

Mary's X-rays and pathology report.

About bloody time.

Mind if we just
scoot you down a little bit?

Oh, Jesus!

Do you think we'll be out here
much longer?

I'm not sure. I can find out
if you like.

Thanks.
Do you want a chair?

I'm fine.
I'm more worried about John.

Hey, Frank, is that Mary's X-rays?
Yeah.

Fluffy bases - staph infection?

Mmm.
The bloods?

For my eyes only, thanks.

I am an ED doctor. You are
a recently retired ex-surgeon.

OK, well, what do they say?
That depends. Why did you quit?

Goldman, have you got
something to do?

Yep.

Well?
Oh, does it matter? I dunno.

Of course it bloody well matters.
Why does it matter?

Because it's a hell of a career
to throw away for the wrong reason.

I couldn't do it anymore.

Now, can I...
Just "couldn't do it anymore"?

That's a poor excuse.

Yes, it's a staph infection,
probably caused by the pacemaker.

And that's supposed
to be the good news?

Well, at least if we know
what's wrong with you,

we know what to do
to make you better.

Well, I never wanted
the bloody thing in the first place!

Oh, hey, the 'thing'

has been keeping you alive
for the past 18 months.

You and I have very different
definitions of 'alive'.

OK, well, just let them run
some tests and then you can decide.

What are you proposing?

We want to put
a camera down your throat

and photograph your heart
and the pacemaker.

No.

Mary, not accepting treatment
makes no sense.

I am accepting treatment!

I'm just refusing
to undergo another operation.

(Sighs) OK, but chances are
the drugs aren't gonna fix you.

The chances are we're gonna have to
replace the pacemaker, OK?

Tough luck, eh?

Well, that may be,
but if you don't replace it,

your infection is going to spread,
your symptoms will get worse

and then your organs
could start to shut down.

I'm not afraid of death.

I have been staring it in the face
for quite a while.

No, you haven't! Your condition
has been totally manageable.

My condition is that
I went from fully functioning

to being an invalid overnight.

I can't garden.
I don't even have one anymore.

I'm sorry
that I haven't come around.

This has got nothing
to do with you,

but since you
brought the subject up,

you did stop having a say in this
over four months ago

so why don't you
get the hell out of here,

go back to whatever it is
that's been keeping you so busy?

And don't you look at me
like that either.

Can you give me a sec?
Cate...

I'll just be a minute, alright?

How are you feeling, Harry?

VON: Well, better now that we've got
fresh clothes on him.

What's happening to the driver?

The doctor's looking after him.

Tell him I'm sorry.

Uh, if you just wait here,
someone will come soon to see you.

He should be in a cubicle, Von.

(Sighs) Not your problem, Cate.

Hi. I'm Dr Beaumont.
How you feeling there, John?

Not great.
OK.

Charlotte, why's Harry
in the waiting room?

Could you just excuse me a minute?
I'll be right back.

Oh, great.

What are you going on about?

Harry Colson, the witness to the MVA.
You were treating him earlier.

He doesn't have physical injuries.
He's traumatised.

He'll be seen by counsellors
when he's ready, Cate.

So that's it - he just gets
thrown in the waiting room?

I don't have time for this. I don't.

Oh...

What?

What are you doing?
This is not your concern.

So everyone keeps telling me, but
if that guy in Resus doesn't make it,

Harry is not gonna cope.

MONITOR BEEPS ERRATICALLY

He's hypotensive and tachycardic.

It could be the hydralazine.
Bart?

It's Beck's triad. He's tamponading.

Let's set up for a thoracotomy.

Why Beck's triad?

A combination of the tachycardia,
hypotension,

the muffled heart sounds
and the raised JVP.

Well diagnosed. Now I want you
to drain the pericardial sac.

Me?

Dr West is gonna need a 50ml syringe
with cardiac needle attached.

BP and his sats are dropping.

Right, find the fourth
intercostal space.

OK.

Insert the needle
at a 45-degree angle.

(Exhales)

Now, when you feel the give,
adjust the needle to 90 degrees.

That's it. Now.

OK, keep pushing forward
till you get a flash.

I'm not getting anything.
Are we in the wrong place?

No, no, we're not.

No, he's overweight. The needle's
not long enough to reach his heart.

We're gonna have to crack his chest.
We don't have a longer one?

Ricky, let's get prepped. I'll need
a scalpel and rib spreaders.

ZOE: I don't know how
this man's holding on.

Neither do I. Somehow he is.
That's all that matters right now.

Hello, the police called and said

my husband's been involved
in a car accident.

OK, what is your husband's name?
Malcolm Tanner.

Is he OK?

Why don't you take a seat
and I'll see what I can find out.

OK.

You alright?

Yeah, it's just crazy how your mind
can run away with things.

How do you mean?

My husband's been in a car accident,
nobody's saying how badly he's hurt,

which means it could be nothing
and it probably is nothing,

but I can't help thinking the worst.

Sorry, I could talk underwater

with a mouth full of marbles
when I'm nervous.

There's a tear in his heart muscle.

Must have happened when
the chest hit the steering wheel.

Your moment to shine is almost here.

Yeah, well, so's his wife.
Any miracles I can report?

Straight into the pericardial sac.
You can't muck around.

I'm not.

Done.
Nice work.

ERICA: OK.

We've got a rhythm but no pulse.
He's in EMD.

Intracardiac adrenaline.
Get the internal paddles.

Yep.
Did I do something wrong?

No, nothing.

Excuse me, Dr West.

Adrenaline in.

Still no output.
Charge to 60.

MACHINE WHIRRS

GABRIELLE: Charged.

Clear.

Charge again.

Do you have any kids?
Two - a boy and a girl.

Have you been waiting long?

Uh, yeah. A while.
There's a bed shortage or something.

Mrs Tanner...

No, no.

Mrs... Perhaps we can go
somewhere where we can talk...

No. Please, please.
..more privately.

Please, no.
Mrs Tanner, Mrs Tanner...

My...my husband's alright.

Tell me... (Gasps and sobs)
MIKE: Come on, Mrs Tanner.

(Sobs) ..tell me he's alright.

(Sobs)
It's alright. Come on.

Can I touch him?
Yeah, of course you can.

Oh.

He's still warm.

Shouldn't we stay
in case she has any questions?

Nothing more we can tell her
at this stage.

Should still be there for her.

Nothing we can do or say right now

is gonna be of any use to her.

You did a good job with
the pericardial tap, by the way.

Not many interns would have
handled the pressure.

The patient died, Mike.

Yeah.

And the odds were dead against him
from the moment he got in here.

What surgery's all about is
trying to beat those odds.

And when that happens,

believe me, that's when you'll know
what I'm talking about.

Has Mary got any family?

Uh, yes, a son.
But there's no contact.

Is it worth giving him a ring?

They said not to bother.

They've tried a few times

and according to the son, she can rot
in hell as far as he's concerned.

Nice.

Dan said you guys
were looking for me.

Uh, yeah, Jack.
There's something you should know.

Mary signed a DNR form.

Well, she's got a raging infection.

She's probably not in
the right frame of mind

to make that decision, Frank.

Do I look like an idiot?

I've just got off the phone
from the aged care facility.

Apparently she signed it
six months ago.

Mary's one of the strongest people
I know.

I don't understand
why she'd be giving up.

Maybe she doesn't think of it
as giving up.

Well, maybe she's
not thinking straight.

Mmm.

(Gasps for breath) I must be getting
too subtle in my old age.

Didn't you get the message before?

You signed
a do-not-resuscitate order.

Yep, and there's no point in
trying to talk me out of it,

'cause my mind's made up.

Mary, this is ridiculous.

You want to get nosey
about my choices?

Why... Why did you give up surgery?

No. Can we please just
concentrate on you?

Oh, gosh, you can be
stubborn sometimes.

Oh, what? And you can't? Come on.

(Inhales sharply) Oh.
What? What is it?

Oh.
Mary, what... What...

RAPID BEEPING
Oh, I don't know.

What happened?
She spiked a fever or something.

(Breathes raggedly)
Come on.

Jack, you'd better wait outside.

Lean forward for me, Mary, will you?

Get out.

(Struggles to breathe)

Good girl.

(Gasps for air)

Your brother said he would be
at least another 15 minutes.

Sure you don't want to wait inside?
No, no. I'll be fine.

Are you sure?
Mmm.

I've got two children
I have to pick up...

(Breathes deeply)

..in an hour.

I have to be.

Thank you. (Sniffs)

Hey, are you OK?

He's gonna be sick.

(Retches)
There you go.

(Vomits)
Oh.

(Coughs)
Migraines?

We've been here forever.

Um, just...

He's on Maxolon.

You a doctor?

It's not making you
feel any better, is it?

Oxygen should do the trick.

Glad someone's finally helping him.

Somebody who shouldn't be. You don't
work here anymore, remember?

Yeah. I resigned.
I wasn't struck off or anything.

It just means if he treats a patient

neither he, the patient
or the hospital is covered.

But you can help him now.

The medication's not
having much effect.

OK, I'm just going to put you
on some different medication.

And maybe take him
somewhere quieter.

A cubicle?
We're working on it.

Hang in there.
(Groans) So why did you resign?

Between you and me?
Yes.

Well, I realised...
blood makes me squeamish.

Yeah. That's good.
You should try that on Frank.

You know what? Keep in touch.
I miss you. See ya.

(Inhales deeply)
Jack.

Yeah? How is she?

Walk with me, will you?

You've had plenty of time
to go and see her recently.

Why haven't you?
Oh, I...I just don't know.

Well, then, maybe she's right.

Maybe you stopped having a say
months ago.

Oh, what, so you're expecting me

just to accept that she's
not going to have surgery.

Yes, if that's what she wants.
No, I'm sorry. I can't do it.

You don't have a choice.

Just like you didn't have a choice
with that friend who died.

Oh, it's not about Travis.
Isn't it?

No, it's not, and I don't
wanna talk about it.

Jack, these people aren't
getting sick to punish you,

so stop taking it so personally.

Ask Mary why
she doesn't want to go on

before you jump down her throat.

All I'm saying is we've got to
work with these people every day.

I know.

Which would be a lot easier

if their backs weren't up
whenever we walk through the door.

Yeah, but it's not as if...

Hang on. Is that Harry?
(Grunts)

Jesus.

(Grunts) You bastard.
Sorry...

You bastard.
Hey, hey. C'mon. Steady on.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.

(Sobs) I'm sorry.
(Grunts)

Harry, hang on. It's OK.
I am so sorry.

My husband is dead

and all you can say to me
is that you're sorry?

You... (Sobs)
Come here. Come here.

Come here.
(Sobs)

Come here. Are you alright?

(Cries)
Come here.

What's happened?
I had to tell her.

Tell her what?

It was supposed to be me.
I'm the one who should be dead.

Harry, I've told you.
It was an accident.

No, it wasn't.
I wanted him to run me over.

I wanted to die.

(Cries)

SIREN BLARES

BUZZ!
I want to talk to the police.

Let's sit in my office.
I want that man charged.

They'll be called.
Let's just worry about you. Come on.

Come on. Come on, Harry.
No, I have to speak to her.

I didn't get a chance to explain.

Harry, now is not
the right time, OK?

Right, let's take a look at
those scratches, OK? Come on.

What the bloody hell's
the story here?

Reckons he deliberately
threw himself

in front of the moving vehicle.

Something about gambling debts.

Why wasn't this picked up earlier?
You were there.

Didn't you see anything?
Don't talk to me.

I wasn't trying to push him out
the door at the first opportunity.

Alright, alright, alright.
RADIO: Base to 978. Are you clear?

Go on. Go. Get.

Go on.

(Exhales heavily) Copy that,
base. Yeah, we're clear.

Two-vehicle MVA, please stand by
for dispatch details.

You know, it was just supposed to be
a once-a-month thing.

You know, I'd go to the club
and put a 50 through the pokies.

Then 100, 150...

But I just couldn't stop.

I just couldn't stop.
Shh.

(Breathes shakily)

The bank called this morning...

..and told me that
they're taking the house.

I thought if I made it
look like an accident...

..like I was run over...

..then my wife would be able
to claim my life insurance

and pay off the house.

At least she'd have
somewhere to live.

(Sobs)

And now that man's dead
instead of me.

Give Valium, 2mg, thanks, Gabrielle.
Sure.

So, what happens now?

Will the police get involved?

Yeah, Harry.

Yeah, Harry, they will.

RHYTHMIC BEEPING

You're looking better.

Oh, don't lie, Jackie boy.

I'm looking terrible. Feeling worse.

I reckon these wonder drugs
you people are pumping into me

aren't doing much good.

Well, they take a couple of days
to have any real effect.

Mmm.

Mary.

I'm trying to respect
your right to refuse surgery,

but...I need to know why.

Because if you're making the
decisions for the wrong reasons...

Oh, I'm making the decisions because
they're the right ones for me.

Please just have the surgery.

Will it give me back my toes

or fix my kidneys

or get me out of assisted care?

No, but...

And even if I did
have the operation,

you think I want to sit around
for the rest of my life

waiting for something else
to pack it in?

Next stop, being fed by a stranger.

No, you have no way of knowing
that's what'll happen.

Oh, yes, I do.

Oh.

Oh, don't be sad, Jackie boy.
I'm not.

Now, let's talk about you.

I'm fine.

Oh, no, you're not.

Something's changed in you.

You knew I'd see that.
That's why you've stayed away.

Come on. Cough it up.
What's going on?

(Yawns)

(Sighs)
It's quieter.

As long as they don't
forget we're here.

Gina.
Yes?

I need to do a piss.

Oh. OK, um...

You... Do you want me to
help you to the bathroom?

I can't move.

Oh.

I'll get someone.

Excuse me.
Yep. Won't be long. Promise.

How's Harry?

We've given him some sedation,
so he's calmed down a bit.

Oh, and the police are with him now.

They want to take a statement

from everybody who's had
any contact with him.

Sure.
Surely they can't charge him.

They can and they will.

Have you organised
that psych consult yet?

Yeah. Do you think he's
still suicidal? Is that...

Well, he can't see a way out now
and it's only going to get worse.

Charlotte, next time I tell you
I'm worried about a patient,

maybe you could listen to me.

I listened to you, Cate. I just
couldn't do anything about it.

Excuse me?
Yes.

You know we're still
in that corridor.

Uh...yes. I know. Sorry. I'm just
about to do something about that.

Should I go and call an ambulance?
Would that get us up the list?

Well, everybody's assigned a bed
based on their medical priority.

Exactly how sick does he have to get?

Well, John will get the first
available bed. It's not...

You said that half an hour ago
and half an hour before that.

I understand your frustration.
I really do. It's just been one...

He had to piss into a bottle
with me holding blankets around him.

That's not something a man should
have to do on a first date.

No. I know.
No, you're pathetic.

Here. Take this.

See if you can at least try
and do something with that.

Gabby.
Just don't, please. Please don't.

I wish I'd known you
when you were younger.

I wish I could have been there
to protect you.

(Inhales heavily)

Having to dredge it all up again...

Ah, it just made me feel...

..I don't know,

empty,

like I didn't exist anymore.

I know that feeling.

You spend so much time
trying to survive,

you forget to live.

Might be why we got on so well.

We've both survived
someone else's bad behaviour.

Maybe. (Sniffs)

But I still don't understand, lovey,

how giving up the one good thing
in your life is helping.

It's not.

(Laughs and sniffs)

But I have no idea what will.
That's the problem.

I used to watch you
come home from work,

and even when you were
so tired you could barely stand

you always had this sense
of satisfaction about you.

Being a doctor is who you are.

No, I'm not so sure anymore.

But I don't want to be a surgeon.

I don't think I ever did.

Ah.

Well, don't be a surgeon.

Be something else,

something that puts that
gorgeous smile back on your face.

Hmm?

So, there you go. Finally.

Thanks. About before, um...

I don't usually go around
making scenes like that.

I just really like this guy.
Oh.

After only one date, huh?
(Laughs)

Scary, huh?
Yeah.

Oh.

How is he?

Still trying to come to terms
with what he's done.

(Groans)
How's the guy's wife?

Well, totally destroyed.
Her brother's taken her home.

Bloody pokies.

Oh, well, if it weren't the pokies,

it'd be the trots or he'd be
blowing his money at the casino.

That's what addicts do, right?

Have you got any idea
why Steve Taylor left so suddenly?

Uh, no. I...haven't got a clue.

Harry.

They're charging me
with manslaughter.

What do I care?

Thought I'd be dead by now, anyhow.

You don't really
want to die, do you?

Not anymore, no.

Not after seeing what it did
to that other man's wife.

I couldn't put mine through that.

Does she know that you're here?

Do you want me to call her?

No. The police are
going round there now.

If I'd had the guts to tell her
the truth from the start...

..none of this would have happened.

But then, I guess only a coward would
step in front of a moving car.

No, just page me
when you need me, hmm?

Hi.
Hi.

I know we said we were gonna
take things slowly...

Yeah, um...my place in an hour, OK?

Yeah, OK.

(Laughs)

So I'll come up and help you
get settled in, hey?

Oh, like hell you will.
I can settle myself in just fine.

You've got other things
to worry about.

You are a stubborn thing.

Ha-ha.

Let me know how things
work out, Jackie boy.

Well... Eh.
Hey.

Did she agree to
replace the pacemaker?

No.

Don't be angry with her.

God, I'd do exactly the same
if I was her.

Hmm?
Oh, when the time comes, Jackie boy.

(Laughs)

Coming through.
Oh, sorry.

Didn't expect to see you here.

What's going on here?
It's a madhouse. Been busy all day.

Maybe something to do with
Steve Taylor leaving unexpectedly.

Has he quit?
Or got fired.

No-one's sure what's happening.
Ha.

And who's replacing him?
I don't know.

Oh, well, mate, here's your
opportunity to get back into the ED.

Yeah, I thought about it.

They need a registrar,
so I wouldn't be qualified.

Hey, Bart. Discharge papers.
Need you to sign them off for me.

Gotta go.
Sure.

Good luck, eh?
Yep.

You too, mate.

Just what I need.
Hey! No, no, no!

That is my dinner.
I'll share it with you.

Forget about it. (Laughs wryly)

OK. Oh, look.

There'll be a whinge of consultants
down here any minute

because I had a bit of a ring around
and told them to get down here

and review and discharge
their patients or else.

So don't say I never
do anything for you.

I wouldn't dream of it, Frank.

Free for a walk?
As long as it involves urinating.

Thank God for that.
Yep.

No. Have you washed your hands?
Oh, just give it to me.

(Sighs)
Now.

What were we talking about?
Well, I've...

Oh, God. This is awful. (Sniffs)

Bloody hell.

Frank, are you going to
listen to me? I...

I want to come back to the ED.
Why?

Well, you need a doctor.

One who knows what they're doing

and doesn't bring their problems
to work every day.

Yeah, I do know what I'm doing.

OK, I didn't - until today.

And now I do.

What about surgery? You could walk
back into your job there.

Nah, I don't want to
go back to surgery.

You know, Mike's got a great team
and they can fix just about anybody.

But it's not just about
fixing bodies, is it? It's...

You know. I want to fix the person
who lives inside the body. That's...

You gonna sign up for counselling?

If that's what it's gonna take
to get you to say yes.

That's what it'll take
to get your head screwed on.

Oh, Frank, just hire me already.
I'll consider it.

How soon do you want to start?