All language subtitles for All.Saints.S01E01 - Body & Soul.en

SIRENS BLARE

BIRD CHATTER

(woman groans and gasps)

Steph!

Judith, it's Terri.
We're going to sit you up.

There you go.

Gonna get some oxygen into you.

Can you get a pillow
and, um, get Damien, Steph?

(gasps)
There we go.

Right, just slow your breathing down
for me.

Nice and slow.

Sit back for me.

In and out... That's right.

You're doing very well.
Hold my hand. That's it.

Look at me, Judith.

In and out...
That's a girl, that's a girl.

STEPH: Dr Carr, Terri needs you.

Yeah, okay.

It's urgent. It's Miss Aston.

It's pulmonary oedema.

I'll be the judge of that, thanks.

Steph, do you want to get
the IV trolley?

Take over?
Yep!

Can you take deeper breaths, please?

She can't.
The oxygen isn't getting through.

Alright.

(whispers) Sit back.

There's fluid on her lungs.
It's pulmonary oedema.

What drugs do you want?

Um...

2.5mg of morphine.
Right!

That will dilate
the blood vessels.

And Lasix?

Lasix, 60mg.
Uh-huh.

Put it in the IV.

It's packed up. (Clears throat)

You're gonna have to change it.

(sighs)

Sorry to do this.

(groans)
Hold your arm still!

It's okay, Judith.
It's alright, Judith.

It's alright, Judith.
(quietly) Yes!

(softly) Ow!

Excuse me, doctor,
the IV won't last.

Her peripheral circulation
is shut down.

What about a CVC?

It'll be fine.

We thought we had lost you there
for a minute.

Would it matter?

Oh, Judith, of course it would.

My body hurts, I'm tired
and they keep hurting me.

I know, I know.
We're just trying to make you better.

I'm not going to get better,
and you know it.

I've got terminal cancer.

Why won't they allow me to die?
(cries)

THEME MUSIC

HORNS HONK

HORN BLARES

SECRETARY: She's busy right now.

Connor, you've got rooms 4 and 8.

Can you keep an eye on
Don McClusky? He's a bit shaky.

You got it.

Okay, Bron, you've got
rooms 2, 3 and 5.

I'm sorry - short-staffed as usual.

And, Von, we've had complaints about
you smoking on the fire escape again.

Uh... I thought
it was the safest place.

Mrs Sullivan, it's Admin.
Okay.

Dr Carr, these are the request forms
I asked you about -

blood tests and a couple of X-rays.

These have been filled in?

Yeah, no, I was just trying...

Doctors are supposed to do that.

..trying to save you some time.

You do your job,
and I'll do mine, okay?

Do you want me to rip them up?

I wanna check them first.
Of course you do.

Return from hell.

Has anyone seen Nurse Levine?
I use the term "nurse" lightly.

Sorry.

Good luck, Jared.

Dead man running!

Whoa! I'll arrange a funeral.

Did they teach you Time Management
in college?

I'm only late for traffic.

The question was,
did you study Time Management?

Yes.
Good!

Because Mrs Linklater
needs a dressing attended,

Mrs McKey's IV
is about to run through,

Mrs Jackson is hypertensive
and currently on hourly obs,

and Ms Beauumeister is nil-by-mouth
for Theatre at 12 midday.

She needs her pre-op checklist done.

What do you plan on doing first?

Um... Mrs McKey.

Ah... bad choice.

You've got to do
the 8am pill round first.

Yeah, but it's only 7:30.

By the time you finish the pills,
it will be 8 o'clock

and time to do everything else.

Better get yourself organised.

You'll be ordering a catheter
for Miss Aston?

No.

With all that Lasix,
she might wet the bed.

(sighs) Well, then,
she can ring the bell.

Anyway, you're the one
who's always harping on

about avoiding
invasive procedures.

This is about the patient,
not ego.

He's going out of his way
to please today.

Pray they refuse him registration,

so we're not stuck with him
for another year.

Hi.

Oh, right on cue.

We need our faith restored
in doctors.

Why? Not Damien Carr again?

He's turning into
another Harry Williams.

Don't say that.
Do you want me to talk to him?

That's alright, thanks.

Sure?
Sure.

Look, there's a cake in the tearoom.

Why don't you guys take a break,
relax?

He's really cute.

Oh, please! I'm a married woman!

Steph!
Hi! You finished?

Mmm... killer shift.
You got any time?

Ah, just give us a minute.

I'll try and stay awake.

You still on nights?

Yeah.
It plays havoc with your love life.

Hi, Ben.

Why don't you get yourself
a cup of coffee?

Mmm. I need sun.

Tell Steph I'm outside?
Okay.

Luke.

Ben.

Can I see you in your office?

Yep.

Get your nurses off my back.

I don't need them
telling me what to do.

Are you talking about this morning
with Miss Aston?

Well, yes, amongst other things.

Okay.

Stephanie Markham is a clinical nurse
specialist with a lot of experience.

Oh, right.

Well, I'm a doctor,

and I don't need her help to
diagnose a case of pulmonary oedema.

Okay. Fair enough.

I'm sick of not
getting any respect.

Damien, respect needs to be earned.

Well, I didn't slave my guts out
for years to be treated this way.

Damien, being a good doctor
is more than just passing exams.

It's about relating to people.
You don't learn that from books.

Nurses are experts
in the field, are they?

Look, if you could put your ego aside
for one minute,

you'll realise
these people are trying to help you.

Oh, forget it.

We've given the patient Lasix, right,
to get rid of the fluid.

Oh, we had a big night.

Poor old thing.
Her bladder won't cope.

But, no, the arrogant
little berk knows better.

We had a birth.

He won't let us catheterise her.

In the ambulance?

Nearly made it.
She called too late.

You did the delivery?

Yeah. Little girl.
She was beautiful.

I think we should
have a girl first.

Yeah, after we buy a house.

Having kids is a big step.

Oh, honey, it's the most
natural thing in the world.

Morning, Bob.

Morning, mate.

What's wrong with McClusky?

Why?

He's acting a bit funny.

Really?

Mmm. Keeps talking to himself
all the time.

Well, maybe he prefers that
than talking to you.

Very funny, but I'm telling you,
he's acting a bit peculiar.

Yeah, well,
I better keep an eye on him, then.

Howdy, guys.

Hi, Bronnie.

I thought you said
you were too busy.

I'm never too busy
to visit my favourite patient.

Now, Bob, what do you reckon?
Race 8 at Rosehill today.

Parsimony, thanks, love.
Five bucks.

More like "pass your money".

If I was you, Lady Marigold.

I'll stick with Parsimony.

Your dough.

(McClusky mumbles)

See?

See you, Bronnie.

You alright, Don?

Yeah, yeah. Course I'm alright.
Why?

Good.

Hey.

What's the matter?

It's not working.

Oh, no.

I love my music.

I taught it for 40 years, you know.

Yes, I know.
You've already told me.

You're looking a lot better.

Am I?

Oh, yeah. Much. Isn't she, Steph?

A new woman.

Oh, liars. But thank you.

I want you to have a rest
before you see Dr Williams, okay?

I'll see what
I can do about this.

Thank you.
Alright.

Surviving?
Just.

Steph.

How are her obs?

Pulse is weak.
Blood pressure's up.

Everything's breaking down for her
at once.

It can only get worse.

She's lost the will to live.

Think so?

I don't blame her.
After everything she's been through.

Why doesn't she just refuse
treatment? She'd go quick enough.

She may not realise
that's an option.

Maybe someone should tell her.

Maybe they should.

Who'd be mad enough
to cross Harry Williams?

Well, she should have control
over her own life.

I agree. But Harry never gives up.

(man screams)

You're all ours now, Mr Wainwright.

Hey, have you seen Connor?

Yeah. He's looking for a patient
who's gone walkabout.

Can you take care of this,
then?

Sure.

Ta.
This is Mr Wainwright for bed 2C.

Lovely. Alright, thanks, guys.

Okay, friend, we'll soon have you
comfy. Where does it hurt?

Feels like I've got to open my guts.

What are you doing?
Whose patient is this?

It's Connor's...
What are you doing with him?

Well, he's gone looking for an AWOL.

I sent you for saline.

Yeah, but Jaz asked me
to put him in 2C.

You're paired with me today,
not the receptionist.

I can take him.

Thanks, Bron.

Wow, love your tatts.
Glenn, is it?

Are you going to get that saline?

Von, chill.

The IV bag is hanging high and dry,

just like you left me
with the patient.

I can't be in two places at once.

Repeat after me, "Worry about
the patient you've been assigned to."

Go on.

"Worry about the patient
you've been assigned to".

Good.

Well, you know,
why didn't you just come home?

Why didn't you take
your dressing-gown?

Couldn't find it.

It's where it always is.
Come on, let's get you back.

I want to finish my smoke, alright?

Don't you bloody start.

Fine.

You're shivering, Don.

It's not just a smoke you need,
is it?

What are you talking about?

You wrote on your admission form
that you're a social drinker.

Yeah. So?

So... looks to me like you'd kill
for a drink as much as a fag.

I can take it or leave it.

Is that right?

Just give it a bloody rest, alright?
Back off!

You alright, Don?

Oh, yeah.
I never felt better.

Come on,
let's get you back to the ward.

G'day. I'm Dr Forlano.
We met in Emergency.

How's the pain now?

It's pretty bad.

It came in the middle of the night.
Is that right?

Yeah. (Sighs) I tried to ignore it,
but it just got worse.

I'm going to have to examine
your stomach again, okay?

Just try and relax.

Sorry.

You have to tell me
if it hurts when I let go, okay?

Steady, Glenn.

What sort of bike do you ride?

What do you think?

I'd say a Harley,
if you ride with the Cannibals.

How do you know
I ride with the Cannibals?

The tatt.

I grew up around here.
One of my mates rides with you guys.

I nearly ended up
with one of those myself.

What stopped you?

I faint at the sight of blood.

You'll be okay, mate.

Yeah, well, I'd like him paged, then.

Yeah, it is important. Thanks.

I need Damien to sedate Mr McClusky.

If he doesn't,
he's going to go right off.

What's the problem?

He's a boozer.
He's going into withdrawal.

Miss Aston wants you. She was upset.
I think she's wet the bed.

Thanks.

Why couldn't you have
attended to her?

Because she asked for Steph.
And she's not my patient.

Anyone who needs urgent help
is your patient.

What happened to "worry about the
patient you've been assigned to"?

A good nurse is adaptable.

What can I do
to make you happy?

Your job.

She's not still on your case,
is she, mate?

She could at least be consistent.

You owe him, Connor,
because he was doing your work.

Lies. It's because
she's attracted to you, mate.

She's fighting it.

There's only one thing
more frightening than that.

Yeah?

The thought that
I'm having lunch with my mother.

(woman) My son, the nurse.

People ask me if you're gay.
Are you gay, Jared?

No.

It wouldn't surprise me.

Mum, I'm engaged.

So? I'm not naive.
Don't you think I read anything?

I'm really glad you came out
to see where I work.

You are so obstinate.
Me?

You didn't get into Medicine,
so you gave it up.

I didn't give it up. I'll reapply.
I'll get there eventually.

There's other things
you could be doing.

I saw Mr Steiner the other day.

"Has he thought of stockbroking",
he said.

Have you thought of stockbroking?

Mum, I like what I do.
I'm really proud of it.

Travelling miles every day -
for what?

At least you could find
a nice hospital near us.

Mum.

We'll put an endoscope
down into your stomach

so we can see what's going on.

It's a normal procedure
for someone with your condition,

but I still need
your consent.

Will it hurt?

It's not comfortable.
We'll give you something to relax.

A joint?

A legal high.
One of the benefits of being here.

Visitor.

You didn't tell us
about the wedding, Glenn.

If you don't want to marry me,
at least have the guts to say it.

Do you think I want to be here?

You made it pretty plain
you don't want to be with me.

Mum's cancelling the cars and trying
to get a refund for the reception.

If she sees your face,
she's going to smash it.

Fair go, Shazza. Do you have
to come here dressed like this?

It's embarrassing.

Good. How embarrassed was I
at the church?

I don't think
this is good for the patient.

Patient? I'm the one who's patient.

He's done this every bloody time.
It's always some excuse.

Well, at least before
you didn't let me get to the church.

I love you, you bastard.
I just want to marry you.

There we are.

STEPH: You couldn't help it.

We're used to things like this.

Well, I'm not.
It's never happened to me, ever.

I could wring Damien's neck.

I'll get rid of this.

It doesn't matter.
Really, it doesn't.

It matters to me.

It's the Lasix.

Treatment's worse than the disease.

You can refuse it, you know.

What, treatment?

Yeah. It's your right.
We can't force treatment on you.

What would happen?

Well, you'd... you'd die, Judith.

I see.

Seen his patient history?

I know what his patient history
says, but it's wrong.

He's a heavy drinker.

Well, I've seen nothing
to indicate that.

He may have seemed okay before,
but he isn't now.

Damien, it will take two seconds.

I'm about to do my rounds
with Dr Williams.

So make Mr McClusky
first port of call.

Look, I've seen someone go into
the DT's before. It's not pretty.

You think I'm going to tell
a consultant what to do?

Dr Carr. Ready?

Yes, doctor.

Miss Aston, I think.

Excuse me, Dr Williams...

Later.

Morning, Terri.
How's my patient today?

Why wasn't this done earlier?

Judith's had a little accident.

I see.

Lasix.

Why on earth
wasn't she given a catheter?

Remedy that.

Is there a chest X-ray?

Uh... I ordered a mobile...
It's at the desk.

May I talk to you, please, Doctor?

All in good time.

I can't take any more.

Feeling a little low?

Understandable.

I'd like to talk to you
about my treatment.

Now, now, Miss Aston.

Please.

Trust me. That's a good girl.

Okay. What are we looking at?

Curly B lines on the edge of
both lung fields, there and there.

Confirms your diagnosis.

The chemo's left her with virtually
no resistance to infection.

Unfortunately it's something

the patient
will have to learn to live with.

And now her heart's failing.

I think we should see
how she goes on CPAP.

Couldn't we persist
with a diuretic treatment?

I mean,
CPAP is a pretty extreme measure.

It's what's required.
Transfer her to ICU.

No, not at this stage.

Okay, if you insist on CPAP,

Sister Markham is ICU-trained
and we can handle it down here.

It's asking a lot
of the patient when she's so weak.

Her lungs need to work harder
to get the fluid out.

Harry, she doesn't want
any more treatment.

I didn't hear her say that.

You wouldn't let her.

I don't listen to
that sort of defeatist nonsense.

Well, she was a fighter
when it was worth fighting for.

It's always worth fighting.

The sooner we get her
over this episode,

the sooner we can send her home.

Excuse me, Dr Williams.

It's Mr McClusky. He needs sedation
for alcohol withdrawal.

It's alright, sir.

You don't understand
how serious it is.

The patient was quiet
when I saw him, Doctor.

That was earlier this morning.

I'll get there later. Priorities.

I think it's a matter of urgency,
sir.

You think?

I know.

I noticed he was agitated.

You better be right.

He's been restless
and very confused.

Well, I'm confused.

This is the man you want sedated,
hmm?

Well, he's going to wake up,

and when he does,
he'll need to be sedated.

Really?

Sometimes I think you nurses
want the whole hospital sedated

in order to save yourselves from...

Connor, do you need a hand getting
Mr Wainwright up for his endoscopy?

Oh, sorry.

Make yourself useful.

Thanks, Connor.

I wish all my patients
were this placid.

Mr McClusky. Mr McClusky!

He's choking me!

DR FORLANO: You right?

Do you know what this cost, huh?

Hey, Peter. Looking for me?

No. I've been summoned -
Harry Williams.

Do you hear about what happened
with Harry and his...

I wish I'd have been there.

You know, it's probably the closest
Harry's ever got to a patient.

He was not impressed.

No. He wanted me to do
a psych evaluation.

It's the DT's.

Yeah, well, he still wants the guy
evaluated, and what Harry wants...

I better be there.

Go, take a break.

Well, it is my ward.

Yeah.

I can't evaluate
a sedated patient.

The man's insane.

At the moment he's asleep. Call me
when I can get something out of him.

He attacked me.

Well, there you go. That's
my diagnosis. He must be sane.

I brought you here for an
evaluation, not a stand-up routine.

Alright, fine, fine - professional.

I repeat - I can't determine
his status until he wakes up.

I'll let you know when he does.

Do that, Sister.
I'd like to be here.

Pompous prat.

One of the few people who can
actually handle him, aren't you?

Well, we were interns together.
Babes in the woods.

You free for lunch?

Why do I get the feeling
this isn't a social invitation?

20 minutes?
Yeah.

TERRI: The idea is to change
the pressure inside your chest

and force the fluid out.

Now, this mask has to be on
quite tight.

So it is going to be uncomfortable.

Okay?

There's going to be a force
that you need to breathe against

in order to
make your lungs work harder.

Put your head forward.

That's right.

Putting it on on three.

Can you set it for 7.5 with PEEP?

7.5?

That's what Dr Williams has ordered.

Right, here we go.

AIR WOOSHES
(gasps)

That's it.

She's too intimidated by Harry
to refuse treatment.

Now, she wants to,

but Harry talked right over her
when she tried to tell him.

He'll do you if he finds out
what you've said to her.

I've simply told her her rights.

Here is a woman who has had dignity
her whole life,

and now she's being made to die
without it,

and I feel like an accessory.

All Harry wants to do
is send her home.

That way it will be
home deaths, 1, hospital deaths, 0.

He's very proud of his stats.

You should have that cynicism
treated, young man.

Some of my colleagues worry me.

I was wondering if
you could talk to her.

She could do with
some assertiveness training.

You know I need a referral
to see her.

Couldn't you ask Harry?

After today's little ribbing?
Oh, yeah!

Leave it with me, okay?

HARRY: No, Sophie.
I said bring me in a tie.

A tie, yeah - T-I-E.

I've got a hospital meeting tonight.
I haven't got...

Dr Carr.

I need you to put a CVC
in the lymphoma patient.

Miss Aston?

Yeah, she's the only lymphoma
in the ward.

Her IV's packed up.
She needs good access.

CVC?

Look, just do it.

Um... look, better bring in two ties.

Just in case one doesn't suit.

Okay. Bye.

I won't be back till 3:00.
Don't page me before.

Got it.

He means don't disturb him while
he's doing a line on his lunch date.

Wonder if he can face her
without his tie.

One less thing to take off,
isn't it?

And here's Jared, back from
his exciting date with Mum.

Yeah, right.

Miss me, Von?

Ms McKeigh's nausea
got the better of her.

She vomited while you were out.

And you want me to go
and clean it up?

No. She managed to reach
the plastic bag beside the bed.

That's considerate.
I'll go throw the bag out.

No need. That's been done too.

Fine.

Jared, she heaved up
her false teeth.

Nobody bothered to check the bag
before it went into the rubbish.

You better get them back.

Yep.

METAL CLATTERS

Um...

You've done one of these before?

See one, do one, teach one.

Have you only seen one?

I know what I'm doing.

We can't put an IV line in
the way we used to

so we're having to fit one
under your collarbone.

It goes into the vein here.

Must be starting to feel like
a pincushion.

This won't take long.

Have I got to have
that dreadful mask back on me?

"That dreadful mask"
is helping you breathe, Miss Aston.

Then I'd rather not breathe.

You don't mean that.

It hurts so much.
I know.

Hold it a moment.

What for?

Miss Aston isn't ready.

What are you talking about?

Just hold it, Damien.

(sighs)

Look, let's just get it over with.

Let's get it over with, please.

Huh?

Still here.

Can she stay for this?

If you want.

I'll tell you what he found -
bugger all.

If this is what "bugger all"
feels like,

I wouldn't even wish it upon
your mother.

Don't you go slagging off my mother!

She's in her ear all the time.

Well, at least
she cared about the wedding.

That's more than I can say for you.

Doc, tell her.

This is the fourth time.

So you said.

Yeah, well, this time,
no more chances.

This had better be bloody good.
Well, it is.

Is what?
Good.

There, see?
You're okay, you bastard!

I don't mean good, I mean bad.

You mean...
Serious.

The tests show you've got
a perforated peptic ulcer.

So the pain's for real?

Absolutely.

We have to operate
to repair the damage.

I've got you booked in
for Theatre tonight.

Do you hear that? It's serious,
baby, it's really serious.

Oh, I love you!

Want me to get...
No.

She's bleeding.
You've pierced the wall.

Look, I know what I'm doing.

You've perforated the vein wall!

Will you get off my back?

Stop it!

Okay. You do it, then.
Damien!

It's alright, Miss Aston.

TERRI: Damien...

Go and get stuffed!

Damien!
What's going on?

Can I have some help here, please?

Stockbroking was looking pretty good
there for a moment.

Damien!

What's your problem?

What's yours?

You've got half a shift left.

I've had it with those
bloody nurses.

You should be thanking them, mate.

The number of times
they've covered your arse...

What? Whose side are you on?

The patients.
It's a bloody disaster area.

Oh, piss off.

Listen, you weak bastard.
You're throwing away years of study.

Come back inside,

we'll talk it through,
work something out.

Tell someone who cares.

PAGER BEEPS

KNOCK AT DOOR

Nice.

You ready?

What?

In lieu of a referral.

You're an angel.

Yeah.

I wasn't using it,
I thought you could use it.

We told him how yours broke.

I'm going to take this off
for a few minutes.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

You don't even know me.

I feel like I do.
You're Terri's favourite patient.

That mask's pretty uncomfortable,
is it?

I don't know which is worse -

fighting for breath
or having it forced into you.

I heard that piece played in London
on my first overseas trip.

The obligatory public girls
used to do it in those days,

in the '50s.

Did you do it?

Oh, I wasn't born in the '50s.

Of course you weren't.

I dreamt I was on the ship
again last night.

Friends on the quayside
were holding ribbons.

As the ship pulled away,
the ribbons slipped out of my grasp.

But I wasn't sad,
I was happy to be going.

And then I woke up and I was here.
I've never been less glad to wake.

I'll be back in a minute.

Do you mind if I stay?

Of course not.

Come on. Where the hell is Parsimony?

At least the patients
can stop worrying.

Harry will spew.
Damien was his favourite intern.

Typical.
The one no-one else could hack.

Hey, what's?

Yes!
Come on!

Yes!

Ooh, yes! You little beauty!

Bum.

What, didn't you back Marigold
each way?

No, win only.

Should have listened to Bob.

Well, I'll pick up your winnings
for you.

You're a good loser, love.

Should be -
she gets enough practice.

Excuse me.

Glenn and me
have got something to ask.

TERRI: They wanna get married
here?

Before he has the op.

And that's at 5:00?

They had it arranged
for today anyway.

And the celebrant's still lined up.

What about everything else?

They don't want everything else.

They reckon Glenn's nerves
can't take a big production.

That's why he always gets sick.

The intrepid bikie.

And he's still in the poo
with the mother,

so they don't want her
or anyone else.

Well, that rules out
a bikie invasion.

You two have to cope with everything.

Fine.

Okay, do it.

How'd you go with her?
Yes.

Damien Carr. Is it true?

If you heard
that he walked off the ward, yeah.

He also botched a CVC.
He's totally incompetent.

That's for me to judge.

Don't presume, Doctor.

Harry, can I see you for a minute,
please?

Ah. McClusky's awake, is he?

No.

Um, we'd like to talk to you
about Judith Aston, actually.

Miss Aston?

Harry, how long would you say
Miss Aston would survive

without medical intervention?

Hours, days,
but I'm not going to let her.

Well, Miss Aston's told me

she doesn't want
to continue with her treatment.

And she tried to tell you too.
I was there.

Patients go through troughs.

It's a matter of patient consent.

There is consent.

There's not now.

I believe there is.

She knows I'm giving her
her best chance of survival.

That's consent enough for me.

But what does survival mean for her,
except prolonging the agony.

And you're advocating euthanasia?
Bit hypocritical, isn't it?

Harry, this isn't about euthanasia.

It's not God's will that's
keeping her alive, it's yours.

I believe she has reached a rational
and informed decision, Harry,

that she just doesn't want
to fight any more.

No patient can make
an informed decision

for the simple reason
they don't know.

I understand what's going on
in their bodies, they don't.

And what's going on in their minds,
without psychiatric intervention.

If you'll excuse me.

Harry, Miss Aston wants to see you.

How do you know that?

She didn't have a radio.
I loaned her one. We got talking.

You're on very thin ice, Peter.

I don't know how much more of Von
I can handle.

You can do it, mate.
Ride that Von Ryan express.

What gets me is
she's only a State-enrolled nurse.

She acts like she's God.

It might have something to do
with her 30 years experience.

What are you, mate? Man or mouse?

Well, I'm just a good little
Jewish boy from the eastern suburbs.

We lead very sheltered lives.

We must keep fighting.

Why, Doctor?

Because you never know.

I mean, today, tomorrow, they may
develop the treatment you need.

We both know that's not true.

I don't know
what's been said to you...

This is my choice and mine alone.

I have very little breath.
Don't make me have to repeat myself.

I refuse further treatment,
as is my right.

Without treatment...

Thank you for all you've done,
Doctor. But I've made up my mind.

We'll speak later.

Maintain treatment, Sister.

Can I see you outside, Doctor?

The ice just cracked.

Yeah, well, I'm a good swimmer.

You better be.

I'm so very sorry.

There's nothing for you
to feel sorry about.

I'll be alright.

I hope I've left some music,

perhaps in the hearts
of the girls I've taught.

I'm sure you have.

Okay.

Oh, it's beautiful!

I just wish Mum could see it.

Don't worry...

If you get any presents,
just watch McClusky.

I don't think Don will get up
to too much more today, mate.

Oh, well.

Every party has its pooper.

Just tell him there's going to be
champagne. That'll perk him up.

Right room by the look of it.

Ah, celebrant.

Roger's the name.

A-ha.

Cheryl. Glenn.

Well, this isn't exactly the way
you planned it, but never mind.

Never mind, never mind.

Uh, I've got another one at 6:00,
so do you mind if we're quick?

Well, actually,
he's got a pre-op at 5:00,

so I think you'll have to be.

Hey. Are you going to the wedding?

Oh, you know me and sentimentality.

Yes. I'm still holding.

My friends, I call upon
everyone here present

to be a fellow witness with me
in this marriage.

Judith? Judith?

My choice.

Yes, it is.

Do you want me to stay with you?

As a celebrant authorised to do so,
I pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss your wife.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

It's alright. It's okay.

Steph. What's up?

I've locked myself out.

Don't worry about it. Easy fixed.

You dufus.

Hey, Jared.

Going to the pub.
Wanna come?

Can't, sorry.
I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Cruises into his little world
and cruises back on out.

It's not his fault
he was born rich.

I'm not saying that, I'm just...
Nice car.

Nice car. Beautiful car.

Gotcha.

Where did you learn to do that?

Misspent youth.

You're full of surprises.

See you tomorrow.

See you.

Bye.
Thanks.

It's alright. It's alright.

It's alright.

Bye, Judith.

Haven't you got a home to go to?

I was worried about you.

Thanks.

Has she gone?

Yeah. It was peaceful.

Thanks to you.

And you.

I felt sorry for her neighbour.

She was the only person I could find
to look after Judith.

Who'd have thought that she'd end up
being the lonely one.

Don't confuse being alone
with being lonely.

Tina, Judith Aston.

Can you make the appropriate
arrangements, please?

Thank you.

What?

I'm gonna make sure that you
are going home.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm gonna have
to escort you from the building.

I tell you what, you lose the accent
and I'll go quietly.

Okay.

Can I give you a lift home?

That'd be great.

I just heard about Judith Aston.

What you've done is outrageous,

and I want a meeting
first thing in the morning.

Harry Williams is something
we can solve tomorrow.

I don't want you to think about it,
okay?

Okay?

Okay.

Thanks for the lift.

You're welcome.

Give my love to Jen.

Yep, will do.

See you tomorrow.
Bye.

Evening, Sister Teresa.
Evening.

I've kept some dinner for you.
It's on the table.

Thanks, Veronica.