All language subtitles for All.Saints.S07E31 - Dont Look Back.en

Previously on All Saints.

Is Anne Lytton your sister?
Yeah. Oh yeah.

This is another ploy
to get me to talk to her.

You'd have to be Von.
The doctor called you Von.

Von, this is my husband.
Colin, this is Von.

Anne's sister.

Jack, it's over.

It's over.

Terri's just dumped me, my car is
stuffed again, and I need a lift,

and I could probably do with about
18 stiff drinks.

In that case, get in.
I'll buy you the first 10.

Huh! You're a miracle worker.

Oh, it took a while,
but she finally settled.

I thought you'd have trouble.
She's used to Sarah.

Oh, we got along fine.

Oh.

How did the meeting go?

Neil tried to apologise
for short notice, but you know.

Look, I never meant to take you up
on your offer of help.

It's okay, Frank.

You tidied up.
Oh, yeah. Just... you know.

There's some takeaway in the oven
if you didn't get a chance to eat.

I didn't know if you... you know.

Good. Good. Thanks.

I'll have to make this up to you.
It's okay. I got work done, anyway.

Now you're over your midlife crisis
with young Jack,

maybe you'd have time to go to
dinner, or the ballet... sometime.

Oh.

Oh, it's probably better if we leave
things, you know, the way they are.

Just...

Good. Good.

But I'll see you tomorrow. Yeah.

Thanks, Terri. Uh, thanks.
Okay.

THEME SONG

It was a whole bottle of vodka,
Charlotte.

Neither of us were in our right mind.

I asked you to call a cab.
Why didn't you?

Clearly, I wasn't capable.

Right. But you were capable
of other things.

I'm not proud of what we did either,
but keep it in perspective.

We'd been dumped. It was comfort sex.
It meant nothing.

So many things wrong with last night
I can't even begin...

What's yellow and hops up and down?
What?

A canary with hiccups. Get it?

It hurts! Make it stop!

We're here now.
The doctors will help you.

This is Barbara Woods.

I remember.
Hey Barbara, it's Charlotte.

It hurts a lot.

She's having mild contractions.
They're 30 minutes apart.

When did they start?
Last night.

I only found out this morning.

If I'd known, I'd have
brought her in straightaway.

I didn't want to wake you.
You should've.

Any bleeding?

Nil PV blood loss,
BP 130/70, pulse 80.

That's Sub-Acute.
I'll get her old records sent up.

Want to try sticking to protocol,
Murray?

What?
It's my handover.

Grandpa.

Right here, sweetheart. Right here.

MACHINE BEEPS

Anyone ask for me?

Nah, it's been quiet up till now.
Are you okay?

Yes, I used the stairs.
Didn't want to run into Frank.

How's your sister?

Oh, okay. Would've liked to have
stayed a bit longer, but...

You're not too far away.

What's Barbara Woods
doing back here?

Ah, premature labour.

The result of somebody

giving a consenting adult
the right to choose.

Don't start, Frank.
It was the right decision.

Then you haven't learnt anything,

in which case Dr Beaumont
can handle things this time around.

What are you two looking at?

Someone's happy... as usual.

Go away will you.
I want some privacy.

Still the NUM office, Frank.

So, I take it you have issues
regarding Barbara Woods' care.

I said there'd be trouble, and now,

thanks to the politically correct
Dr Hughes,

it's on our bloody doorstep.

Maybe Dr Hughes isn't the only one
who should stay away from this case?

Thank you very much
for the favour last night.

It doesn't mean you can tell me
what to do in my own department.

And, in case you took
it the wrong way,

my invitation to dinner
wasn't a come-on.

It was a case of mental exhaustion

resulting in a temporary fit
of generosity.

Shut the door.

DOOR SLAMS

So, how many weeks
are you now, Barbara?

19. Grandpa keeps a calendar.

We cross off the days.

How's your general health been?

The baby's still making me sick.

Morning sickness?

Except sometimes it goes on all day.

That's no good.
What do you do about it?

I stay in bed.
Grandpa looks after me.

I can't help
around the house anymore.

I don't expect you to, sweetheart.

So, have there been
any other problems?

Going to the toilet.

She's had constipation.

But I gave her some castor oil.

I thought it would help.

Castor oil can often bring on labour.

But only if the cervix
is prematurely readied for delivery.

Oh, my God!

This is my fault?

No, Mr Woods. Barbara was going to
go into premature labour anyway.

The castor oil just
brought it on earlier.

How about the baby?

Is there a chance she might lose it?
No.

No, castor oil doesn't actually
damage the baby.

She won't lose it,
so long as we can stop the labour.

How do you do that?

Just with some medication.

Really, Mr Woods, she'll be fine.

Right, um... Well, I'll let you
get on with it, then.

Grandpa.

I'll be just outside.

I'm going to bring a machine down
from Maternity.

Once it's attached to your belly,

we'll be able to monitor
the baby's heartbeat.

Barbara? Barbara?

You'll be able to hear
your baby's heart beating.

Okay. I'm just going to give you
a little needle.

No needles. I hate needles.

Barbara, if you don't have the
medication, the baby will come now.

I want it to come now.

It's too soon.

The baby needs to be 34 weeks
before it can survive without you.

I don't want to have it anymore!

(cries)

(sighs)

You okay, Mr Woods?

Yep. I'm right.

Taking some medication?

Just an iron tablet.

In all the rush this morning,
I forgot to take it.

What, you feeling a bit rundown?

Just feeling my age at the moment.

She's having a hard time of it.

Having a silly old fool
of a grandfather's not helping much.

(laughs) See, I'm going dotty.
Haven't even shaved.

You've got some nice black circles
under there you're cultivating too.

Barbara's always up, wandering
around in the middle of the night.

Says she can't get comfortable.

Can't sleep on her stomach.

Well, you know,
you can't neglect your own health

just because you're looking
after Barbara.

Why don't you come in here.
Put your feet up for a while.

Thanks.

Hey, how's your sister today?

Well, like Mum she's a fighter.

But... she'll be transferred
to the Palliative Care unit soon.

They've got excellent
Palliative Care here.

They'll look after her.
Yeah. Absolutely.

There's no way we're getting
a needle anywhere near her.

Let's try nifedipine orally.
That might be a better option.

That's if she agrees
to accept any treatment.

Jess, if Barbara's asking
after her grandfather,

he's just having a lie-down
in the Quiet Room.

What was all that about?

Barbara now does not want
to continue her pregnancy.

I think that's just
a knee-jerk reaction

to the pain of the contractions.

Hmm. Maybe.

I'm still not convinced
that she understands

the consequences of her decision.

And maybe she never did.

No. She knew what it was
to be pregnant.

She knew exactly
what was ahead of her.

Something's happened to make her
change her mind about this baby.

Like what?
I have no idea.

(sighs)

This is Tom Hudson, 19.

He's got an itchy rash and mild
swelling on his arms and legs.

He also has shortness of breath
and a bit of nasal congestion.

When did the rash appear?
After I got home from work.

And where do you work?

At the fish markets.
It's my first week.

Be your last.

I'm not going to die, am I?

Uh, no, I think you're having
an allergic reaction to seafood.

Where do you want him?
Take him to the Waiting Room, thanks.

Coming through.

What have we got?
Michael Thorn, MVA. Car versus pole.

Straight to Resus.

Speeding?
Didn't look that way.

Only minor deformation
at the front of the vehicle.

Great. We get the rash,
they get the crash.

You need to lighten up, mate.

Hey. Two weasels are drinking at a
bar, one starts to insult the other.

He says, "I slept with your mother."

And the other one says,
"Go home, Dad. You're drunk."

(laughs heartily)

(continues laughing)

A turtle's walking down a lane when
he gets mugged by a gang of snails.

Police turn up
and ask him what happened,

and he looks at 'em and he says,
"Well, it all happened so fast."

(laughs) Snails...

Will you shut up for just a second?

Hey. I'm trying to establish
some kind of rapport here.

What's your problem?

You, Murray. You're my problem.

I'm sick of your stupid jokes,
and stinking out the ambulance.

Well, I'm sick of your stinking
attitude, you moody little turd.

It's fitting having an
old fart for a partner.

It didn't work out
with your last one either.

You shut up about Cate.

Don't want to go there, eh?

You got issues, mate.

So whatever's rubbed you up the
wrong way, stop taking it out on me.

Try not to scratch.
Easy for you to say.

WOMAN: Excuse me. My husband's
been involved in an accident.

They brought him here.
What's his name?

Michael Thorn.

Okay, you just wait here.

Michael. Open your eyes.

Open your eyes, mate.

Left pupil is blown.

Right is size three and reactive.

GCS is nine.

I'm going to have to organise
an urgent head CT angiogram.

Can you get on to X-ray
and find a portable chest?

Keep an eye on the blood pressure.
I'll organise a neuro consult.

Mm-hm.

Looks like we had a cerebral event
prior to the accident.

You think he passed out
before hitting the pole?

He's a bit young to have a stroke.
He's 40, according to that.

Okay, well, his wife's, um,
in the waiting room.

Your baby's heart rate's strong.

It kicks me.

That's a good sign.

Could be having a ballet dancer
or a footy player, Barbara.

I don't care.

She hasn't attended
any antenatal care appointments.

She missed her 11-week ultrasound
as well.

Why are you whispering?

According to these notes, Barbara,
you haven't had any check-ups.

Is that right?

Do you want to tell me why?

You're not in trouble, Barbara.

We're here to help you.
You can tell us anything.

I was scared.

Of what?

Finding out the baby was like me.

Grandpa says it's how they tell.

And would that be so bad?

Yes. Grandpa said one's hard enough.

Get onto the Nappy Ward.

Find out when they'll be ready
to take Barbara Woods.

Out of sight, out of mind, Frank?

However, it is good to see
you have so much compassion

for the developmentally challenged.

That's right, Von.

I'm an insensitive bastard.
That's why my staff love me so much.

Oh, Mr Woods.

Now, Barbara hasn't had any
prenatal check-ups.

Well, I offered to take her,
but she refused to go.

She's scared the baby
may have Down syndrome,

and if it does, you, well,
she may have to leave home.

You need to talk to her.

(pants) I should've insisted
she have regular check-ups,

and I'm so bloody ignorant...
(gasps)

Are you okay?
Mr Woods. Are you okay?

(gasps breathlessly)

Chest pain. Get a wheelchair.

FRANK: Give him an Anginine.

Need a large bore cannula.

Von, I want a mobile chest X-ray.
Got it.

Mr Woods? Viv?

Can you describe the pain to us?

My chest feels tight.

And how long have you had the pain?

I had a twinge this morning.

And that tablet that you took.
That wasn't an iron tablet, was it?

Under the tongue, Mr Woods.

When you're finished, Vincent,
I want a Cardiac Consult here.

He's got ST segment elevation
in lead two.

Barbara...
Uh-uh. Don't you worry about her.

We'll look after her.

You concentrate on
getting rid of this pain.

What's happening? 'Cause Barbara's
aware that there's something wrong.

Yeah, acute angina.
He's had it since this morning.

VINCENT: Von's just going to
organise a Cardiac Consult...

How is he?

He's to be monitored in
the Cardiac Ward, if there's a bed.

How am I going to explain
that to Barbara?

Tell her the truth.

If it's bad, he can't
look after her, and vice versa.

I know. I'll call Social Work.
See if they can arrange something.

(sighs)

FRANK: Let alone a 74-year-old man
with a dicky heart, you bloody ponce.

Dr Beaumont.

VINCENT: We're not in
a bloody playground.

Really? Then how come we can't
make decisions like adults?

There's no point blaming anyone. We
need to deal with the situation now.

Look, she's not 24 weeks pregnant.

Okay. The baby is not viable, so we
can't force her to accept treatment.

You just make sure she understands
how important this decision is.

Then we'd better bloody well cross
our fingers she makes the right one.

Why isn't he responding?

We're hoping that's what
the head CT will show.

When will that be?
I'll check with Radiology.

I can't understand
how this could've happened.

Michael's such a careful driver.

Oh, no, he wasn't speeding.

How do you know that?

The ambos can tell from the scene.

Well, what could have caused
the accident?

Uh... he may have been unconscious
before he hit the pole.

What, do you mean he passed out?

I don't want to make assumptions
until we get the results back,

but he may have had a stroke
or a bleed into the brain.

And that's what's caused
the accident.

He's always been so fit.

Have you guys been married long?

Happily for 15 years.

Dr Quade, what fluids do you want
up after that bag?

Uh, another saline.

Do you guys have kids?

I was 45 when I married Mike.

I've got two
from a previous marriage.

They'll be absolutely devastated.

They always said
Mike saved me from myself.

Radiology's ready for Mr Thorn now.

Okay, do you want to have a rest
and get a coffee?

Can't I stay with him?
That's my job.

We'll let you know
soon as we get the results, okay?

LIFT PINGS

VINCENT: Charlotte.
Did you tell Barbara yet?

Um. Yes. She wants to know when
she can see her
grandfather.

We're waiting for
the first troponin to come back,

then the Cardiology review.

Gel?

I've organised an ultrasound.

What, are you looking for
soft signs?

Seeing that Barbara hasn't had
an amnio or a CVS,

we need to see
how the baby's developing.

And once she's seen it?

(scoffs) I'm not going to try
and manipulate her, Vincent. Okay?

Alright, okay, keep your hair on.

Sorry. Um, lack of sleep.

Big night?

Bad night.

TERRI: Charlotte, the Sonographer's
coming down in about 20 minutes.

What is it?

(pants)

(continues panting)

Jack?

Um, why were you asking Mrs Thorne
all those questions?

Um, huge age difference,
15 years together.

And obviously they've worked out
their differences.

Michael Thorne's
back from Radiology.

Thank you.

(inhales deeply) It can work, Terri.

Just look at the scan, Jack.

Mrs Thorne, it's not very good news,
I'm afraid.

Michael's had
a subarachnoid haemorrhage.

That's a bleed into the brain.

In his case, it was caused
by a ruptured berry aneurism,

a weakness in the arterial wall.

How can that happen, without
any warning, without any signs?

Well, there are often no symptoms
before it ruptures.

Nothing to even indicate
that there's a problem.

What happens now?

He's going to require surgery
to evacuate the bleed,

and then clip the aneurism.

As with all surgery,
there will be risks.

He might die.

Well, Michael's age
and physical condition

are certainly going to work
in his favour.

He can survive?

Yeah. Yes, of course.

Most people recover...

..many, if not all, of their
mental and physical functions.

However... sometimes
neurological problems remain.

Jack, got a minute?

No!
I have to.

If... If anyone's going to tell Terri,
then it should be me.

She's my friend.

She dumped me, Charlotte.

Otherwise this wouldn't have
happened, right?

I have to get this off my chest.

Should I go and find Addy
and tell her, too?

We don't owe anyone an explanation.

Technically, no, Jack.

But I can't look her in the eye.

So what? We confess...
about everything, and then what?

Is it okay?

Will you be able to face her then?

Ooh. Sorry.
Charlotte, the Sonographer's here.

Great, thanks.

Charlotte. Don't say anything.

I can't promise you that, Jack.

Barbara, this is Katie.
She's a sonographer.

She's going to put some
of this gel on your tummy

and rub it in with this,
so she can see inside, okay?

Will it hurt?

Not at all.

Oh. It's cold.

Barbara, there's your baby.

It's floating around
in amniotic fluid.

There's the umbilical cord.

That's connected to the placenta,
which is how it gets its food.

Does it correspond to 19 weeks
gestation? Any soft signs?

What does that mean?

That means that on ultrasound,
your baby is healthy.

Can you tell
if it's a boy or a girl?

Yes, we can.

But some mothers don't want to know
the sex. They'd rather be surprised.

I want to know now.

Alright. It looks like a boy.

Oh.

Don't you want a boy?

I only picked out girls' names.

I'm sure there's a name book
up in Maternity

that I can bring down for you.

Would you like a picture, Barbara?

Smile, little baby.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Just checking.

You were asleep
when I dropped by earlier.

Do a lot of that. Have trouble
keeping my eyes open.

Well, rest is very important
to recovery.

Can I get you anything?

No. I'm going home today.

To my own bed - family, cat.

I can have a fag
whenever I want one.

I'll feel human again.

Yes, well the care you would get here
will keep you far more comfortable.

I've had enough of hospitals.

Anne, do you want to talk
to a counsellor about this?

It's not what I want, Von.

They've made it quite clear
I'm not going to recover.

So I'm going to die at home,
where I belong.

We didn't mislead you earlier.

I was just hoping
to change Anne's mind.

You really think
that she'll be better

in palliative care
than at home?

Yes.

It's a valid choice, though, Von.

Your mum stayed home, didn't she?
I thought you would've agreed.

Who's going to nurse her, hmm?

Anne's asked you to look after her?

Well, she wants us to spend
as much time together as possible.

And it could mean just that.

Who's going to help her?

Now her daughter, she works.
She has no idea what's ahead of her.

She doesn't know how much care
she'll need,

how exhausting and demoralising
the whole thing is.

Are you afraid that they'll ask for
your help, or you'll feel obliged?

Maybe I don't want anything
to do with them, full stop.

Should've stuck with
my original plan, you know,

stayed out of it.

It's still going to happen.

Without me.

She must wonder what she's done
to deserve this.

SIREN WAILS

Mum's bleeding. She's on the floor.

Okay mate, what's your name?
Toby.

Toby, show me where she is.

What happened, Toby?
He came around and beat Mum up.

Who's 'he'?
Shane.

What, and you found her like this?

I was in my room.

I heard him yelling at her
and stuff breaking.

I hid under the bed
until the screaming stopped.

I should have helped Mum.

You did help. You called us.
That was the right thing to do.

What's your mum's name, son?
Mandy.

Mandy. Mandy, can you hear me?

She has a pulse
and she's still breathing.

You apply pressure to the bleeding.
I'll get a line in.

Where's Dad, mate?

He pissed of.

That's Shane.
Shut up!

Listen, mate, we need to get Mandy
to hospital.

She's not going anywhere.

She needs medical attention.

Stuff her.
No!

I said shut up!

Toby, come here.

Let us take Mandy and the boy,
and we'll get out of here.

They stay. You go.

We're not leaving without her.

Well you're going to have to.
Piss off!

Don't push it.

We can't just leave them.
Come on.

Come on.

Car 978.

I said, piss off!
Okay, alright.

Require urgent police back-up
at last address.

Going.

Hostage situation.

Armed man holding a child
inside the house.

(grunts in pain)

SIRENS BLARE

Mandy Richards.

24 years old, multiple lacerations
from a machete attack.

She was unconscious at the scene,
with a GCS of 6, now 12.

BP is 100/60, pulse is 112.
Resps 28.

She's got multiple deep lacs
to her abdo and forearms.

Who did this?
Same one who did Scott.

Psych room.

Shut your face!
Soon as he's cleaned, get him out.

Scott Zinenko. Dressing in situ
over left flank lac.

Cannulated, IV Hartmanns,
IV morphine in transit.

Bit of a hero, mate.
Nearly a dead hero.

Not like you were
doing anything.

I called the cops.
Like the job description says.

FRANK: Alright, that's enough.
Get him through to acute.

Screen him for everything -
Hep A, B, C and HIV.

I'd like to be there when he explains

how he took on a junkie
with a machete.

He'll be suspended.

He deserves to be kicked out.

You been working with him, Murray.
What's going on?

(sighs) Think he's missing
his old partner.

Did he say that?
Didn't have to.

I don't know what went on
with you two,

but whatever it was,
Scott's still not over it.

Oh, Viv, back with us.
How you feeling?

Rotten.

Got any pain?

Not at the moment. I'm bloody tired.

Look who's here.

And she has special news
she wants to share with you.

Maybe later, hey?

No, it's alright.
How are you, princess?

Can I show you a photo of my baby?

It's a boy. He's perfect.

Yes. A perfectly healthy boy.

Sweetheart, I'm so happy for you.

And you, congratulations,
great-grandad.

(gasps)
Jess.

JESS: It's okay, Barbara.

Tell me what's happening.

Terrible pressure in here,
going round the back.

Give him an Anginine.

We'll need another 12 lead.

Viv, try to breathe through it.

Head back.

There we go.

I want 5mg morphine IV.

Start a TPA infusion,
100mg over 90 minutes.

There's a woman in the Waiting Room
asking after Michael Thorne.

I told her to contact the family,
but she won't leave.

Okay, I'll talk to her.

I'll take Mr Woods
up to the Cath
Lab.

Ta.

I thought it would cheer him up.

What did you expect him to do,
jump out of bed and do a jig?

Barbara wanted to see him.

Poor bastard's lying there
wondering how he'll survive,

you waltz in
and rub his bloody nose in it.

Oh, Frank... first Vincent now me.

Come on, you're going to run
out of people to blame soon.

I don't think so.

Not when I'm surrounded by such
an incompetent nursing staff.

Oh, no.

You're insufferable.
So I've been told.

This time you've excelled yourself.
I'm a high achiever.

Maybe that's your problem.

You think the rest
of the world's beneath you.

I've got better things to do
than trade personal insults.

You're the one who made it personal.
In there, in front of everyone.

I criticised your professionalism,
which was justified.

No. It wasn't.

This is a hospital.
I treat patients.

I don't dispense TLC
to whinging staff.

Oh, your life's
so bloody comfortable,

you don't have a clue,
what other people have to go through.

What the hell would you know
about my life?

I have my own family problems.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't need your pity.

Well, Frank, if your way
of dealing with your problems

is to work an 80-hour week,

then take it out on everybody else,
yeah, you do need my pity.

And you've got it.

I don't need to sit down.
I want to see Michael.

You can't at the moment.
He's having surgery.

What's wrong with him?

Just take a seat.

Listen, I can't actually discuss
his medical condition with you.

Just tell me
if he's going to be okay.

Why don't you speak
to a member of his family?

His wife Fiona is here.

I don't know her.

That's a nasty bruise
you've got there. Are you okay?

I'm fine.
I'm just worried about Michael.

Okay.

Alright. So, you don't know Fiona,

but you're a friend of Michael's?

Yes.

Were you in the car
this morning with him?

We were talking,
and he fell asleep at the wheel.

It all happened so fast.

I rang for an ambulance.
But I couldn't stay.

You weren't meant to be there.
Is that right?

Okay.

Stay here. I'll get someone
to look at your arm.

How is he? Please tell me.

I'll get someone
to come and look at you.

Just stay here, okay?
We'll talk later.

Jack. Um, listen, there's a girl
in there, her name is Christine.

I want you to have a look at her.

I think she was in the MVA
with Michael Thorne this morning.

Why is she presenting now?

She left the scene.

I think she's Michael's girlfriend.

You know, Fiona has no idea
the kind of man she's married to.

Are we okay?

Last night's not going to
change our relationship.

We can still be friends.
We can still work together.

You're not going to tell Terri.

No. I can't.

Don't you think she deserves
to know the truth?

Why do you want to tell her?

Is it going to make her
feel better, or you?

I just want to fix it, Jack.

Yeah, so do I.

I love her.

(sighs)

And I'm sorry, but I'm not going
to let it spoil any chance I have,

no matter how small,
of getting back with Terri.

So, can we just forget...

..about it?

It never happened.

Okay?

Just finished my shift.

I thought I'd tag along.

I'll be right.
Kerry's got everything ready.

Well, yeah, I'm sure.

But you'll need help with your
medicine, and comfortable bed.

I'm the world's best bed maker.

Von, I couldn't possibly
expect you to nurse me.

I'm the world's best nurse.

But I don't want you to.

Oh.

If I need a nurse,
I'll hire one.

Right-o. Then, you won't
be needing me then.

Of course I will.

You can do something for me
that no-one else can.

You can be my sister.

And that's something
I've wanted my whole life.

You know, the Cardiologist

managed to clear the blockage
in Mr Wood's coronary artery.

That's great. Barbara will be happy.
I'll catch up with you later.

I'll call you later,
let you know if there's any change.

Alright, darling,
I'll talk to you then.

Mrs Thorne, hi.
I just wondered if you had any news?

Surgery was successful,

and Michael might have some weakness
on his right side,

a lot of rehab,

but they say there's plenty of hope
for improvement.

Given what he's been through,
that's a very good outcome.

Seems unfair to me.

My first husband was a bastard.

Why couldn't it have happened to him?

You know, when I told him I was going
to marry someone 20 years my junior,

he laughed.

Seemed it was acceptable for him
to run around shagging 25-year-olds,

but it wasn't for me to fall in love.

I think Mike's very lucky
to have you.

Well, it works both ways.

It's that total belief that you
belong with this person and no other.

Have you ever felt that?

Yes, I have.

See ya.
Okay.

Von's applied for five week's leave.

She wants to spend it
with her sister.

Good. She's no use around here if
she can't keep her mind on the job.

'Spose you're proud of the way

you can switch off and put your life
into neat compartments?

If that's what it takes
to run the joint.

Everyone would understand the
pressure you're under at home, Frank.

I don't want them to know
about my private life.

So please, be discreet.

This is about you
feeling vulnerable.

If you admitted that,
everyone would feel much better.

Oh, Frank.

I'm not trying to embarrass you.

You caught me off guard last night.
I didn't handle it well.

I'm sorry if I frightened you.

It's just that I came home
to a peaceful house,

with almost edible food,

and Kathleen asleep.

And that hasn't happened
for a long, long time.

And if you'd asked me to marry you
at that moment,

I may have even considered it.

I'll take that as a compliment.

I've been having trouble
getting her to go to sleep lately.

How did you do it?

Music box by her bed.

She likes music.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hmm.

Hey.

I told them I didn't want
any work visitors.

I didn't think that included me.

Oh.

What, you think you're special,
do you?

Maybe we should talk another time.
I'll come back later.

I'm sorry.
What do you want to talk about?

What's going on with you?

Why I took that guy on today?
'Cause it was the right thing to do.

Old Murray was going to leave
the kid in there with a lunatic.

I saved two lives today.

Apparently that doesn't
count for anything.

Who's in the hospital bed?

I knew you'd be on Murray's side.

If you bothered
to get to know Murray at all,

you'd realise
he's got two citations for bravery.

He's entitled to his retirement.

The fact is, you broke protocol.

If you don't stop acting like a jerk,
no-one will wanna work with you.

Does that include you?
Yes, it does.

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