All language subtitles for All.Saints.S08E18 - New Beginnings.en

You must have a death wish,
starting full-time today.

Why?

You obviously haven't worked
with Nelson as NUM.

Nelson's a pussy cat.

Nurse-ama bin Laden.
Oh, no.

I worked with Nelson for years.
I never had problems.

I didn't know that.

Hey, guys.
Hello.

Hey.

TYRES SQUEAL
Idiots.

What is this, a public car park?

Don't be such a grumble-bum.

Guys, can you move the ute?
We need to get in and out.

You're not the only one, mate.

Think you've had enough for one day?

You bend the ute, you die.

Been driving them since I was 8.

SASHA: Hey, Stu, do we have
any bandages?

STUART: Hey, Sasha,
have we got enough Hartmanns?

I'll get some from inside.

Are you okay?

Hey, mate. Open your eyes.

THEME MUSIC

You alright?
Yeah, it's nothing.

Need to lie down, that's all.

I'm sure we can arrange that.

Here you go.

Are you on triage, Von?
Yeah.

Can you undo your shirt for me,
please?

He collapsed on the way in.

I didn't collapse.

His legs gave way.

He's bleeding from an abdo wound
and complaining of pain.

Okay. Let's have a look.

I'm Von.
Rick.

You right?

Yeah, thanks.
Okay.

You've pulled a couple of stitches.
When did they go in?

Yesterday arvo.

I guess I overdid it this morning.
Yep, yes, you did.

We'll get a doctor
to have a look at it.

Cool.

Just put your hand on that for me.

Okay. We'll get him to acute.

You can go and get changed, then
we'll worry about the paperwork.

Sure.

Well, congratulations.
You just became my first patient.

Good luck.

You know what you're doing?

Don't worry,
you're not my first patient ever.

It's just my first day full-time.

Good.

Gotta look after myself,

keep the old temple in good order
and all that.

This won't take too long, Rick.

Stuff-all wrong.
Few stitches will do.

Bung them in there,
I'm on my way.

You've got to be seen
by a doctor first.

This is stupid.

Girlfriend's got her undies
in a twist.

So you're happy with bruises
and busted-up stitches, are you?

You should see the other bloke.

Were you in a fight?

Sorta.

With a big horny-looking mother
who weighed in at about 1,200 kilo.

Rodeo.
No bull.

(laughs then groans)

Only when you laugh, right?
Yeah, you got it.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

Lucy's show-and-tell
got out of the jar.

No problemo, Terri.

Phoebe, this is Terri.
She'll look after you.

Phoebe's a 14-year-old walk-in

who vomited twice
this morning on the school bus.

Intense headache
behind her right eye.

She's light- and noise-sensitive.

Charlotte should
see her in a minute.

Okay. Alright.

Phoebe, do you want to sit up
so I can get you into a gown?

I can't. I'll throw up.

Alright.
We'll start with your shoes then.

When did your headache start?
This morning, I guess.

Did it come on suddenly or gradually?

It's been coming for a week,
getting worse every day.

Okay, can you...
Okay, what have we got?

Phoebe McCarthy, presented
via walk-in about 20 minute ago.

She's got a headache, she's vomited.
She's noise- and light-sensitive.

Phoebe. I'm Dr Beaumont.
Do you remember me?

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's alright.

You saved my dad.

Is he home yet? How's he doing?

Yeah, he's good.

Can you make this pain stop?
We will do our best, Phoebe.

Okay. Paracetamol
with codeine and Ibuprofen.

What about the vomiting?

Metoclopramide 10mg.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Phoebe, but I have
to shine this torch into your eyes.

I'll be quick.

Oh, Jesus, doc.
Hurt more than the bloody bull did.

Sorry, mate.

You've got a fair bit of tenderness
around your liver and spleen.

This bruising's pretty severe.

Abdo CT?
Yes, please.

Did you get thrown off the bull?

No.

Rode him to time, stepped off,

the bugger tried to hook me
when I wasn't looking.

If I wasn't screaming,
it would've got him in the back.

Hi, I'm Shauna.

So, how long's this bull-buster
going to be out of action?

Depends on how long he
keeps this set of stitches in.

How did you pull these?

She did it.
His fault.

Okay.

It looks like you won't need
a surgical wash-out on this.

I don't think the wound's that deep.

But you'll need
an antibiotic cover on it.

You're cleaning it out here?
Yes.

You should take a walk, Bugs.
This could get messy.

I've seen more busted-up bull riders
than you've had beers,

I've seen more of you
than these two are seeing.

It's up to you, Rick.

Well, she helped bust them.

It seems fair
she stays to see the new ones.

Okay. I'll do a CT and then
come back to stitch you up?

I can look after his belt and boots.
He gets real paranoid about them.

Okay.

Nice buckle.

Thanks.

No, I meant hers.

Yeah, I know. It's one of mine.

I'll get on to Radiology.
You set up sutures.

Sure.

You know, I never got
the whole buckle bunny thing.

The what?
Buckle bunny.

Cowboy's best friend?

Sometimes they get the buckle
for being extra friendly.

Oh, I see.

I didn't realise
rodeo riders have groupies.

Cate, tell them to chase up
his medical notes.

I'd love to know about
those other scars.

Sure.
Thank you.

Yes, it's Dr Hughes in Emergency.

I'd like to organise an abdo CT,
please.

Mrs Maloney in 5.
Kicked her foot on the doorframe.

What?

Oh, just first day back in charge,

I thought Frank would
be behind you all shift.

Frank trusts me to do the job
without him hanging over my shoulder.

Curtis, where the hell are those
bloody rosters I asked you for?

Alright, sub-acute 4,
pilonidal abscess.

It will need draining.
Come on, come on.

I've got a mountain of paperwork
to get through.

On your desk.
Where?

Next to the little brain you keep.

You know, it's day one of your
three-month trial, Frank, remember?

I was nice.

Alright, touch your chin
to your chest.

Okay. Look up towards the ceiling.

That's good.

Good girl.

Phoebe, I can't find anything wrong,
so I think you're having a migraine.

Just to be sure...

I think I'm going to chuck.

Good girl. Lie back for me.

We're going to need full bloods,
Terri - UEC, FBC and LFTs.

We'll do a head CT to be sure.
Okay.

Could just be hormones.

Does her father know she's here?
I don't know. I'll check.

I'll do it. I want to see how he is.
Okay.

(sarcastically) Come in.
Sit down, put your feet up.

I've got plenty of time.

Do you remember Donald McCarthy?

Hypothermic cardiac arrest.

PARAMEDIC: Donald McCarthy,
45 years old.

Hypothermic cardiac arrest

following extended
cold water immersion.

You put him on bypass to warm him.

That case got me the
training fellowship.

I got you the training fellowship.

Well, his daughter's here - Phoebe.
Do you remember her?

You bet I do. How's the father doing?

I can't believe it's been
six months since the accident.

Other times it seems like -
I don't know - forever.

In a good way, though.

I think it seems so long
because he's doing so well.

Six weeks
to learn to use a toothbrush.

Delusions, depression,
personality changes.

Now, after four months in rehab,
he's home, pending assessment

as to whether father and daughter
can cope alone.

Well, if anyone can cope, she can.

That's what I thought,
but according to the carers' report,

she's as much a problem as he is.

She won't accept he's brain-injured.

Any suggestions made by the carers
are met with hostility by her.

You must love him very much.

We're a team, you know?

That's what he used to...

That's what he says.

This hurts so much.

No wonder
the girl's having migraines.

She's got the weight of the world
on her shoulders.

Hmm. It seems your miracle cure
wasn't a miracle after all.

Welcome back, Donald.

Okay.

Now, no more early-morning wrestling
for at least a week, alright?

No sweat.

Alright. I'll be back to see you
once you've had your CT.

Thanks, doc.

That sucks.

We'll have to think of
something else to do instead.

I take it you guys met at a rodeo?

No.
No.

On a big rock overlooking the ocean.

We checked out each other's
belt buckles and that was it.

Every coastal town I compete in,
I go where I can look at the ocean.

Somewhere quiet.

It's a zen thing.

Ricky reckons you can't
ride a bull fighting it.

You've gotta read it, go with it,
like a surfer with waves.

Did I get it right?
10 out of 10.

What were you doing there?

That's the weird part.
I do the same thing.

Not because of zen crap or anything,

just because I get off
watching the ocean.

It's like we were meant
to meet up or something.

And how long have you
two lovebirds been together?

A couple of weeks.

Three weeks and one day.

Are you serious? I thought you guys
were engaged or something.

Nah.

Just mates, right.

You okay, Daff?

Do you want some more pain relief?
I wouldn't say no.

Okay. I'll be right back.

Cate...
Yeah.

Couldn't have done any real
damage this morning, could we?

If you had, the doctors
would've said something. Why?

It's just that..

Well, Rick saying
in front of me that it hurts,

then something's really wrong.

Or maybe he's just feeling
comfortable enough around you

to tell the truth.

Do you think?
Maybe.

If there's something wrong,
Dr Hughes will find it.

Yeah. You're probably right.

Listen to me.

I'm carrying on like
I'm his bloody wife or something.

Thanks.

Are you still feeling sick, Phoebe?
Yeah.

They moved me into another bed
for the X-ray.

Now it's worse.

Okay. We'll give you something
more for the pain.

Morphine 2.5mg IV
and Ondanscetron 4mg IV,

slow push for the ongoing nausea,

and another litre of saline
to run in at 1.25ml an hour.

The good news, Phoebe, is that your
brain scan is completely normal.

Why does it hurt so much?

As I said before, I think
we're talking about migraines.

Can you tell me
when you think they start?

Maybe when you're upset or stressed?

It's alright.
We'll be back in a sec.

Has she said anything
about how things are at home?

She says everything's fine,
but she's painting a rosy picture.

Me too.

So you think the migraines
are stress-related?

I'd put money on it.

Okay. Okay.

I've gotta get outta here.

Sweetie, you're not well, you can't.

But I can't stand the noise.

Okay. I'll move you
somewhere quiet, alright?

Make the noise stop, please.

Okay.

Admin wants to see you before you
finish today for a new photo ID.

And I just want you out
of that agency uniform ASAP.

Is that an offer, Nelson?

What if I called your bluff?

What would you do?

Just... get a staff uniform, Cate.

When am I supposed to do that?

Look, whenever you can,

just as long as it doesn't
compromise patient care.

No, I don't have anyone
to cover for you.

I'll do it in
my lunch hour then.

Morphine 10mg in 1ml
expires June 06...

Mm-hm.

..which leaves...

..42 in the box.
Check.

Okay, I'll cover for you.

Wouldn't want you working
through your break,

not on your first day anyway.

And they said you were the Nazi NUM.

Let me guess... Jessica?

Torture wouldn't get it out of me.

Look, I don't have time for this,
Nelson.

Can you shut the door, please.

I have a favour to ask.

You've been working in the ED
longer than anyone, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, I know the position
doesn't formally exist,

but I would like you
to consider being my 2IC.

Now, I'll write it up on all your
assessments and put in a reference

in case you ever wanted to apply for
a nursing unit manager's position.

What do you say?
That would be great.

Good.

Alright,
I'll just get myself sorted today

and we'll have a briefing.

Sure. Thanks.

Hi, Frank.

Keeping your enemies close, Nelson?

That's why we share an office,
Frank.

VON: Nelson.

How'd you go last night?
What do you mean?

Well, when I left, Kerry was still in
bed, you'd gone at the crack of dawn,

and...

Well, did you talk to her?
Sort of, yeah.

Deal with that, will you?

Guys, come on. Knock it off.
That's not on in here.

I thought it would help
take his mind off the pain.

Yeah, that's what the drugs are for.

Problem?

Cate?

No, giving my patient
a moment of privacy.

Are you decent?
Yeah.

Don't give her a hard time.

It's not her fault.

Little Ricky's been waiting
for attention for hours.

I was doing all the work.

There was no way
he'd pull his stitches.

Um... how long's Little...
How long have you been like this?

Since yesterday.

Continuously?

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Are you taking any
erectile-enhancing medication?

(laughs) As if.

Okay, give me your hands.

Why?

Squeeze them as hard as you can.
What is it?

Have you been getting
any pain in your left arm?

Some.

What's wrong?

His left arm's weaker
than his right.

It's no biggy. I'm right-handed.

I want you to push
as hard as you can against my hands.

Rick. I want you to stay
as still as you can.

Don't move,
especially your head and neck.

What's wrong?

I'm serious about you not moving -
not an inch.

I'm going to get a doctor
to check you out.

But I wanna stay.

Yeah, I know, Shauna, but the doctor
just needs to examine him.

It will only take a minute.
It's okay, Bugs.

Okay. Rick, have you had any
other bouts of priapism recently?

Tell me what it is
and I'll tell you.

It's the prolonged and
involuntary erections.

Yeah. About a week now.

Alright.
Is it bad?

Let's do another set
of bloods and UA.

Any other symptoms
you haven't mentioned to Cate?

Neck's been a bit sore.

I noted some old bruising
there before.

Okay. No, no, no. Stay still.

How'd you get that?

I got kicked by my horse
about a week ago.

Why didn't you tell me about that?

Just keep still, okay?

Sorry.

I've been kicked that many times,

I didn't think another
was worth mentioning.

What's going on, guys?

Can you organise a collar
and some sand bags?

We need to keep him
completely immobile

till we've done a spinal CT.

What are you saying, doc?

Am I gonna end up
riding a bloody wheelchair?

This is Mark Anderson, 55 years old.

Sudden onset of central chest pain

radiating to left jaw
whilst at a work desk.

Associated dizziness
and shortness of breath.

Pain was relieved with oxygen
and Anginine times two.

Okay, Mark.
Hop over to the other bed for me.

There's no obvious acute changes
to the rhythm strip

and he's got a past history
of hypertension and unstable angina.

Thanks. We'll handle it from here.

All the best, Mark.

Hey.
Hey.

Shouldn't be too much longer.

Where's Shauna?

She's going to be back in a minute.

You hang in there and stay calm.
We'll get this sorted.

Okay.

Hey, Cate,
what kind of mood is Jess in today?

What?

Stuart's being moody,
I thought they may have had a fight.

Not now, Sash.

CATE: Shauna!

I hate hospitals. They gross me out.

Oh, sorry.

That's alright. They do
the same thing to me sometimes.

Okay. They don't really.

How do you get a spinal injury
and not know it?

It's a particular kind of injury,
Shauna.

He's going to cop such a bagging
from Patti.

She's my best friend.
We follow the circuit together.

She's barely seen me
since I hooked up with Rick.

Getting serious about a guy
is something

we promised each other
we'd never do.

"Buckle bunnies forever."

That's what rodeoing's about, right?

Having the best time for
a short time, then moving on.

Look, this might be easy
for me to say,

but it might not be
as bad as you're thinking.

Yeah?
Mmm.

What happens if he ends up

one of those rodeo wheelies
selling souvenirs?

None of the other cowboys
will want to know us.

Is she asleep?
Yeah. Finally.

I made some calls.

The bureaucrats think
it's a piece of cake.

Just to keep her on her toes,

they've got her and her father
living a kind of 24-hour test

to see if they function
as a family.

Well, that's ridiculous. They can't.

That's what's hanging over
Phoebe's head.

If the care team decide
that either of them isn't coping,

then full-time residential care
is the only other option.

For both of them. She's a kid.
She'd go into foster care.

She promised she'd look after him.

How did she think she'd cope?

You explained to her
the possibility of brain injury...

I tried. She didn't listen.

Maybe I should have let him go.

No, you couldn't have done that.

(sighs) What do we do now?
The father's on a disability pension.

That doesn't cover the cost
of full-time nursing care.

She is exhausted.
I'll organise a counsellor.

Don't expect miracles.
The care team has tried.

She just holds the party line.
She says she's fine, Dad's fine.

Whoa, whoa.
Sorry.

Hey. Why is he wearing a collar?

He was kicked by a horse last week,

which he only admitted
when I found neuro deficiency.

You're kidding.
Why didn't he say anything?

Macho crap, probably.

Maybe he didn't want to say anything
in front of his bunny.

Hey, have you seen Jess?

She went to the pharmacy, I think.

Hey. There you are.

I've got to pick up some meds
from the pharmacy.

Not until you tell me what
last night was about.

I don't wanna talk about it.
Well, I do.

I don't know what I did
wrong last night.

I... I just figured, you know,
since Dan was away,

we had the place to ourselves...

Look, you ran out on me, Jess.

I've got no idea why.

I just want to know what's going on.

I can't. Not now.

Okay. Tonight, then?

I'll pick you up,
we'll get a drink.

Yeah, alright.

Better?

I know you're trying to be nice,
Terri, but you don't understand.

Phoebe,
my husband died two years ago.

He had a brain tumour,
and it made him...

..do some very strange things.

He was a very funny, nice man

but he sometimes became violent,

and that wasn't him at all.

My dad doesn't hit me or anything,
if that's what you're saying.

No. I'm saying I know it's hard
to watch someone you love change,

and never knowing what
kind of mood they'd be in.

Would they be happy or angry?

Was he going to forget
where he was or what he was doing?

That's the worst part - not knowing
what's going to happen next.

Like, when dad came out of hospital,
he never once mentioned his car,

and then one day he just got in it
and drove away.

I told him a million times
he's not allowed.

He forgets.

But the carers, they say
the same thing over and over again,

like he's some kid.

Well, no, he is in some ways,

and that's hard, isn't it, to accept
that there is nothing you can do

to stop him from being like that.

I dreamt about him last night.

In my dreams, he's always
back to the way he was before.

He made hot chocolate.
We went to the movies.

Do you see movies
with your friends?

Movies cost too much,
and I can't leave Dad, so...

Okay. Well, what about
having them over to your place?

Well, I tried that.

I told them that dad
sometimes spoke like he was drunk.

I thought I had it all sorted,
but when they came over,

dad got confused, and he peed
in the pot plant in our lounge room.

And so they're not in a hurry
to come over anymore.

But, you know, it's okay.
It'll be alright when I quit school.

Will you still be able to do what you
want to do if you leave school early?

What do you mean?

A career. What do you want to be?

There's nothing I can be now.

I've got Dad to look after.

CATE: And here we are,
right back where we started.

Hi, honey. I'm home.

Shauna's not here, Rick.

She must've gone home to pack.

Yeah, maybe.

Did she say something?

She is coming back, right?

I don't know, Rick.

JACK: C5-C6 disc herniation
with severe ipsilateral compression

on the left side of the spinal cord.

Brown-Sequard Syndrome?

Yeah. That'd be it.

How'd you know that?

I'm a woman of many talents, Jack.

Nurses diagnosing for doctors now,
Curtis.

That's an interesting development.
You may as well go home, Jack.

Very funny.
You know I would've got to it.

And now that you have?

Call the neurosurgeon?
Thanks.

Okay. Well, can you confirm that
you'll review him today for surgery?

The Brown-Sequard patient, yes.

Yes, I will hold.

Okay. Great. Thank you.

Neurosurgeon's going to be
down within the hour.

Now, let's not tell Rick anything
just yet until he gets reviewed.

I don't want him panicking
unnecessarily, okay?

Sure. He's in a lot of pain, Jack.

Well, Urology can't make it down,
so they've asked us to handle it,

Can you set up for an aspiration?
Sure.

Jack.
Hey, hey. Better?

Yeah, better.

Hey, I need that cardiac referral
for the chest pain, Mr Anderson.

You said you want us
to organise a stress test?

Yep. On it now.

And you still haven't
been to admin for your new ID?

No, sorry. I've been flat chat.

Hey, has his girlfriend
come back yet?

Ah, not that I've seen.

You know what?
I've gone right off this idea.

I've already explained this, Rick.
You don't have an option.

If we don't drain the blood
from your penis, you could end up...

Alright, alright.

..with serious long-term
complications.

Okay. Well, you just tell me
if you feel any pain at all.

Just get on with it, will you?

Rick, would you feel
more comfortable with a male nurse?

Are you kidding? It's bad enough
with him fiddling around down there

without another bloke
gawking at it too.

Hey.

I'm counting on you
to keep on eye on him.

He even looks like smiling and
I'm out of here, wheelchair or not.

Almost done.
Good.

All I need is for Bugs to roll back
in here and see me like this.

You tell me if she does,
if you see her.

Hey, you'll be the first to know.

Okay. That's about it.

Should feel a lot better now.

Can you apply
an elasticised bandage?

Sure.

Hey, doc.
Mm-mm.

Next time you by me dinner first,
okay?

Well, I'm hoping
there won't be a next time.

Yeah. No, I understand. Thank you.

Hey.
How's Phoebe?

Yeah, her headache's eased up.
Good.

I've just been on the phone
trying to contact anyone I can

to find alternative arrangements
for her, but...

Can we organise respite care
for her dad?

Well, that's no problem, but it's
only a short-term solution, isn't it?

Yeah, well,
it's better than nothing,

because the minute she started
talking about her situation,

her headache eased up.

What does that tell you?
Oh. She needs a break.

Yeah, I agree.

Sorry, Lucy's teacher's
on the phone for you.

Oh!

Well, hey, Terri, wait...

Hi, Mrs McGrath. Terri Sullivan.
What happened?

(exhales deeply)
Yeah, no, it got out this morning.

I think she keeps opening the lid
to make sure it's okay.

If she's there, that would be great.

Hi, sweetie. Did it get out again?

It's nothing to cry about, darling.

It's out playing
with all the other bugs now.

Well, I'm sure David
didn't mean to step on it.

Yeah, I really believe
that there is a bug heaven.

Yeah.

You've got to be realistic
about this.

If he dies, I'll be on my own.

And if he doesn't die,
he could be a lifelong burden to you.

He could never be a burden.

Hey, Phoebe. Remember me?

Dr Beaumont tells me
you've had a rough trot.

I'm okay.

I've heard all the options. No way
I'm putting Dad in a nursing home.

I'm not suggesting you do that.

You made your decision
and I respect it.

What I am asking, though,
is you do what's right for you.

But looking after dad
is the right thing to do.

You know, there's someone
in my family that needs 24-hour care

just like your dad.

And like you,
I decided that I was going to be

the one that was there for them.

But I figured out pretty soon
that I wasn't going to survive

unless I had part of my life
that was just for me.

That's why I come here.

Being a doctor is a part of me
that helps me get through.

Otherwise I'd hit the wall,
like you have now.

But Dad always said we were a team.

There's no reason
why you can't be a team now.

I said I wouldn't leave him,
Dr Campion.

Phoebe, this isn't about
you leaving him.

This is about you realising that

you've got to look after yourself
before you can look after him.

I made a promise.

So can you take all this out now,
please? I'd like to go home.

What you've got is rare,
but not unheard of.

What is it?

It's a neurological condition
called Brown-Sequard Syndrome.

Now, when the horse kicked you last
week, it caused a disc in your neck,

just here, to compress
the left side of your spinal cord.

That's what's caused your symptoms.

Now, spinal injuries
are always unpredictable,

but the good news is that
we can treat this with surgery.

We can remove the disc,

and as long as there's no damage
to the spinal cord,

then you should get back full
movement and sensation to your limbs.

As in walking, talking, riding?

Mm-hm.
You'll need to get through surgery.

There'll be
a lot of physio following that,

but you're young and fit - that works
in your favour for a good outcome.

I know where I'm putting my money.

This idiot's never let a bull
beat him yet.

Hey, Bugs.

I started to think you headed
off to the next stud on the circuit.

What?

And miss the opportunity to give
you heaps while you're on your back?

No way.

Your canteen really sucks,
by the way.

Worst bloody steak I've ever eaten.

I'll stay with you, Rick -
if you want me to, that is.

Lean in where I can see you, babe.

What if this is the bull
that beats me?

I don't know about you...

..but I reckon
I got myself enough belt buckles.

Thanks.

Hey. I'm going to Cougar's.
Do you want to come?

I'm supposed to be meeting Stuart,

but I'm not really in the mood
for a big night.

Oh, come on. I'm in partying mood.

My rodeo boy and his buckle bunny
are in love,

and all's well with the wide world.

Maybe not the whole wide world.
Are you okay?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
Sasha was saying...

What was Sasha saying?

Nothing. Stuart's been
in a bad mood today and...

Oh, really?
What exactly did he tell her?

I don't know.
Cate!

I really don't know.
I wasn't that interested.

Of course I'm interested.
Look, it's none of my business.

That's right.

It's nobody's business except mine,

and if I don't want to sleep with my
boyfriend, then I shouldn't have to.

Hi.
Hi.

You left early this morning.

Was that a good or a bad thing?

I don't know. You tell me.

You could've been eager
to get to work on time...

..or maybe you didn't want
to face me.

Maybe you didn't want to face Von.

Has she said something to you?
So is that it?

You don't want Auntie Von
knowing we slept together.

Kerry, that's not it.

Really? Then why are we meeting here
and not at home?

Yeah, okay, maybe it's a bit of that.

I mean, Kerry, you've got to admit,
it's a bit weird.

Yeah, it is.

If you want last night
to be the end of it, I understand.

You and Von have been
friends a long time.

I don't want...

I wasn't looking
for a one-night stand.

Were you?

No.

Well...
I'll just go get us a drink, then.

If we're sitting here
all night, can I get a beer?

Sure.

While you're at it,

perhaps you'd like to tell everyone
what happened last night.

Why would I do that?

You didn't have a problem
telling Sasha.

Telling Sasha what?

I still don't know
what happened last night.

You probably already
texted Dan to tell him.

No, you're being ridiculous.
You know what?

If sex is that important,
why don't you find some girl

who'll jump into bed
on the first date?

I'm out of here.

How did we get to breaking up?

Haven't you got a home to go to?
Don't you?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's all
give him a great big gold star.

Where's Lucy?
She's with Von, so can't be long.

So shall I say it, or will you?

Terri, I've been watching you
for a fortnight now.

Ever since Lucy got here,
you've been a ticking bomb.

It's been pretty hectic.
Mm-mm.

And you're having trouble
deciding what to do.

You're very perceptive, Frank.
It's quite unnerving.

Part of my uncanny charm.
Do you want to know what I think?

Frank, really...

Doesn't matter. I'll tell you anyway.

I think that you have been hiding,
Sullivan,

and now that life's jumped up
and smacked you in the moosh,

you don't know which way to go.

Or maybe you do.

My priorities have changed, Frank.
To what?

To looking after Lucy.
To doing the best I can for her.

Mm-hm. And what about you?
What do you want?

I'm still working on that.
Oh, crap.

You wouldn't be here
if that was true.

Come on, you're an intelligent woman.
What's in your heart?

That I owe it to Mitch to...
No, no, no. Forget Mitch.

I want to know
what's going on in here.

C'mon. If it's so bloody obvious
to me, you must have a clue.

I want to spend every second
with Lucy. That's what.

And in order...

In order to do that,
I have to leave.