All language subtitles for All.Saints.S10E02 - The Hardest Word.en

HEAVY ROCK MUSIC

TYRES SQUEAL

TYRES SCREECH

TYRES SCREECH, LOUD BANG,
GLASS SHATTERS

Ambulance!

2-vehicle MVA on the corner of Drew
and Houston streets, in Murrivale.

HEAVY ROCK MUSIC

(Turns radio off)

(Sobs)

I've got one fatality.

The two victims in the second car
require urgent attention. Thanks.

Hi. You hang on there, OK?

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

Lisa. OK.
That's Brian.

(Sobs uncontrollably)
Oh, my God. Is he OK?

Brian, can you hear me?
I can't breathe.

Alright.
Did you hit the steering wheel?

I'm not sure.

Alright. Are you experiencing
any pain or pressure in your chest?

Yeah? OK.

Bloody hell.

Please tell me you're a doctor.
Uh, plumber.

What's your name?
Marty.

Marty, I'm Cate. I need you to help
me get Brian out of the car, alright?

No, don't! Don't move him.
They always say not to.

It's OK. I'm trained, alright?
It's alright, Lisa.

Now, where are you hurting?

My... my... my leg and here.

Alright. I'm gonna see to you
in a sec.

I've just gotta get
Brian sorted first.

No, no, no. Just wait till
the ambulance comes...

Brian, I need to get you out of the
car to help you breathe more easily.

You ready?
No! No, I told you not to, no!

Lisa, it's OK, alright?

(Sobs and groans)

This thing's jammed. I need something
sharp to cut the seatbelt.

Hey, how about a quick gasp
before we start?

Oh, for some reason they frown
on ciggie breaks around here.

One less nail in your coffin.

Oh, you're a hard woman, Von.

Here you go, mate.

You behave yourself

with all of these good-looking women
taking care of you.

You're either new
or you're very short-sighted.

Heath Velaga,
and I've got 20/20 vision.

I'm Gabrielle. I'm the new NUM.
I've got perfect vision too.

Oh, God. May I introduce Ian Mayhew,
one of my home care patients.

Alright. G'day, Mr Mayhew.
How you doing?

Uh, Mr Mayhew is my dad and he
carked it about 20 years ago.

Oh.
Call me Ian.

Oh, nice to meet you.
Now, what's going on here?

Ian has a temporary
indwelling catheter.

It hasn't been emptied
for a day or so.

Right.

WOMAN ON RADIO:
Base to 978. Are you clear?

Clearing now.

2-vehicle MVA, corner of Drew
and Houston streets, Murrivale.

CATE: Hang in there, Brian.
Are you right?

LISA: Somebody stop!
Let's go.

Please just leave him.
Just wait for the paramedics.

He's not getting any air into his
lungs, Lisa. We have to do this.

Where the hell are the ambos?

(Lisa sobs) Brian? Brian?
Can you hear me, Brian?

Has anyone got a pen?
MARTY: A pen?

Yeah, we have to help him breathe.

On it, Marty.

Oh, my God.

What are you gonna do to him?

Brian, you just look at me. Keep your
eyes open, alright? Focus on me.

Here you go.

Take the ink cartridge out
and then screw it back together.

Thanks.

Alright, Brian,
this is gonna hurt a bit

but it's gonna help you breathe
more easily, alright?

Can you block out what I'm doing?

Can somebody stop her, please?

I'm trying to help him, Lisa.

If we wait, he's gonna die.
(Screams)

There you go, Brian.

You'll be able to breathe better now.
Brian!

(Cries)

He's OK. He's passed out
but he's breathing again.

Are you OK?
(Vomits)

VINCENT: Hey. Have you been here
all night?

Where else would I be?

He's in good hands, Frank.

You know, this wasn't your fault.

He walked into a situation that
I should have had under control.

How? How were you gonna get
that man's grief under control?

I should have talked to him
when he first...

I need some help here!

I need some diazepam, 5mg...

Ambulance service. Coming through.

Thanks, miss. Step back now, please.

Uh, I can't.
I'm holding this in place.

She stabbed him!
Can you take her away?

You've made yourself a friend there.

Yeah. I needed you five minutes ago.

We got here as soon as we could.
The patient's name is Brian.

He suffered a tension pneumothorax

and then passed out
when I decompressed him.

I'm not surprised.
Brian, can you hear me?

(Lisa sobs)
Can you... can you check his spine?

I... I need to know
if he can move his legs.

That's Lisa. She's got possible leg
and chest injuries.

I think she's stable but I haven't
checked her over thoroughly.

Other vehicle?

Driver only and he's deceased.

Were you the first on the scene?
Yeah, I was having a morning jog.

Why is... Why isn't he moving?

He's unconscious.
Yeah, thanks to her.

Very impressive, Mac.

How'd you know my name?

You mean it really is MacGyver?

(Laughs) No, it's McMasters.

Ambo or nurse?
Both... and neither.

I'm between gigs.

You're alright to take care of
the passenger

when the second unit arrives?

Yeah, that's fine.

It'll give me a chance to explain I'm
not really a passing axe murderer.

Well, bribe her with this.

When I was an ambo we weren't allowed
to give one of these to a civvy.

It still is. Don't leave any prints.

I don't want her anywhere near me.

Let's get you to hospital, Brian.
(Sobs)

Are you serious? His catheter bag
hasn't been emptied in 36 hours?

Could be as long as that.

Well, I can't see
to take it myself.

I've got diabetes and my eyes
aren't what they used to be.

Well, you probably have
a urinary tract infection, Ian.

Slightly febrile at 37.6.

My son, Lance, usually calls around
a couple of times a day to empty it

but I didn't see him yesterday.

And he's your primary carer?
Yes.

I've left a couple of messages.

Well, how about we try calling him
again.

Frank.

Bart's awake. He's asking for you.

So, um, what brought on the seizure?

It could be the cerebral edema
from the malignant hypothermia.

Right. And, uh, how is he otherwise?

Well, haemodynamically,
he's improving.

Uh, pupils are equal but sluggish,
he's responding to some commands

but he has some weakness
on the right side.

Don't bullshit me, Vincent.
I know what seizures mean.

He could have permanent
neurological damage.

Frank, you know,
it's too early to tell.

We just... we need to wait for
the swelling to go down

and to wean him off the analgesia.

Are you gonna give him
a repeat head CT?

Well, that'll give us more
information

but it's still a waiting game.

Hey, Bart's gonna be OK, isn't he?

Um, yeah, I hope so.

Listen, can you keep an eye on Frank
for me?

I don't think he's handling this
too well.

DAN: So, how's Bart?
Training for the City to Surf.

How do you think he is, you idiot?
Frank, we can handle this.

I'm fine.
Hughes is taking care of that.

Brian MacPherson,
a driver in a 2-car MVA.

Suspected internal injuries.
What's that in his chest?

A pen relieving
the tension pneumothorax.

Why a pen?
Budget cuts?

Why hasn't he got a sterile
chest tube in him?

Because it was our priority
to get him here as soon as possible.

Cate McMasters was the first one
on the scene. She improvised.

She wasn't involved in the accident,
was she?

No, she was out jogging.

Hypotensive but relatively stable
at 85 systolic.

Oxygen saturating at 93%
on 15 litres.

BP's dropped considerably
in transit.

Probably due to
a massive haemothorax.

JACK: Then let's get ready
to transfer him.

Be careful not to dislodge
the pen in his chest.

Pat slide in.
On three. One, two, three.

(Brian groans)

So, what is with the pen?
Cate was keeping her hand in.

Our Cate?
DAN: Gutsy call.

I hope she never finds me
on the side of the road.

That's enough chatter, thanks.
BRIAN: Oh, shit.

That's alright. It's alright.
It is a temporary measure.

That is just gonna help you breathe
a bit better, OK?

JACK: We'll need bloods, FBCs, UECs,
LFTs, group hold and crossmatch.

And an urgent chest X-ray,
C-spine and an abdo.

OK.

And two units of O neg blood
and a bag of Gelofusine.

I'll get that.
Thanks.

How about just for fun we put
a proper tube in the guy?

Dan, see if you can get onto
his next of kin.

His girlfriend was in the car
with him.

She'll be coming in shortly.
What's her condition?

Stable.
I'll talk to her when she comes in.

Don't worry, Brian.
We'll have you fixed in a jiffy.

You're not needed here anymore,
Everleigh. I'll see to this.

Oh, who'd want to be an ambo, hey?

(Laughs) Someone's gotta do it.
Yeah.

Thanks for your help today, Marty.
You were great.

No sweat.

Hey, you were pretty awesome
yourself.

Scalpel.

Alright, Brian, I'm just gonna be
making a small incision.

You'll feel a little bit of pressure,
but if you feel any pain -

which should be taken care of
by the local anaesthetic -

you let me know, OK?

To think we have to go through
all this to put a tube in

and Cate does it with an old pen
and no equipment.

I'm not sure I'd have the nerve.
FRANK: Just as well she did, though.

Artery forceps.
Mm-hm.

Just tracking through
the pleural cavity.

Won't be long now.

Would you like another bag
of Gelofusine up?

Mmm.

Right. Drain's in situ.

BRIAN: What's happening?
Just hold still.

This just takes a little bit of
timing, that's all.

You have to pull the pen just as
Jack releases the forceps.

You ready?
GABRIELLE: Yep.

On three.

One, two, three.

Put pressure on the wound.
Mm-hm.

Nice work.

Well done.

Now I'm just gonna put
an airtight dressing on for you.

Dan, I need you to get on to ICU
and book a bed for us.

Let them know that we've got to
stop off at Radiology

to check the placement of the tube
and finish off the trauma series.

Sure.
How are you holding up, Brian?

Good lad.

Poor Bart. As if he hasn't
been through enough.

He'll be fine, Ricky. How are you?
I'm fine.

(Crankily) Dan, if you've got
nothing better to do,

I have a catheter that needs
aspirating.

Well, I... I'd better go.

Someone's obviously swiped
Dr Gallagher's happy pills

this morning.

Dan, did you hear me?
Yep.

Hey, Ricky. Shouldn't you be at home?
Isn't that my decision?

Sensitive, Jack.
Her brother's just died.

Yeah, I know. That's my...

(Sighs)

Has anyone seen this memo?

Did you know Vlasek was returning,
Frank?

I might have heard something.

Oh, well, why didn't you tell me?

You got the bloody memo, didn't you?
Isn't that enough?

Yeah, well, that's bullshit.

Your patient's waiting
for you, Quade.

No, no, no. Don't try to move, mate.
You've been through a hell of a lot.

I hurt... all over.

OK. I'll write you up
for some more pain relief.

Did I have an accident?

No, no. Um... you were shot.
You were shot twice.

Jack and I operated on you.

Who shot...?

It was Paul Taylor.

Why?
You were just in the wrong place.

Where's Dr Campion?

I'll let him know you're awake.

SEAN: What have we got?

This is Lisa Solomon.
She was a passenger in an MVA.

She's got a GCS of 15
and nil loss of consciousness.

A possible broken left leg,
circulation obs satisfactory,

observations are stable.

We'll need a head CT and a C-spine
to rule out any head trauma

and X-rays of this left leg.

Yep.
Hartmann's is nearly through.

Do you want another litre up?
Yeah.

Hello, Lisa. Lisa? I'm Dr Campion.

Are you sure you didn't
lose consciousness at all?

Probably. I'm not sure.

Where's my boyfriend,
Brian MacPherson?

He's gone to intensive care.

Why? Is he paralysed?
No, no, no.

There's no sign of paralysis.
I examined him myself.

Why do you ask?

Because some bloody woman
pulled him from the wreck

when I TOLD her to wait for
the paramedics.

Lisa, that woman was a nurse who has
worked for this hospital

and she's also worked as
a paramedic.

Oh, God, are you saying
it's common practice

for a nurse to do what she did?

No, what I'm saying is that
if she hadn't done what she did,

then your boyfriend might be dead
next to the road right now.

She rammed a pen through his chest!

I swear to God, if Brian's in
a chair, I'm gonna sue her.

Don't think I wouldn't. I'm
a law student and I know my rights.

OK.

This should clear the catheter and
make you feel a whole lot better.

(Sighs) Oh, you're all so much
quicker at this than Lancey.

He takes forever to do anything.

Well, we might have had
a little bit more practice.

Alright, Ian, next thing
we're gonna do is take some blood

to see if you have
a urinary tract infection,

which I'm pretty sure you do.

Is that your natural hair colour?

Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.

It's just that my Jeannie's hair was
exactly the same.

Ian's wife.

I lost her suddenly... almost 40
years to the day after we first met.

How long ago did you lose her?

Uh, two years, eight months,
three weeks.

Not that anyone's counting.

What happened?

Oh, she went away on holiday
with my daughter, Nikki,

and a drunk driver
ran her off the road.

Lost 'em both.

I'm sorry.

Dan, let's get
a full blood work-up -

FBC, UEC, glucose,
glycosylated haemoglobin.

MSU?
And a PSA to monitor his prostate.

Uh, broad-spectrum IV
antibiotic cover?

Two grams ceftriaxone
until the blood results are back.

Exactly the same hair.

I'll be back soon, Ian.

Von?

What the hell is going on with this
man's carer and district nursing?

Between them both, they couldn't even
empty a catheter bag.

Well, the most recent nursing visit
didn't happen

because whoever was rostered on
called in sick.

That's why I went around there
this morning - to check.

And I guess the fact that the son
can't return your phone calls

screams volumes about...

No, what it says is that
he has a full-time job

and a life of his own to deal with.

If he's not going to look after
his father properly,

he should never have put his hand up
in the first place.

Uh, well, most carers I know
don't volunteer.

Maybe so, but it doesn't justify them
being negligent.

Look, you're supposed to be liaison
between patient and services,

so you can ring Lance again and
find out what else hasn't been done.

Doctor, if you have a problem with
the way I'm fulfilling my duties,

phone him your bloody self.

MAN: Oh, I'm sorry I took so long
getting back to you, Von.

There was no mobile reception
where we were working.

How is the landscaping business?

The boss can't keep up. He'd have us
working 24/7 if he could.

Is Dad giving you any grief?
No, he's been fine.

You know, he's been going downhill
ever since Mum and Nikki died.

Sometimes it's almost like
he goes out of his way

to make life difficult for anyone
trying to help, me especially.

Why didn't you give me a call, Dad?

Well, you said you were
coming around last night.

I had to work back. By the time I got
to your place the lights were out.

'Cause I was sick in bloody bed.

Jesus, Dad!
I am not a mind-reader, alright?

OK, boys! Now, Lance,
I want you to come with me.

I'll get some details
and we'll be back real soon, right?

I don't know. It was really sudden.

This bloody hoon just
came out of nowhere.

He must have been travelling at,
like, 100 k's an hour.

I heard this really loud music
and then just bang.

We can lose the hard collar now,
Ricky, thanks.

OK. The BP is 135/95, pulse is 120
and her temperature is 36.9.

Alright, we've got a fractured tib
and fib, with displacements.

Now, I could manipulate
and back-slab here,

but I think it's probably likely
to need pinning in theatre.

I guess that means I'll be
out of action for a while?

Well, not too long.

You've got some serious bruising
from the seatbelt, Lisa,

but no obvious internal injuries.

Oh, it's pretty sore.

Yeah, well, it's better than going
through the windshield of a car.

Is there anyone I can ring for you -
family or friends?

Um... no, they're all in Perth.

Brian and I were gonna fly over
on Friday for my mum's birthday.

Well, I'm afraid you're gonna have to
put off the celebrations for a while.

Yeah, I gathered that.

Maybe I could ring them
and suggest they wait a week.

No, I'll get onto that, Frank.
No, no. I don't mind doing it.

Thanks.

Well, his catheter bag hadn't been
emptied for 36 hours,

so the urine's backed up
and that's caused the infection.

Not even sure the bag's draining
properly, either.

Well, how does that work?
I was there half the weekend.

I emptied it last thing Sunday
night - it was draining fine.

Well, it's a long time between Sunday
night and Tuesday morning, Lance.

Well, I didn't worry about it
late last night when I got there

'cause I knew
the district nurse had been.

Yeah, well, she didn't make it.
She was sick.

What?

I phoned yesterday at lunchtime
and Dad told me she'd been.

Well, why would he say that?
Who knows? The silly old bugger.

Probably so I wouldn't come around.

Right. But he does understand
how important this is, doesn't he?

Dad can be as deaf as a post
when he wants to be, Von.

Alright. But the doctor, he took you
both through it in detail?

Well, I had my boss hassling me
on the phone to get back to work,

but I got the general idea.

Righto, before you leave today
I am going to go through it again

with the two of you.

And, listen, about his diet -

when I got there this morning

he was eating a mouldy sandwich
for breakfast.

(Sighs) Oh, you see, he...
he won't throw anything out.

And because of his eyesight
he can't see if it's gone off.

I don't know how to fix that. I...
PHONE RINGS

Sorry, I gotta take this.

Yes, Carl?

Yep, I'm sorry.
I'm still at the hospital.

But he's my dad, Carl.

Yeah... Hang on.

How soon before I can take him home?

We won't know until the blood results
and they're not back yet.

Yeah, they don't know.
They're waiting on results.

Look, Carl, I can't just bugger off.

Yeah, yeah, I understand that.

But I can't be in two places at once

and right now
I've just gotta be here.

Everything alright?
Yeah, sure. Yeah.

One problem less to worry about,
that's all.

Sorry, what were you saying?

GUNSHOT

KNOCK AT DOOR

I thought you might like a coffee.

Oh, thanks, mmm.

Yeah, thanks.

You want something else, Templeton?

I was wondering if you've been up
to see Bart?

When have I had time,
for pity's sake?

You know how busy I've been.

(Softly) I'm sorry, Ricky.

I'm sorry.

And, um... I'm sorry about
your brother.

Um, you sure you wouldn't be
better off at home?

I'm fine. I'd rather be here.

Fair enough. Well, if there's
anything I can do...

You can find out how Bart is.

That's a better output.
How are you feeling?

Oh, pretty ordinary, to be honest.

That's because your blood results
reveal you have mild hypernatremia.

Which means you're probably
dehydrated.

Ah! So, I'm thirsty.

That's right.
Anything else?

Your PSA is normal, your white cell
count confirms you have an infection

and you also have hyperkalemia.

Which means you have a raised level
of potassium.

Thank you, Dan.

And that simply might be due to
elevated glucose levels

but I want to make sure
it's nothing more serious.

Ian, are you listening?

Is Lancey coming back?

Yeah, he won't be long, mate.

(Softly) Um, they started
having a go at each other

so Von took Lance outside.

Well, I hope she's reading him
the riot act.

Ian, are you OK? Are you in pain?

No, no.

Oh, I'm sorry. I... I don't know
how much more of this I can take.

We will have this infection
cleared up in no time.

No, it's not the infection.

I miss my Jeannie and... and Nikki.

What about your son?

Oh, Lancey's got his own life
to lead.

Can't expect him
to look after me too.

No. There's no way those two need
an aged care assessment.

Oh, come on. Ian certainly needs
better care than he's getting.

And you're basing that on what?

He's dehydrated and has a UTI.
His son should have picked that up.

Well, it may look that way to you

but there are extenuating
circumstances.

If the district nurse had visited,
Ian wouldn't even be here.

And if Lance had have visited,
he wouldn't either.

But he didn't,
and he's the primary carer

and, ultimately,
it's his responsibility.

He's here now.

Yeah, and you had to phone him - what was it?
- Three times

to make that happen.

Oh, come on, Zoe.
He was at work, he was out of range.

People do have to work.

From what I overheard, it seems like
his boss sacked him today

because he came in here.

Look, Von, I'm sure there are
extenuating circumstances,

but the bottom line is I have
a patient who's being neglected

and that needs to be addressed.

I agree.

But could we please hold our aged
care assessment horses for a while?

(Sighs)

Frank?

Frank?!

(Breathes heavily)

Frank.

Frank?

Frank!

Frank, what's going on?
Has something happened to Bart?

No. Go away.
What?

Frank, slow down and talk to me.

You look like you're having
a heart attack.

Oh, you're a doctor now, are you?

Making yourself sick
will not help Bart, Frank.

So you tell me what will. Come on -
what'll make it right, hey?

What you did or didn't say to Paul
Taylor would have made no difference.

The man was going down that path
anyway.

That's what everyone says.

Hey, I am talking to you.
Conversation's over.

Bullshit it is. Frank, stand still
and listen to me for one minute.

Now, you have been traumatised.

If you're not gonna talk to me
about it

then, for Christ's sake,
talk to someone.

Mind your own bloody business.

It is my business if it looks like

the head of Emergency is about
to drop dead on us.

Even the toughest bulls get spooked
in a thunderstorm, Frank.

I've seen strong animals
up to their neck in mud, Frank.

We're not talking about cattle,
you stupid tonk.

We're talking about our intern, who
is fighting for his life in ICU...

Well, I'm talking about you.

..whose injuries -
should he survive them -

will probably spell
the end of his career.

Frank, lis...

So you can stick your homespun
philosophy up your arse, Jaeger,

'cause I'm not listening.

Oh, now I get it -

you staged that accident this morning
just to meet me

and now you're stalking me, right?

(Laughs) In your dreams.

So, you're here because...?

To give you this.

Lisa refused it.

Wouldn't want you getting in any
trouble on my account.

So you weren't worried that
you'd be the one in trouble?

What, me? Trouble?
(Both laugh)

Clear, base.

WOMAN ON RADIO: 2-vehicle MVA,

corner of Cornell and Corban
streets, Grandler.

Copy that, base.

Uh, sorry, I gotta go.
Yeah.

Thanks.

We're outta here, Jess. Come on.

It was fun working with you, Mac.
We should do it again some time.

Yeah.

(Laughs)

How's that?
Yeah, that's better, thanks.

So once you, um, strap that on,
will I be able to go home?

No, you'll still have to go
to theatre.

The bones have to be pinned.
This is just a temporary measure.

Oh, God, I hate crutches.

I used to have them when I was...

Are you feeling OK, Lisa?
My... my chest hurts.

OK. Pulse is rapid and irregular.

I'll get her on oxygen.

Can you describe the pain?
Um, it's sort of crushing.

Do you want an ECG?
Yeah.

And another chest X-ray urgently

and repeat cardiac enzymes
and observations.

What's happening to me?
I'll get onto Radiology.

We're not sure yet.
Please don't let me die.

This will help with your breathing,
Lisa.

Five milligrams morphine.
Get onto the cardiologists.

And how often should
the catheter bag be emptied?

Preferably every six to eight hours.

It certainly shouldn't be left
for 24 hours.

And what does very dark urine
suggest?

That Dad's not drinking enough.

And cloudy?
Could be the sign of an infection.

And what's a reasonable output
per hour?

50 to 60 mils.

Good. Now, they're the main things
for you to know.

That means for both of us, Dad.

What's that supposed to mean?

That you've developed
a very selective memory...

Oh, piss off!

Settle down.
Oh, don't tell me what to do.

Dad, you can't talk to him
like that!

OK. That is enough, both of you.

Please, come with me.

And you might like to speak
to your patient.

See? I try to help him,
but you've seen what he's like.

He keeps pushing my buttons.

Do you have anyone else in your life,
Lance?

Yeah, yeah, Cheryl, my girlfriend.

And what does she think
about all of this?

She's pretty good.
We haven't been together that long.

And she never knew Dad
before the accident,

when he was strong
and fun to be around, you know?

And now it's cost you your job.

Oh, there's plenty of work around.

I feel like I've gone from son
to carer to jailer, Von.

I mean, I don't want to be
Dad's nurse.

I just want to be his son again.

Listen. Do you think it's time
to review his living arrangements?

Well, what are you suggesting?
Assisted care.

It may mean a better quality of life
for the two of you.

Oh, you can't be serious?

I could look for a place for you.
There are good ones out there.

That'd kill Dad.

You know, the day they wouldn't
renew his driver's licence,

I swear, he just shrank.

It was like suddenly even his
clothes didn't fit him.

You see, all he's got left
to hold on to

is that he's still king
in his own home.

No-one likes losing
their independence.

Where do you reckon your pain's at,
on a scale from 1 to 10?

Eight. Maybe nine.

Alright. I'll have a chat
to the intensivist.

We'll get that sorted out.
Thank you.

Where's Dr Campion?

Bart, um, Dr Campion is downstairs.
He's pretty busy, you know?

He was here before
but you were asleep.

(Groans and breathes heavily)

Why don't you try and get some rest.

I'll go and get your pain relief
sorted out.

Dr Hughes.

My right arm feels really weak.

Well, uh... I mean, it would be
normal for you to feel weak all over.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Bart, it's too early to be...
Where's Dr Campion?

He'll be up as soon as he can.

(Exhales) Am I having
a heart attack?

I don't think so.

Your ECG looks fairly normal.

And your X-ray didn't reveal any
abnormalities either.

FRANK: Mmm.

Let's do serial ECGs
and chase up that cardiologist.

Yep. I'll do that.

Lisa's path results.

CKs are elevated.
What's going on?

Well, it looks like your heart muscle
may have suffered some trauma

from the seatbelt you were wearing.

That's bad.
No, no. It should resolve itself.

But we'll do a few tests
to make sure.

And if everything's OK,

we'll whip you up to theatre
and get your leg pinned.

Dr Campion, can I have a word,
please?

Not now.
It's important.

Come on, spit it out. What is it?

Vincent telephoned
and Bart's asking for you again.

OK. Thank you.

No. He said it's important.

And I'm busy. I will come when I can.
Now, piss off.

Ricky?

Ricky?

(Ricky sobs)

(Cries)
Hey.

Come on.
It's time for you to go home.

Come on. Yep.

Who let you in, McMasters?

I still have a few friends
in high places, Frank.

I doubt it.

I hope you haven't come back
looking for a job.

Oh, well, if I was, you wouldn't be
the first to know, Frank.

I've come to check on Brian and
Lisa, if that's alright with you.

Be my guest. Brian's in ICU.

Lisa's in...
Lisa's in Resus.

GABRIELLE: Cate!
LISA: What are you doing here?

I came to check on you and Brian,
see how you're going.

Uh, yeah, no, we're fine,
no thanks to you.

(Sighs) You're so lucky.

You wouldn't have a legal leg to
stand on if I took you to court.

Lisa is a law student.

Mmm, and I... I know about
the Good Samaritan Act

and I know that what you did was
outside of your code of practice.

Well, no.

For the Good Samaritan Act to apply,

Cate would have had to act
out of negligence.

But she didn't do that, she used her
clinical judgment to save a life.

Can we just get this over
and done with, please?

Yes, well, I'm glad to see
you're feeling better, Lisa.

Huh.

Some people would rather choke
than apologise, wouldn't they?

Did you broach aged care with Lance?

Yes. Zo, it's not an option.

And neither is having Lance
as Ian's primary carer.

Now what are you basing that on?

(Sighs) If Lance knew what he was
doing, his father wouldn't be here.

Well, exactly my point.

This is about ignorance,
it's not about negligence.

Yeah, well, tell that to his father.

No, tell it to both of them.

Look, I know what
they're going through

and they don't need to be assessed
or separated.

And what are you basing that on?
Experience. I was a carer.

And I lost a patient
because her carer was negligent.

I can't have that happen again, Von.

(Exhales deeply)

(Softly) Yeah.

OK, so...

..what do you propose we do?

We need a plan of action.

So, when it comes to fluids...

Plenty of water,
definitely no soft drinks.

Oh, you've got to let the odd one
go through to the keeper

every now and then.

You've got diabetes, Dad.
This isn't a game.

Yeah, but it doesn't have to be
the end of the world.

The occasional lemonade's
not gonna kill a man.

What's the point of me being here
if you won't take this seriously?

Oh, don't raise your
bloody voice at me.

I'm not the idiot
who called you in here.

This is just a waste of time.
VON: OK. That's enough.

Look, it's easy.

I can solve this with
one simple phone call.

Now, do you want me
to get FST involved?

Oh, what the bloody hell's FST?

It's an aged care division of ACAT,
only less sympathetic.

They'd take one look
at the way you two carry on

and sign you straight into
a nursing home.

Oh, they couldn't do that.
Could they?

Of course they could.
Against my will?

And there isn't a damn thing either
of you two could do to stop it.

Thank you.

Last time I looked, this was
my office, that was my desk,

and I am not seeing visitors,
thank you.

Frank, Cate needs references
from us both.

I'd understand if you're not
prepared to give me one, Frank.

I'll just have to go with
Gabrielle's.

She's thinking of rejoining
the Ambulance Service.

Lowering their standards, are they?

(Scoffs) You know, that's brutal,
even coming from you, Frank.

You know what? You're right.
I had it coming.

I'm big enough to admit that

but I'm also big enough to say
that I'm sorry.

If that's not good enough for you,
then I don't want your help.

See you later, Gabrielle.

What now?

Do you know, it seems to me

you have more time for the
strangers that come in here

than for the people
who care about you.

Bart's starting to freak out.

I keep telling him that Frank's
just downstairs and he's really busy

but I don't know how much longer
I can hold him off.

Thanks for calling me.

(Bart grunts)

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Steady on.

Is Dr Campion alright?
Yeah, yeah. He's fine. He's fine.

You're lying.
Why would I do that, Bart?

Come on, just relax for us. Relax.

OK.

That's the way.

Look, I don't care what you have to
do, just get him up here, please.

OK. Now, you boys have had time to
chat. What have you decided?

Well, we're gonna lift our game.

We're gonna do whatever it takes.

Ian?

Yeah. Well, whatever Lancey decides,
I'll go along with.

About bloody time.
(Laughs)

And I haven't mentioned this
to Dad yet,

but just to make everybody happy,
why don't I move in for a while?

You know, just until
we get this sorted

and you don't need the catheter
anymore.

Well, what about your job?

I... got sick of it,

told the boss where to
toast-and-jam it.

Oh, yeah, hmm.

Oh, well, if it's only for a while.

Well, just until
you get sick of me, OK?

(Laughs)
We'll leave you to it, huh?

So, what's all this bullshit
about ACAT?

They wouldn't kick Ian out of
his home and you know it.

ZOE AND VON: Yeah.

So, what does FST stand for?

Family Scare Tactics.

Oh!

There you are.
Evie! When did you get back?

Oh, God, I've missed you.

I've missed you.

I missed you too.

Come on, walk with me.

Come on.

What's going on, Frank?

Why haven't you been to see him?

Evie, I run the ED. I can't just
waltz out at the drop of a hat.

Come on, this is Bart
we're talking about.

You're his mentor. He adores you.

Yes, and the department's very busy

and I have obligations
to other patients.

Right, which is why you're outside,
talking to me.

There's a badly broken boy
up in ICU who needs you, Frank.

I think there could be one
down here too.

Oh, come on, don't talk rubbish.

Well, then stop pretending
that Bart isn't important to you

and go and speak to him.

I... (Sighs)
It could do you both some good.

I can't. I can't. I've tried.
I just can't do it.

Why not?

Because...

He needs you.

SIREN WAILS

GABRIELLE: Yeah, well,
as far as I know,

Von cared for both her mother
and her sister before they died.

(Sighs) I should have done things
differently.

Instead of going for it like a...
Like a bull at a gate?

It reminds me of someone
I share an office with.

KNOCK AT DOOR
Come in.

Oh, sorry. Have you seen Frank?

No. Listen, Von. Von, come in.
We all need to take a load off.

Please, sit down.

Von, I'm really sorry about today.

Oh, it's been a bugger of a couple
of days all round, for all of us.

Yep.
How about some Merlot? Anyone?

Count me in.
Marvellous.

Aren't you worried Frank's gonna
find your little hidey-hole?

Please. Have you ever seen that man
go anywhere near a filing cabinet?

(Chuckles)

How's Bart?

It's a waiting game.

I, of course, was the one who told
him to go into the consult room.

Oh, Von, you were not to know
that Paul Taylor had a gun.

Uh-uh. It doesn't make me feel
any better, though.

Oh, good God. Give it to me.
A girl could die of thirst.

(Laughs)

Ah!
CORK POPS

Bingo.
See!

Nicely done.
Yeah, there's a skill.

It's all in the wrists.

Alright, kids, let us not be stingy.

There is plenty more
where this came from.

Thanks.
Great.

Cheers, girls.
(Cheers)

Dr Campion.

Hello, mate.

Sorry I couldn't come up sooner.

I'm scared, Dr Campion.

Yeah, I know, Homer, I know.

Am... am I gonna be alright?

Well, there's some cerebral edema.

The truth is, we won't know if
there's any neurological damage

until that's settled down.

Do you understand?

But I'm here for you, Homer,

every step of the way.

You get some sleep.

I'll be here when you wake up.