All language subtitles for All.Saints.S10E13 - Balancing Act.en

Well, there's the antechinus.
I've never heard of it.

It's a native marsupial mouse

that goes into this mating frenzy
for 10 days every year

and then the male dies
of stress-related illness.

What's the evolutionary point
of the male dying after sex?

I can't even begin to imagine, Dan.

This is Bradley Douglas -

required assistance after sustaining
a degloving injury to the penis.

Alright, acute three, thanks, Bree.
Is the skin still attached?

Can't get a good look at it.

Blood loss is also
impossible to assess.

The penis was erect at the time...
You have to cut it off?

Of course not, Brad.
They told you that already.

I'll just get you a doctor

and then we'll do something
about that pain, OK?

Thank you.

Bart, Bart.
I'm here.

Young woman with acute abdo pain.

It came on two hours ago for
no apparent reason. Can you see her?

Sure. Abdo pain.
Aha.

Been escalating since it started.
No vomiting or diarrhoea.

Hi. I'm Dr West. Erica said
you had pain in your stomach.

Can you describe
the pain for me, Helen?

It's with an 'E'.
It's Helene, not Helen.

Oh, my mistake.

Now, the pain...

It's like bad cramps.
Comes and goes.

Can you show me
exactly where it hurts?

Here where I'm holding it.

I'm going to need
to have a feel of that.

Here, let me take that, Helene.

BP?
135 on 80.

The heart's been racing at 110.

Try to relax, darling.

He has stress attacks.

Half my dick is missing -
of course I'm bloody stressed.

Hey, it's gonna be OK.
Where are you going?

The kids. I'll see
if Mum can take them.

(Kisses) I'll be back soon.

(Clears throat) How'd it happen?

Incorrect removal of a sexual device.

Love hurts.

Indeed.

When did you last open your bowels?

What?

It's important that we know.
You could have an obstruction.

Last night.

Does it hurt when I press here?

What about here?

Ow!

OK, we'll organise
some pain relief, Helen. Er, Helene.

Um, just lie back
and breathe in for me.

And out.

(Exhales)

And again.

Ah, in...

..and out.

(Exhales)

OK, we'll need a urine sample,

rule out pregnancy.

ECG and abdo X-ray.

I'm not pregnant.
No, it's just routine.

And we need bloods, FBC, UEC, LFTs.

Can you add a beta HCG for me?

(Sighs heavily)

I'll be back.

Is he alright?

Yeah. Sure he is.

(Groans softly)
Brad, please.

Sorry.

What was the rush to take it off?

M-my kids were fighting.
They were banging on the door.

I thought they were
going to come in, you know.

You need help?

Not quite sure
what we're dealing with yet.

Sorry.

We can arrange for a male doctor
to attend to you if you prefer.

No, no, no. I'm... Women are fine.

I'm happy with a woman doctor...

It's a bit of a mess down there.

Right, well there doesn't appear
to be any damage to the scrotum.

Not a complete divulsion either.

The skin's still attached to the flap
at the coronal sulcus.

Coronal sulcus -
isn't that a part of the brain?

It's also a part of the penis.

OK, well, I'd say a couple of sutures

will put everything
back in place, Brad.

Can we clean this up, Dan?
Yeah.

It's OK. We'll anaesthetise the area
before anyone touches anything.

And I promise to be gentle.

(Sighs) A cock ring...

How's the catch up going?

Coping with your shifts
and your course work?

Yeah.
OK.

Dr Everleigh, could I get
your opinion on a patient?

Sure. What have you got?

A woman in Subacute.

Helene with an 'E'
with the abdo pain.

ECG's normal so it's unlikely
to be cardiac-related.

No detectable masses.

Lung fields are clear.
No cardiomegaly.

Abdo X-ray rules out a triple A.

Could be atypical appendicitis,
renal calculi,

cholecystitis, pancreatitis.

Have I managed to cover everything?

Very thorough.

I guess I'll just wait
for the bloods.

And send her for an ultrasound.

Ultrasound, yeah, of course.

Good man.

The things men do
for performance, hey?

Well, we don't know it was his idea.
It could've been the wife's.

True.

Look, I have been meaning
to catch up with you

and ask you how it's all going.

Work, baby, you know -
the whole juggling act.

It's fine, thank you.
Good.

Cleaned him up as best I could.

Alright, can you set up
the suturing for me, please, Dan?

Wouldn't you check for
urethral damage before you sutured?

Yeah, and if the urinalysis shows
the injury's more than superficial,

I'll get a surgical consult.

Do we have that urine specimen yet?
Yeah.

He's a bit reluctant.
I can see his point.

You'll send him for a urethrogram
if he can't produce a sample.

Yep.

Will you explain that to him, Dan?
Yeah.

Oh, he's looking
for his wife as well.

Have Von call,
see if she's coming back.

Uh-huh.

How's the pain?

Morphine dulled it initially
but she says it's come back.

Bart's reluctant to top it up
and risk masking her symptoms.

She's Homer's patient?
I'm just giving him a hand.

She says she hasn't eaten anything
unusual in the last 24 hours

so food's unlikely to be a trigger.

Right. Has he tried her
on an antispasmodic?

I'm not sure.
I'll find out.

Thanks, Frank.

Hello, there.

I'd like another doctor, please.
Why?

I'll be right back.

What the bloody hell
do you think you're doing?

I thought you said
you were looking after yourself.

I am. I exercise, eat regular meals.

You're not popping any extra
pain pills to get you through?

I take them according
to Dr Hughes's orders. Exactly.

So how come you were asleep
on a patient's bed?

I did a shift
in Cardiology last night.

The intern on rotation had the flu.

And then you thought you'd follow
it up with another shift in the ED?

I really thought I'd be OK.
Bart, I thought we had this settled.

I'm the one
supervising your rotations.

Not you. Not anyone else.

Sorry, Dr Campion.

Go and find a consult room
and get some sleep.

I can't.

You want me to send you home?
No, Dr Campion.

I've got patients I need to see.
Not anymore.

I don't wanna see you
till this afternoon.

You better be bright-eyed
and bushy-tailed. Got it?

Yep.

Your urine test results
have come back positive for blood.

Ok. That's bad, isn't it?

It could be due
to something minor,

or perhaps the result
of something more serious.

I'd like to do a scan
of the soft tissue

to get a full picture
of what's happening.

Listen, doctor, I just have to know
if it's gonna work again or not.

Well, you may need an operation
to repair the urethral damage,

and you'll be out of action
for a few weeks at least,

but I'd expect you to regain
full sexual function.

(Sighs) Well, um,
I can live with that. Thank you.

Listen, I wasn't wearing a cock ring

because I can't get it up,
if that's what you're thinking.

(Snorts) We weren't thinking that.

I'm a, uh, twice-a-day guy.
(Both laugh)

I'll get the scan organised.

Actually, it was one of
my wife's little surprises.

Really?
Yeah, she likes to, um...

..quality-test the merchandise.

What does that mean?
She sells them.

Party plan. Started with lingerie
and moved on to sex toys and...

..guess who the bunny is
that gets to do the road-testing?

Well, there are worse jobs
in the world.

Up until today,
I would've agreed with you.

Hi. There we go.
Thanks, Gabrielle.

Hi.

Sorry I took so long.
So, are the kids OK?

Yeah, yeah.
Mum's spoiling them as we speak.

What about you?
Well, I am, uh, fixable, apparently.

(Sighs) We need to get that bloody
lock on the bedroom door fixed.

Not for a while we won't -
doctor's orders.

Oh.

I'm sorry.
No need to be sorry, you big duffer.

(Patient groans)
You paged me?

Yeah. Blunt abdominal trauma.

He was crushed
under some earthmoving gear.

How long was he trapped for?

Rescue had him out
in under 10 minutes.

Later, Mick.
Thanks. See you.

BREE: Mick?
Jaeger, Jagger. Thinks he's funny.

VINCENT: Breathe in for me.

It's good air entry.
Did I piss myself?

Mate, even if you did,
don't worry about that now, OK?

(Gasps)
Let's get ready to roll him, folks.

Rebound tenderness. I think
there's some rock in his pelvis.

Make sure you've stabilised
the pelvis before you do anything.

We will, Frank.
OK, nice and easy.

What kind of gear were you using,
Zeb? An excavator or a bobcat?

It was an excavator.
I'd just finished paying it off.

Support that leg.

God, is that mine? Am I bleeding?

It's alright. We have got this
under control. Frank?

I'll need a full set of bloods, plus
coags, group, hold and cross-match.

And he'll need an IDC.
Yep.

OK. I'll phone CT,
tell them we need an urgent scan.

I don't reckon we've got time
for a trip to radiology.

And put another cannular in.
We need more IV access.

Get two units of O-neg blood.
Mm-hm. Erica?

Alright. What've we got?
Active heavy PR bleeding.

I'm guessing a peritoneal cavity
full of blood.

Right, folks. Let's get him off
to theatre.

OK. We don't need both of you there.
OK.

Jack, where you going?
You said it won't need both of us.

No, uh, Vincent. Take a break, huh?

JACK: Getting my transport monitor?
GABRIELLE: Got it.

You heading up?

No, actually.

I think I'm on detention
for arguing with Principal Vlasek.

Stripped of your prefect's badge,
Vinnie? That's not like you.

He doesn't like to be argued with.
Neither do you.

You know how to get Mike
off your case for good?

How?
Just be him. Be a consultant.

Face it, he's not doing anything you
can't, or you haven't done before.

I know. I thought about it.
I just...

Well, you should.

Uh, just wait here.

Brad the ward clerk
got onto Mr Douglas's wife, Rachel.

She's here now.

Who?
His wife, Rachel.

His wife's already here. And her
name isn't Rachel, it's Fiona.

She went up to radiology with him.

Well, Rachel seems pretty convinced
she's married to Bradley Douglas.

Well, we should sort this out, then.

Rachel. This is Dr Beaumont.
She's looking after your husband.

Hi.

Hi. I wasn't expecting him home
until Friday. What's wrong, exactly?

Where is he?
He's having tests at the moment.

Would you like to come with me while
we wait, and I'll get some details.

This way.
Won't be long.

There must be a mistake.
Could be.

Mrs Douglas?

Stanton. I didn't take Brad's name.

Right, well, we've still
got to do a couple of tests on Brad,

and they'll probably take a while.

So if you wanna go and get a coffee,

we'll call you
as soon as they're finished.

Go. There's no point
both of us hanging around.

(Sighs) I could do with a coffee.

I won't be far away.
Cool.

See you soon. Come on through.

OK.

Right. You want to scoot up
on the bed?

Yeah. Um, what are these tests
that you're talking about?

Oh, Brad. Look, there are
two files in your name.

Identical medical history. The only
difference is the, uh, home address.

And, the, um...

..the next of kin.

This one lists a woman
called Rachel Douglas as your wife?

Fiona is my wife.

Yeah. Look, this other woman
has just turned up at this hospital.

She seems to know
an awful lot about you.

She's described you,
she's got your date of birth right.

Well, sorry, I don't know her.

OK. Look, I know this is silly.

Would you mind
if this other Mrs Douglas

popped her head in, just to check?

Are you serious?

Look, you're well within
your rights to refuse.

This woman is very upset. If we could
show her that you're not her husband.

Um... OK, yeah. Bring her in.

Great.
Uh, listen. Um...

..would you just mind making sure
that Fiona doesn't come back?

Why would that be a problem?

Look, um, Fiona is my first wife.

But Rachel is my second wife.

Right...

..but you obviously
still stay in contact with Fiona

for product testing.

And Rachel doesn't know?

Uh, Rachel thinks I'm in India.

Mr Douglas, I'm sorry.
We're not following you here.

I'm, um, married to both of them.

SIRENS WAIL

Has the pain settled down now that
we've given you the medication?

Yeah.

How long till I can have a drink?
My mouth tastes like kitty litter.

We're still not sure
if you need to go to theatre,

so it's important we keep you
nil by mouth for now.

OK. Well, I can get you some
mouth wash to rinse, if you like.

Mmm.
Yep?

Your pain seems to be caused
by spasms in the gut.

Now, can you think of anything
that might be a trigger?

Maybe something that you've eaten?

Like chilli?
Spicy foods could do it.

I don't eat chilli.

Anything like that, really.
Just plain, normal food.

Too much, sometimes.

What did you have for breakfast
this morning?

Coffee.
Are you on a diet?

Sort of.
I'm careful about what I eat.

I'm off wheat at the moment.

Ah! Now, Miss Kovich.
Uh, where were we?

I'm Dr Campion,
the Head of Emergency Medicine.

Sorry, I didn't have time
to introduce myself before.

Maybe we could get someone
to chase up that ultrasound report?

I know why you're here. That doctor
was asleep. I could sue, you know.

Yes, well,
interns work very long hours,

sometimes 20 or 30 straight.

And just when they need a sleep,
an ambulance comes in.

Although it looks to me like Dr West

has been extremely thorough
with your assessment.

Not right, though, is it?

Why don't we concentrate on finding
out what's wrong with you first, eh?

MACHINE BEEPS

MIKE: So, how are you feeling
flying solo on this, eh?

Good. Just one thing...

Vincent is a mate
and he's a good doctor.

So whatever's going on
between the two of you, I just...

What makes you think
there's something going on?

I just don't want to have to
take sides, that's all.

Point noted.
But you're quite right.

Staying out of it
is definitely your best option.

Page me if you need me.

(Groans)
It's OK.

(Continues to groan)
Frank?

Frank, come here.

Pain's come back, has it?
Worse.

Is it in the same place?
Mm-hm.

Has she had pain relief?

And an anti-spasmodic,
which seemed to be working.

But not now, eh? OK. Everleigh?

Why don't we know
what's wrong with Miss Kovich?

Uh, bloods, X-ray, ultrasound -
all N.A.D.

Right, well, find out
what she's not telling us

and get a CT scan, will you?

Sure.

How come there are two files?

Well, apparently he did his ankle
a couple of years ago

and Rachel came in
and she filled out all the forms

and he said he'd forgotten
all about it.

So he just jumps
from one wife to the next?

One for one week,
one for the next week?

You'd need a good memory.
And be a good liar.

And in case anyone
apart from me is worried,

yes, it is illegal but apparently
we're not obliged to report it.

But what we are obliged to do,

whether we find it distasteful
or not, Charlotte,

is to respect the patient's wishes.

So we lie to both of his wives
for him.

Elegantly put, Dan.
I presume we're keeping them apart.

Well, Von's got Fiona outside
and Rachel is in your office.

Good.

Still, they'd have to think that
something was odd, wouldn't they?

Both the wives?

It works, Dan, because you assume
your partner's not lying to you.

Yeah, but there's lies
and there's lies

and sometimes you know
your partner's lying

but it's about nothing important
so you just let it slide.

If Spence lies to me

he'll get a clip behind the ear
and he knows that.

I wish I lived in your world.

What does that mean?

Oh.

We can't keep them apart forever,
Frank.

Watch and learn, pal.
Watch and learn.

Ah, Mrs Douglas. I'm Frank Campion,
Head of Emergency Medicine.

You're here to see your husband?

Yes. No-one's told me
what's happened.

I'm afraid we can't
divulge details over the phone.

I'm here now,
so what's wrong with him?

He's suffered an injury
to his pelvic region.

Oh, God. What sort of injury?

We're running tests to determine
the details of that.

So he's not badly injured, then?

Oh, no. It's not a major problem.
No, no, no, no.

Well, how did it happen?

We don't have all the details,
do we, Dan?

Ah, no, Dr Campion, we haven't.

Dan's been looking after
your husband.

Yes, I have.

Then I'd like to see him.
Yes, of course.

And under normal circumstances
I'd have you straight in there

but we're using a kind
of atmospheric antibiotic

on your husband's injury.

So does he have an infection?

The blood tests we're running
will determine that.

We're using the antibiotic
as a precaution.

OK, so how does it work?

It's delivered through the air

and it's received
through the skin of the patient.

It's less invasive
and much more effective, we find.

Unfortunately,
while the treatment's going on,

Brad will need to be
completely isolated.

OK.

But don't worry -
once the treatment is finished

I assure you you will be
the very first to see him.

So, I'll leave you
in Dan's very capable hands.

Of course we want you
to see your husband, Miss Stanton.

And as soon as the treatment's over,

you will be the first
to do just that.

Well, can't you just
put me in a gown and mask?

I'm afraid that's not going to
do the trick on this one.

Well, isn't that
what you're gonna be doing?

Yes...

Bradley gets very anxious.
He needs a friendly face in there.

Yes, although strangely enough,

in my experience
patients in Bradley's position

usually benefit
from a kind of anonymous treatment.

It allows them to do and say
whatever they need

to get through the thing.

I'm his wife! He's not gonna
get embarrassed in front of me.

No, of course not.
You know him much better than we do.

But I have been in the game
over 30 years

and I'm giving you
my professional opinion.

You can take it or leave it,
of course.

What do you think?

Dr Campion...
knows what he's talking about.

(Sighs) You'll keep me informed.
Yes, of course.

And as soon as he's ready
to see you, I'll let you know.

You're on surveillance. Whatever
you do, keep her away from the E.D.

No, I've got a job.
Yes, it's called 'patient liaison'.

Can you think of a patient who needs
more liaising than this bastard?

I don't care what you do.
Buy her a bloody banana smoothie.

Just keep her here
as long as you can.

Frank.

'Patient liaison' - it just
doesn't have an entertainment budget.

(Sighs) Strike me dead!

There.
Oh, Frank.

I met Rachel and it was incredible.

I just fell completely,
stupidly in love.

And I thought that my feelings for
Fiona would go away, but they didn't.

So you love them both.
Yeah, I do. Equally.

I don't think I could do that.

Yeah, well, I don't think
it's for everyone.

I'm just... I'm different. I'm lucky.

OK, so you love her.
Then why marry Rachel?

You're breaking the law.

What - you think I should've kept it
as a bit on the side?

No. No, no, no. Well, it's what
most men would've done.

It's not an affair, mate. It's love.

Mm-hm.

You know, Rachel wanted
a big wedding.

She wanted a garden and flowers
and lots of mates,

and I wanted to give that to her.

It sounds like you're romantic.

Well, maybe I am.

Fiona is strong when I need that
and Rachel is... she's soft.

And she needs me. It's perfect.

For you.

I don't expect everyone
to understand,

but I actually do love them both.

Hm, well, I'm sure they'll
both appreciate hearing it

when they finally meet up.

Yeah, well, they're not gonna
meet up, are they?

Well, we can't keep making up
excuses forever, mate.

Brad, what's up?
You right?

My heart feels like
it's in my throat or something.

You're heart's
gone into abnormal rhythm, Brad.

It's just beating faster
than normal.

Just try and slow down
your breathing. BP's 105 on 60.

Is this like a heart attack or what?

No, probably just an anxiety attack,
Brad. It's OK.

C-c-could you get Fiona
a-a-and get Rachel.

No, get Rachel and get Fiona.

Let's just try
and sort you out first

before you worry about
which wife you're going see, OK?

Let's go to 12-80 CG.
Yeah.

Right - unfortunately
our tests so far

haven't given us the results
we'd hoped for.

Whatever the underlying problem,

I'm confident that it's your
gut spasm that's causing the pain.

Could throwing up cause this?

Yeah. Have you
been throwing up lately?

No, but I used to.

Did you have an eating disorder,
Helene?

I was bulimic years ago.

Five years ago.

Is that why you're so conscious
about your breath?

Yeah.

Well, repeated vomiting can affect
normal movement of the gut,

but it's unlikely to be the cause
of your present problem.

(Grunts in pain)

I'm going to get a surgeon
to take a look at you.

Good. I'm going to get you
a heat pack for the pain.

I'll be back in a sec, OK?

(Moans in pain)

MONITOR BEEPS

ECG confirms SVT with no underlying
cardiac abnormalities.

He's haemodynamically stable.
We could try vagal manoeuvres.

Could you please tell me
what you're talking about?

Brad, for some reason
your heart rate has been sped up

by an abnormal electrical impulse.

It's beating so fast

that the heart muscle
can't relax between contractions.

So your brain's not receiving
enough blood and oxygen, Brad.

That's why you feel dizzy.

There are methods we can use to get
the heart back to a normal beat.

Right. Dan's going to
put this to your lips.

I want you to try and blow into it.

It stimulates a response
which can slow down the heart rate.

That doesn't seem to be working.

Right. Next we try bearing down.
Like you're going to the toilet.

And due to your injuries
this could be painful.

So let us know if it's too much, OK?

No, no. That - that - that hurts.

OK. Stop that.

Carotid massage.
Yep.

Brad - just to let you know,

we've got your wives
at opposite ends of the hospital.

Thank you.

But listen, mate, we can't
keep this up indefinitely.

Frank, stop talking about
the wives meeting up.

Last time we mentioned it
he went into SVT.

Oh, right. Dan, we might need
some ice and a big bucket.

Why?

If this doesn't work

we might have to try plunging
your head into freezing water.

Homer.

Bit hard to wake up.
I was dead to the world.

Don't you bullshit me.
I told you to go to sleep.

I had a couple of coffees
and a walk around. I feel fine.

Coffee is not the same as sleep,
you goose.

I just need more hours in the day.

Well, I'm very sorry
I can't arrange that.

What's going on?
I can handle it.

Homer!

Dr Aldridge wants me
to do these extra cases

before he'll sign off
on my portfolio.

Oh, is that what Dick wants?

He's probably right.
I do need the extra revision.

I don't mind.

And if you did mind
you wouldn't pass the rotation.

I presume these are cases that
Dick doesn't have to do himself.

I'm not complaining, Dr Campion.

No, I'll bet you're not.

Don't you say anything!

Homer, would I interfere in another
head of department's business?

Please.

Well, y-y-y...

I don't appreciate
being summonsed, Frank.

If Bart West has a problem,
let him come and see me directly.

Bart doesn't have a problem.

I'm just a wee bit curious about
these extra cases he's been doing.

I thought he could use
some extra revision, Frank.

Let's face it - he needs it.

There's a damn good reason
why he's behind and you know it.

Yes, I know. It's tragic.

But I think you'll agree
we can't allow personal issues

to become an excuse for
lowering our professional standard.

And so I take it
the other interns are benefiting

from this 'revision' as well,
are they?

It's voluntary, Frank, I assure you.

Oh, I'm damn sure
that's the way you sell it to them.

And let's face it - they're
so desperate to pass their rotation,

nobody's going to question
why they're working twice as much

just so their consultant
can work half as much.

Is this over?

I'll tell you what's over.
Dr West's "extra revision" is over.

And if I hear that you've been
blackmailing any other interns

in a like manner,

you might find that
your own professional standards

take a wee bit of a dip.

Because my boot will be
fair up your date, Dick!

Rectal wall is a mess. Suction.

Suction.

Good. That's better.

Sponges.
Sponge.

How are you doing in here?

Lacerated left iliac vein.

We have a horizontal tear
across the dome of the bladder.

Clamp.

Clamps.

Now, the patient
is still haemorrhaging,

which means he must be bleeding
from somewhere else.

So we need to locate the source.

You want me to scrub up?

No, no. I've got it.

OK. Well, as long as you got it.
Yeah.

Hey!

Vincent, you know the only reason
I'm standing here is because of you.

I told Mike that.

I appreciate that, Jack, but you're
the reason you're standing there.

Not me.

Carotid massage isn't working.

Ice bucket it is.

I'm sorry, Brad.

Isn't there like a drug
you can give me or something?

There are drugs
but they have nasty side effects,

so we prefer to try
these methods first.

Alright, I'm going to
have to peg your nose shut.

Rachel.

What are you doing to him?

Ah! This is Brad's wife, Rachel.

She can't stay long, of course,

'cause we have that
very important female consultant

coming in who can't have
any visitors when she's here.

I thought he had a pelvic injury.

Ah. Here you are.

Why didn't you come and get me?

We were just waiting
for the antibiotic to take.

Ah, good. Good.
What's happening?

Listen, it's nothing major.
Just... it's gonna be OK, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah. As long as
we get onto treating it soon.

You should really just let them
do what they've got to do.

I don't want to leave you.

I don't want you to leave either.
Just... just five minutes, OK?

Please?

Alright. Five minutes,
then I'll be right back.

It's really not as serious
as it seems.

Gabrielle, I'm just taking
Mrs Douglas down to a consult room.

Very busy, actually,
the consult rooms at the moment.

Are they?

Ah! Dr Everleigh.

I'm sorry. I just have to have
a word with Dr Everleigh.

It won't take a moment.
Dr Everleigh. Mrs Douglas.

How's our patient going
with the stomach cramps?

The ultrasound
was totally unremarkable, Frank.

Good. Good, good, good.

I still think we need to investigate
a dietary connection.

Excellent. Excellent.

I've cleared one of those
consult rooms for you.

Keep up the good work.
Come this way.

What have I done to deserve this?

OK. One, two, three.

It's OK, honey. I'm here.

And up.

Oh, geez.

Towel.

Hey, maybe you should ring your mum

and say we're gonna be longer
than we thought, yeah?

Oh, she's not gonna care.

Fi, please, look. She looks after
the kids enough as it is.

Don't be silly.
Please.

OK. I'll call her.
Thanks.

There's a phone in the consult room.
Great.

Which isn't working.

It's alright.
I'll just use my mobile outside.

Honey, I won't be long.

No luck, Brad. You're still an SVT.

What is the problem?
What's so wrong with this drug?

Well, it's called 'impending doom',

which is exactly how
it's gonna make you feel.

It's not gonna
make your day any better.

It's not gonna make my day any worse.

Here's Rachel.

Hi! Angel!

That was a quick five minutes.

So I thought I'd surprise you
and cut my trip short.

Well, I don't like
this kind of surprise.

Is your heart alright?

Well, it's all to do with stress,
if you can believe that.

And what about the accident
to your pelvis?

Well, it's the weirdest story.

See, my luggage ends up in Barcelona,
so I thought I'd stop at Market Town

to get some clothes.

But you have clothes at home.

Yeah, I didn't want to arrive home
all crumpled after the flight.

So, anyway, look, I'm in the change
room and trying on these jeans

and suddenly the fire alarm goes off.

(Chuckles) And all I can think of is,
"Get the hell out of there!"

So I'm trying to squeeze into
the jeans and... and that's when...

(Whistles)

The old, ah, zipper, got caught.

Oh, God, that's awful! Let me see.

ALL: No!

Not right now, angel.

Anyway, the upshot
of all this is that, um...

I just have to stay here
for a couple of days.

So the best thing you can do
is just go home.

Well, he's good. I'll give him that.

Well, you'd have to be.

No wonder he sucked them in.

Who in their right mind would
have two wives voluntarily?

Oh, you're the romantic today,
aren't you?

The man flew to Paris, Von.
Ah.

Shut up, Jaeger.

Do you know I flew to Mudgee once
for love?

Well, it's a long story.

Ah, Frank.

Ah, Frank...

Fiona, isn't it?

Yes.

Um, you gave a lingerie show
for my book club.

Rachel.

I remember.

How are you? Are you sick?

Ah, no. My husband's
had an accident.

Mine too.

I thought he was out of the country

and then I get this call
that Brad's in Emergency.

My husband's name's Brad.

Oh! Well, God!
Isn't that a crazy coincidence.

Have I shown you these next of kin
support materials?

They're really quite substantial.

What did you say
your surname was, Rachel?

Douglas.

Brad Douglas.

That's my husband's name.

Gee, well, it's not an uncommon name.

Lots of people called Brad Douglas
in the world.

Perhaps we could just...

He didn't hurt his groin, did he?
How did you know that?

I think maybe it's time
we all had a bit of a chat.

Mum, I can't pee
when you're standing there.

At least turn around.

Oh, just pretend
I'm not your mother.

I'll do it later.

Hi, Mike.

Carol. Drew.
He won't let anyone help him.

Might be easier
with a bit of privacy.

I'll get out of your hair
as soon as I can.

I get the hint.

I think his toes are puffier.
They're not, Mum.

What do you think?

Well, some swelling
is to be expected.

We need to keep
a close eye on it, though.

Drew, if you're feeling any more
pain or discomfort at any stage,

you need to let us know, alright?

I'm not. It's fine.

Did you watch the news last night?
No.

They've put Drew up
for a bravery medal. He's a hero.

I'm not a hero.

There was no train till after
I got my foot caught in the tracks.

It's the words they used.
And they mentioned you too.

Miracle surgeon.

I'm afraid the word 'miracle'

is bandied about
a little too easily these days.

Not this time.
No, maybe not this time.

Carol, would you mind, um...
Oh, yes. Sorry.

Be back soon.
Do you want a magazine or anything?

No, I'm fine, Mum.

You're in pain, aren't you?

Both legs?
Yeah.

Right. Let's you and I
cut a deal right here.

You don't bullshit me
about your pain level.

I couldn't say anything
in front of Mum.

She freaks.

Let's just get you sorted

then we'll work out
what to do about your mum, OK?

MIKE: Ah, Vincent. Just the man.

You might like to know
I've just been to see Drew Redman.

The train accident.
'Hero Saves Baby'.

Oh, yeah. Right.
Yeah.

How's he doing?

Well, he's developed
compartment syndrome in both legs.

But before you say anything,

we are taking steps
to alleviate the situation.

So you still might need to amputate?

I'm not prepared
to admit defeat yet, Vincent.

Then why the need
to keep me informed?

Oh, I just thought
you might be interested.

Really?! It's not just so that you
could remind me who's the boss again?

That's what this is about, isn't it?

You know, we're...
we're not kids, Mike.

If I can't disagree with you over
a diagnosis or a treatment option

without being punished...

Wait a minute.
You think you're being punished?

I took you off
that broken pelvis today

because it didn't
need two registrars.

You're too highly qualified.

I didn't need you to pull rank

in front of my work colleagues,
you understand?

I didn't think
you were that insecure.

I didn't think you were.

OK, Brad, any unpleasant feelings
you may experience

are being brought on by the drug, OK?

Even if you think
the world's ending, it's not.

I don't care what happens.
Just do it.

Alright, you may also experience

some chest pain
and some skin flushing.

Oh, God.
Brad, I haven't given it to you yet.

We've got normal sinus rhythm.
Hello, Bradley.

We were talking about
how worried we'd been.

We thought
we'd come and see how you are.

Thanks for your help, anyway.

We've all been there.

Helene.
I thought they sent you home.

Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.

That's alright.
Dr Campion explained.

You had a big night saving lives.

I suppose I should've been more
patient, but I was in a lot of pain.

That's completely understandable.
I'm not offended.

Have some of these.

Oh. Thanks.

Keeps me fresh between brushing.

You eat a lot of these?
Every half an hour or so, I guess.

You had some this morning
with your coffee?

Mmm.

And more after we'd given you
the medication, is that right?

I know I wasn't supposed to
eat anything,

but this doesn't count, does it?

Does it?
I think we've found your problem.

The sugar substitute in these
causes spasms in the gut.

You're obviously sensitive to it.

Sorry, guys. I just got the call.
You need a laparoscopy?

Not any more.
Excessive consumption of sorbitol.

Some antispasmodic should sort it.

Right, OK, do you guys
wanna stop speed-dialling me

every time you're
stuck for a diagnosis?

Carol. Good to see you back again.

Why didn't you tell me
you were taking the casts off?

Don't start, Mum!
Start what?!

If there's decisions being made,
I need to be involved.

A part of the healing process is that

Drew needs to feel that he has a say
in what's happening to him.

What are you implying?

Oh, er... just that,
um... you... have a strong personality.

Do you have a problem with that?
No. No, I don't.

But, um... no, it just means
that you'll be able to give Drew

the support he needs
over the coming months.

Hmm?

Has it worked?

Well, pulse is stronger.
Swelling's definitely gone down.

So, er... yeah. It's worked.

(Sighs) Thank you.

My pleasure. I'll leave you to it.

Oh, um... Mike?

I'm, er... I'm sorry about before.

I... I just get so worried about him.
Sure.

Just enjoy your evening.

You deserve it.
What about you?

What does an average night hold
for a miracle surgeon?

Nothing miraculous, I assure you.

Well, if that's true, um...

I don't know how to put this
but, um...

Look, Carol...
Ah. You're married.

No. No.

But you're a patient's mother
and, um...

..well, that puts you out of bounds.

Ethically speaking.

Oh.

I've never been
a huge fan of ethics.

'Night.
Yeah. 'Night.

Hmm. Long day?

Something like that.

Well, I spent my day
trying not to strangle a bigamist.

I don't know what that means,
but I think you've beaten me.

Well, it seems that
I'm the only one around here

who thinks a guy
marrying two women is wrong.

Everyone else is a bit
"live and let live".

Have you ever thought that maybe

being in a strong committed
relationship might have made you

a little less tolerant of
other people's... arrangements?

Well, you know, being in
a strong committed relationship

isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Now, what does that mean?
Nothing.

Charlotte, what's wrong?

Gotta go. 'Night, Vin.

Sleepwalking, Homer?
No.

Just got a strange call
from Dr Aldridge.

Said I didn't have to do
any extra cases anymore.

Well, that's good news, isn't it?

Did you say something to him,
Dr Campion?

Dick's a very powerful man, Homer.

Nothing I could say
would matter in the least to him.

You did say something.

Well, I just don't think
you should allow yourself

to be pushed around by
heads of department, that's all.

Hmm.

So, er... he's happy with
your progress, is he?

Oh, not really.
I'm so far behind everyone.

Not anymore. Take a seat.

Oh, bugger that.
Jaeger will clean it up.

I have decided
that I am going to keep

a much closer watch on your progress.

From now on I am going to be
your personal coach

until you finish your case studies.

It's gonna be you and me,
mano a mano.

You don't have to do that,
Dr Campion.

Oh, yes, I bloody well do!

And it's gonna be
no school picnic either.

No. I know. Thanks.

Where are you going?
Home. At last.

Not until you run me through

the branches of the carotid artery,
you're not.

You said I wasn't supposed to let
heads of department push me around.

That didn't include you, did it?

Mmm...

Superior thyroid.

(Yawns) Ascending pharyngeal.

And...
Lingual.

Facial.

Occipital.

Told you ethics wasn't
all it's cracked up to be.

Hmm!

Yeah, I had a feeling
that might be the case.

That was great.

I needed it.

We won't be doing it again,
though, will we?

Mike?

No.

Why spoil the memory, right?

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