All language subtitles for All.Saints.S10E31 - Reality Check.en

SIREN WAILS

Hello! Over here!

Please! Quickly!

Hurry. Please, hurry.

The car cut him off.
He had nowhere to go.

I found his wallet.
His name's Aaron.

Hi, Aaron. My name's Heath.

Can you remember what happened, mate?

He was unconscious when I got to
him. Is he going to be alright?

His breathing's irregular.

Just gonna shine a light
in your eyes, mate. That's it.

Did you see the car
actually hit him?

He smashed into it chest-first,

then bounced into that car
and fell on his back.

Pupils are equal and reactive.
(Groans)

It's OK, mate. It's OK. Hold still.

Let's see what's
going on under here.

(Pants anxiously)

Right, we've got a probable
fractured sternum... and ribs.

I'll get him hooked up to the
monitors if you want to cannulate.

OK, mate, now, suck on this.

It'll help with the pain until we can
get something stronger. That's it.

Hey. Come on. Wake up.
We're gonna be late.

I'll be right with you.
OK.

What time did you get in last night?

Late. Couldn't get away.
Work was crazy.

Thought about waking you up
to see if you could help me unwind

but you looked so peaceful. (Laughs)

So you had a party
on your own, did you?

Oh, still wired from the ED.
Just had a couple to relax.

You know how it is.
Yeah, I'm beginning to.

Look, I've gotta go, OK?

Just... I'll be right with you.

Oh!
Ha.

Yeah, I reckon
you should go back to sleep.

I'm gonna tell Frank
that you've got the flu.

Just give me a second
to grab a shower. I'll be alright.

You've got that worried look
on your face, Gabby.

We can talk about this
when I get home, OK?

BP 90/60, pulse is 140
and sats are at 90%.

We're just gonna get you something
stronger for the pain, mate.

5mg morphine?
Yep.

You're going to be OK. These guys
have got it all under control.

That's OK. If you could
step back for us now?

Sorry.
It's alright. You've been helpful.

Try and hold still, mate.

(Pants frantically)
Easy, buddy.

Cate, can you hold this
for me? Thanks.

Hey!
What the...?!

Cate! Leave it!
She's taken the drug bag.

Yeah, and we've got a patient
to look after.

Just call it in to Operations
and let them handle it.

And get some more morphine
from the truck.

Hey!

Where the bloody hell is everyone?

Well... Zoe's got incoming
in the ambo bay

and Charlotte's in Acute.

What about Taylor?

Uh... I don't think
we'll be seeing him today.

Why not?
I think he's got the flu.

Bloody brilliant.

We're short-staffed, I hire a new
doctor and he gets sick. Terrific.

Well, look, I mean, be fair.

He was in here till after midnight
AGAIN last night.

First I've heard of it. Night staff
didn't say anything about being busy.

All done.

How are you managing generally?

Managing generally?

Can't manage shoelaces.

Or... cut up

with knife and fork
properly anymore.

Manual tasks are going to get harder.

I should be getting better.
I mean, all this rubbish on me.

It should be making
some sort of difference.

Lewis...

..the syphilis
has affected your brain.

Now, that is not gonna go away.

What we are doing here is just
trying to slow the process down.

OK, let's clear
the PICC line for you.

Having no trouble with it?
No.

So no... soreness in your arm?

(Quietly) No.

Discomfort anywhere around
the insertion site?

I said no!

Blunt chest trauma,

large bruising with swelling
in the centre of the chest.

Crepitus, instability of the sternum
on palpation.

Uh... Resus.

Hey, what's with the escort?

Um... we got sucked in.

Our drug bag was stolen on site.

Hey? How can that be stolen
right from under your noses?

Long story, Frank.

On my three. One, two, three.

Aaron? Aaron, do you know
where you are?

Pupils are equal and reactive.
DAN: Sats are at 86%.

We'll probably need to intubate.
Sux and thio on standby.

Time to face the music.

Cops want a statement,
then we get to front the boss.

Good luck.
Thanks.

Frank, we've got an MVA incoming.

Get Charlotte in here, will you?
Frank, I can manage.

I'm sure you can, but I want you
to play with Charlotte.

Frank...
This is my ED, I make the rules.

And you shall share the sandpit
with Charlotte.

What are you doing here?
Told you I'd be OK after a shower.

I just lied for you.
I didn't ask you to.

Listen, you could scarcely stand up
when I left home.

You can't be fit to work.

Will you stop worrying so much?

I know you didn't work late, Steve.
The night staff had a slow shift.

Checking up on me now, babe?

Hey, I thought you were
on your death bed.

Yeah, I was. But I'm ready to go now.

Are you contagious?
Negative.

Then get on with it.
Steve, you can't work...

I'll just dump my stuff.

Nearly finished?
Yep.

(Gasps)

Sorry.

Uh...

..what's happened to your neck?

Oh, that? Lewis just got
a bit restless in the night.

Whacked me without noticing it.

I don't remember that.
I'm sorry, love.

It's not your fault.

You were probably having
a bad dream or something.

I forget everything.
Drives me up the wall.

Yeah, frustrating.

I've forgotten the sugar.
I'm as bad as he is.

I told her I'd sleep in the spare
room, but she won't have it.

Well, I'll have a chat with her, eh?

This isn't the only bruise
you've got, is it?

When I saw you bend over,
I could see you were in pain.

I had a bit of a fall.

Oh, well, let's have a look.
(Sighs) No need for any fuss.

Come on.

Oh.

(Winces)
Yeah. Yeah, I know.

And how long has this been going on?

He doesn't know he's doing it.

Or if he does,
he forgets about it afterwards.

Right, well, we need to get you to
the hospital and have it checked out.

I can't.
You must.

This is more than one punch.

Some of these bruises are old.

Lewis wouldn't hurt me.
Not if he was well.

He's not well.

I can't leave him on his own.
Then we'll take him with us.

Unstable sternum. Probably fractured,
just like his ribs. What are his obs?

BP is 84/40. Heart rate's 140.

Oxygen sats dropped down to 80
but they're back up to 85.

BP's low but we can't
push the fluids through

until we know the full extent
of the cardiac damage.

Thanks for that.

X-ray's on the way?
Yeah.

Right, let's get
a central line in, please.

Just about to do it.

Can you do
the arterial line instead?

(Mutters) Oh, God, here we go.
BOTH: What?

Huh? I didn't say anything.

(Quietly) Wouldn't dare.

Car went through a safety barrier
at a shopping centre.

Grace was the passenger.

She'll be OK, right?
We've got her now, son.

No LOC, probable facial
and wrist fractures,

and possible chest
and abdominal injuries.

Acute 2.
BP's 90/55, heart rate's 110.

She's on 15 litres of oxygen
via non-rebreather.

It's all my fault.

5mg of IV morphine given

and she's also got a history
of peripheral vascular disease.

(Woman groans)

Please help her!

We need to look after you, son.
Taylor?

OK, come on, mate.
Let's give them room to work.

I wanna stay with her.

I'll just have a look
at this arm of yours, yeah?

Can you tell me your name?
(Weakly) Grace.

I put my foot down on the
accelerator instead of the brake.

Ricky, can you please take
this fellow to Subacute for me?

Soon as we've got some news,
I'll come and tell you.

Facio-maxillary consult.
Yep.

We've got some localised bruising
over the rib and liver region.

Small haematoma.

There's no abdominal distension,
no other masses.

Are you having trouble breathing,
Grace? Does it hurt?

(Groans) Yeah.

I'll get a trauma series
and CT organised.

I'll need another cannula in
for bloods,

group/hold and crossmatch.

And I want two units
of O neg on standby.

OK.
I'll page Surgical while I'm at it.

That's the fastest recovery from flu
I have ever seen in my life.

I don't need to be here.
This should have been done at home.

He's getting very anxious.

Won't be long.
I want to go home!

What's going on?

Uh... Frank, this...

You remember Lewis Dowd
and his wife.

I don't wanna be here.
I wanna go home.

Hello, Lewis. I'm Frank.
You remember me?

I don't need to see any doctors.

Lewis, you're going to be
well looked after.

V... V... Von reckons this is cracked
or blocked or something, but...

OK, give us a look.
Please, just let me go home.

Yeah, yeah.

I insisted Lewis come in.
Could we find a cubicle for him?

Jaeger, can you find a spot
for Mr Dowd?

Yeah, sure.
And one for his wife Monica.

OK, sure. Come with me.

I want to go home!
I know.

There you go.

There's nothing wrong with
his bloody PICC line.

Yes, I know.
But I'm worried about her.

And she wouldn't come in
without him.

What's wrong with her?

I think you should take a look.

I will, and you'd better hope
that it's serious enough

to warrant lying to a patient.

SIREN WAILS

Please, Monica, show Dr Campion.

He doesn't know he's doing it.

He doesn't know what he's doing
half the time.

We understand that.
Now, please show the doctor.

(Sighs)

Lewis has been having mood swings.

Ah!
That hurts when I touch you there?

Mmm. He can't... He can't help it.

He forgets things. Oh!
It just makes him so mad.

Not with me, but with his illness.

And then the next minute, he's
the same lovely man he always was.

Yes, we know. He can't help it.

His memory lapses and
inability to control his behaviour

are symptoms of the neurosyphilis.

He'll get better
now he's on treatment.

We'll get through this.
He'll be better.

He'll be better.
Monica, he won't get better.

Things are going to get worse,
not better.

Now, it's time we started
thinking about his long-term care.

I'll need X-rays to confirm,

but I would say you have
a few fractured ribs.

I'm not giving up on him.

It's not about giving up on him.

It's about getting him
the best care available

and making sure that you're safe.

Well, I'll be more careful
when I'm around him.

No. No, no. You've tried that.
It hasn't worked, has it?

And the next time,
or the time after that,

you may be lucky
to get away with cracked ribs.

I'm not giving up on him.

Well, I shouldn't have fought for
him going home in the first place.

Should've seen this coming.

Well, you did what you thought was
best for both of them, and I agreed.

Well, we were wrong.

Be that as it may, we can't
let them carry on as they are.

But I don't know what power
we have to stop it.

Well, we know what she thinks
on the matter.

We're not gonna shift her.
What'll we do?

I guess we try Lewis.

If we can convince him, maybe he'll
persuade his wife to let go.

He's in no state to take that in.

What other option have we got?

Let me know when Monica goes
for her X-rays. I'll talk to Lewis.

Chest X-ray shows
bilateral infiltrates.

Pulmonary oedema.
Hmm, that figures.

He has fine creps
in both lung fields.

Well, if you feel
the need to double-check...

Muffled heart sounds.

He's hypertensive and there's
jugular vein distension.

What are his gases like?

They're all over the place.
Plus, he's acidotic.

We could be looking
at cardiac tamponade.

Transthoracic ultrasound?
Yeah.

BOTH: Get an ECHO...
..in, thanks.

Sounds like we've already got one.
I'll be right back.

If we are dealing with
cardiac tamponade

we'll need to do
a pericardiocentesis.

Are you up for that?

Yeah, I am.

Todd has calmed down
and he is gonna be fine,

so you don't need to worry.

Thank you.

That collar can stay off.

Yep.

How we doing?

Well, C spine's clear,

flexion-extension
examination's clear,

and there's no evidence
of any ligament damage.

Right, what about
the surgical consult?

The abdomen's more distended.

The large haematoma and the FAST
indicate internal bleeding.

Mmm. Not news we wanted to hear.

You want that O-neg to go up now?

Abdo CT will give us
a clear picture.

Sure.

Grace...
Mmm?

Can you bear with us
while we do another test?

Mmm.
Good girl.

OK, can you check on her grandson
while she's in radiology?

Sure.

So, is working with
the marvellous Mike Vlasek

still turning you on, Bart?

Yes, thank you. I'm learning a lot.

What, from post-op reviews?
(Chuckles)

Start somewhere.

And it's getting a lot more
interesting now that Jack's gone.

Sure.

What?

Jack resigned. Didn't you know?

Can you page me
when the scans are done?

Yeah, sure.

Why am I always
the last person to know

what's going on in this bloody place?

OK, here we go.

Done this before, Charlotte?
Nope.

But she'll need it
for her fellowship.

We need more gain.

Can you just adjust
that depth for me?

Sure.

Bit more.

That's it.

I've lost it.

It's OK. Just take your time.

OK. Extending the needle in further.

I'm just gonna make
an adjustment on the picture.

There you go.

OK, I can feel a resistance.
Position's good.

OK, we're in.

Guide wire.

Catheter.

Syringe.
Well done.

He's not out of the woods yet.

You hanging around for something?

No, just dropping off
my security pass and pager

and then officially... I'm free.

To do what?
Whatever I want.

What's that?
None of your business.

You're right there,
I was just wondering,

"What does a guy do
when he stops being a surgeon?"

You don't look like the fishing type.

I didn't come in
for a career session.

I'm just dropping this off
and I'm done.

OK, well, I'm gonna
buy you a coffee first.

Not drinking hospital coffee's

one of the things
I was looking forward to.

Five minutes. You owe me.

I owe you?

I'll do the talking.

(Sighs)

There we go.
Still OK?

The local anaesthetic
is probably the worst part, right?

Is Nan gonna be OK?

Well, it looks like
she's gonna need an operation

to fix the tear in her liver,
which is pretty serious, but...

..yeah, she should be fine.

Mum's gonna kill me.
I only got my Ls this week.

And Mum wouldn't take me driving,
so when she went away for work,

I went around to Nan's
and talked her into it.

Accidents happen, mate.

Yeah, but on day one?

I write off the car and Nan could
die, all because she trusted me.

She's always done what I asked.

You need to stop
beating yourself up over this.

But I knew I was doing
the wrong thing. I knew it.

And I just went ahead
and did it anyway.

I need to call her
and tell her what's happened.

Well, we can do that for you.

No!

I have to do it myself.

OK.

Give me a second. I'll organise
a phone for you, alright?

Mature kid.
Yeah.

Eager to take responsibility
for his actions.

Whatever's on your mind, spit it out.

Not now.

I wouldn't raise my hand to her.
Not ever.

It's not just the one bruise.

She never told me.

Maybe she did
and you can't remember.

You've been having
more and more trouble

with memory loss, haven't you?

Mon reckons some days
are better than others.

I don't know...

Sometimes I can't
even take the rubbish out

without getting bloody lost.

Well, gee, that must put
a lot more pressure on her.

I know I tire her out.

I said we should get someone in

to help with the cleaning and
the washing, but she won't have it.

Yes, that would be a good idea.

She needs more than just
a hand around the house.

You know, that don't you?

Because your condition
will most likely get worse,

so what's going to happen then?

Have you talked about
what you're going to do

when Monica can't
look after you anymore?

I gave you information
from Veterans' Affairs

about assisted accommodation.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We... we read them.
We talked about it.

Good. So is there
something there that suits you?

Where's Monica?

She's in X-ray. She'll be back soon.

Lewis, have you made
any arrangements?

There's plenty of time for that.
We're managing.

No. Monica isn't managing.

What do you mean?
She does a good job looking after me.

Better than anyone else could.

That's not what I'm saying.

Don't you go saying
she's not doing a good job.

Lewis, that is not...
I won't have you saying that!

Lewis, Lewis, calm down.

She wants to put me away.
(Groans)

No, she doesn't.

Don't let her put me
in a home. Please.

I couldn't stand it.

(Sighs) Say what you gotta say, Mike.

Then I'm not coming back.

We can all be creatures of habit,

but it's up to us to decide
what those habits are,

and some of yours are
a bit of a worry.

(Sighs)

You join the surgical team, you try
to live up to my expectations.

No. I was just trying to do
the best job that I could.

Whatever.

You realise it wasn't exactly
what you really want to do,

so you chuck it in.

OK, that's fine. Stuff happens.
I can handle that.

Then you break your butt
trying to impress Frank Campion.

You succeed,
and you throw that in as well.

So what's your point?

You're spending your life
trying to impress other people.

Doing what they want.

(Sighs)

Maybe it's because of
what happened to you...

Mike.

You know, not every decision I make

is because of what happened to me
when I was a kid, for God's sake.

OK, then, what is driving you?

Because whatever it is, what you're
doing doesn't make sense.

(Sniggers)

Want my advice?
No. No, I don't.

It's time to stop running.

Look who's talking, mate.

His BP's going down again.
Push those fluids through.

We can't get him to theatre
until he's stabilised.

Yes, I know.

VT arrest.

Come on.

What's that doing
to his fractured sternum?

Have you got another way
of maintaining his circulation?

You just need to factor it in.

Charging at 360.

I'm aware of the risk, Zoe.

Clear!

No change.

OK, charging 360 again.

Give him 1mg of adrenaline.

Adrenaline going in.

Clear!

No change.

Resuming compressions.

You're in danger of rupturing
his heart if you keep that up.

He's in danger of dying if I don't.

OK, what's the story?

Still hypertensive. Tachycardic.

Grace, I'm just gonna
have a look at your tummy.

Fluids?

We're giving her
a 500ml bolus of Hartmann's

just to bring her BP up a bit

and she's receiving
a second unit of O-neg.

Hb is 78.

OK, how far away's theatre?

About 45 minutes off.

And there's
some crossmatched pack cells

on the way from the blood bank.

Put in a central line. I want to
secure venous access while we wait.

OK.

Has your flu come back, Taylor?

No, I'm good.

What?

What's going on with Taylor?

And don't give me
any more malarky about the flu.

If this blast from the past is gonna
blow up in your face, I need to know.

Have you had a fight?

No. No.

Well, he's had bugger-all sleep.
That much is obvious.

And you turned up this morning
making excuses for him,

so something's going down.

Look, Frank, I will handle this, OK?

So I have nothing to worry about?

Do you have a problem with his work?

Not so far.

Good, then so far
you have nothing to worry about.

MACHINE POWERS UP

Clear!

Sinus tachy.
He's back.

Thank God.

Well done.

Yeah, you too. Good work.

Mon!

Mon!

Where are you?
I'm here.

Monny?

I'm here.

Couldn't find you.
I'm right here.

I'm here.
Thought I'd lost you.

Shh-shh-shh-shh.

It's OK. It's OK.

(Gasps) Ooh!

It's alright. It's alright.

I wanna go home, Mon.

We will. Soon.

Don't leave me here.

I won't ever leave you. (Sobs)

OK, we're almost sutured in here.

Good. We're gonna need the access.
This cannula is tissuing too.

How you going there, Grace?
Are you alright?

Mm-hm.

Her BP's dropping
and her heart rate is up.

Steve. Her BP's dropping
and her heart rate's up.

Uh, just drop the head of the bed.
That should get the pressure up.

You OK?

Has the 500mL bolus of Hartmann's
gone in yet?

Yep, and I've just put up the first
unit of crossmatched blood.

OK, push some more Hartmann's

and 1mg of Mataraminol.

Uh, I just told you -
that cannula's tissuing.

That's the only venous access
that we've got.

Just put the central line in,

just push the drugs
and the fluids through that.

But we haven't done the X-ray.
What?

The X-ray to check placement.

You push fluids and drugs
through a misplaced catheter

and we could kill her.

Of course we need the X-ray.
That goes without bloody saying.

Just get that organised
and the... drugs, as requested.

(Vomits and wretches)

(Coughs)

What's going on, Steve?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Have you been drinking?

Jesus, Gabby, no.

So what are we doing outside?

Just getting some air, you know.
Just having a break.

Can you talk to me for a second...

About what?
I've gotta get back to work.

Why are you shutting me out?

Honestly, Gabby,
I'm not shutting you out.

Baby...

..I'm on your side, OK?

I'm trying to help you.

I know. I know you are.

But everything's OK.
Everything's alright, yeah?

Really.

ELEVATOR DINGS

WOMAN ON TWO-WAY RADIO:
Base to 978, are you clear?

Go ahead, Base.

We have a patient
awaiting transport.

Stand by for details.
How's he doing?

Well, cardiac tamponade,
pericardiocentesis, VT arrest.

I probably did do some damage
to his chest with the compressions,

but his BP's back up again.

Oh, good.

Cate, losing the drug bag
didn't compromise his care.

Just thought you should know that.

Cate, we've gotta go.

Thanks.

See ya.

Tell you what -
I hope that thieving little coward

gets what she deserves.

SIREN WAILS

Hey, careful what we wish for, huh?

Where the hell am I?

Where the hell am I?

Monica?

Hey, hey, you get back into bed.

Who the hell are you?
Where the hell am I? Monica!

You need to be in bed. You've pulled
your leads off. Come on.

I want to see my wife.
Lewis!

Monica!

Goldman - diazepam, 5mg.

Who brought me back into this place?

Don't worry. They'll give him
something to calm down.

MONICA!
Lewis, stop it.

Hey, they won't let him come in.

MONICA, WHERE ARE YOU?!

Lewis, stop it.

Get that wheelchair over here.

Lewis!

You have to listen to me.

He's never been this bad
at home before.

Lewis!

Lewis!

There you are! You're trying
to lock me up, aren't ya?

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

(Gasps)
You've just thrown me away.

DAN: It's in, it's in.
I...

(Pants)

You don't want to face this,
but that's your future out there.

I love him! Don't you understand?

Yes, yes.

But Lewis has an illness,
and love's not going to cure that.

(Sobs) He'd hate
that this is happening to him.

He was always
such a gentle and loving man.

(Cries)

I'll take care of this.
Thanks.

DOA?
Yeah.

What happened?

Overdose.

Wouldn't be the first addict
who OD'd on you, though, would it?

First one who used our drug bag
to do it with.

Right. Sorry about that.

You know, an hour ago I was hoping
she got everything she deserved.

Come on, it's not your fault
it turned out like this.

(Sighs)

Cate, listen to me.
Mike, Mike, a woman is dead.

I don't need you to make me feel
any better about it, OK?

OK.

(Sighs)

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't be taking it out on you.

Make it up to me, then.

Have dinner with me tonight.

Why?

I'd like to take you out.
Do I need an excuse?

No.

Chest X-ray.

Correct placement?

(Sighs) Central line
is exactly where it should be.

You can push the fluids through now.

Mum's flying back, Nan.

She said she'd come straight here
from the airport.

We're gonna take your nan
up to theatre soon.

She'll be in for a couple of hours,
at least.

But she's gonna be alright,
isn't she?

She's lost a lot of blood.

Hopefully the surgeons'll find the
source of the bleeding and fix it.

But you're saying there's a chance
she might not make it?

Well, no surgery is without risk.

No...
Come on, mate.

It's easy to think the worst,
but there's no reason to expect it.

Chances are she'll be just fine.

OK, so you're gonna have to
stay strong for her. So chin up.

KNOCK AT DOOR
Come in.

Are you busy?
Why? What's up?

Everything OK?

Look... look, I know that
you and Steve Taylor are close...

But?

I have absolutely nothing
against him personally.

Ricky, I'm your supervisor, OK?

If you have a concern,
I need to hear about it.

He almost made a big mistake
on Mrs Seymour.

Almost?

He was putting in a central line,

and her BP was dropping
and she needed fluids.

And he told me
to push through Hartmann's and drugs

through the new line.

So? You...
Well, we hadn't done the X-ray yet.

We had no idea
if it was properly placed.

What did he say
when you told him this?

He said that he meant for me
to do it after the X-ray.

You don't think that was the case?
Uh-uh.

I had to tell him twice
that she was deteriorating,

and then I had to explain to him
why I wasn't following his orders.

It was like he'd just forgotten
that he'd put the line in.

I'm sorry.
No, no, no. Whoa, don't be.

A less experienced nurse probably
wouldn't have picked that up,

so thank you.

Hey, you ready to go?

Just give me one second
to file these.

Hey, how was it in Resus today?

Mmm.

Zoe and Charlotte - how much
refereeing did you have to do?

Oh! Awful. Just... (Sighs)

You poor thing.

Ha! They were at
each other's throats the whole time.

Nothing a, uh... back rub
and a bit of TLC won't fix.

Oh! Wonder who you can talk into
doing that for you.

Ohh... mmm!

(Laughs) Was it really that bad?

Oh... they shouldn't be
in the same hospital,

let alone the same cubicle
as each other.

They're just... (Sighs) ...awful.

Charlotte! He's out of recovery
and doing well.

CHARLOTTE: Fantastic.
Yeah.

It was great work today.
Yeah.

It was a real team effort,
I thought.

You too, Dan.
Mmm.

Look, I'll get onto Cate
and let her know about him.

She seemed pretty worried.
I've gotta rush off to day care.

Sure.
Thanks.

Really, hey? Shouldn't be
in the same hospital?

That's not what happened.
Oh...

So, no back rub?
No.

It's OK. I've got long arms.

(Laughs)

Oh, sweet Jesus. I did that to you?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

I did,

again and again,

but you forget.

How could I forget
that I was hurting you?

It'll never happen again, I promise.

Lewis, you can't make promises.

You forget them.

What? What is it?

Right... you remember, do you,

how I told you Monica wasn't coping?

Was that today?
Yes, it was today.

Now, she has some fractured ribs.

They're going to take time to heal.

She's not going to be able
to look after you and herself.

So I've arranged
with Veterans' Affairs

some temporary respite care for you,

just so Monica can rest
and get better.

A nursing home?

Just for a little while,

just so we can think
about everything,

make some choices for the future.

Will I come home again?

(Gasps)

If I do that to you...

..I don't want to come home again.

(Sighs)

(Sighs deeply)

Frank? Frank?

Whatever it is, I haven't got time.

Yeah, for this you do.

Oh, alright.

What is it?

This morning, when I left for work,

Steve could barely stand up.

I think he'd been out drinking
most of the night.

And before you start raving to me
about why I didn't tell you earlier,

I'd thank you to remember
my first day here,

when you were so hung over
you could barely speak.

So why tell me at all, then?

Because it isn't the first time.

I see.

And I've tried talking to him
about it,

and he just tells me
it isn't a problem.

But it is a problem... for him.

And, no doubt, for you.

There was a near miss
with a patient today.

Something's gotta be done
about that,

and if... if I talk to him,
he'll talk his way out of it.

And I will let him.

Maybe he'll listen to you.

Don't worry, I'll fix it.

Thank you. (Sighs)

You go home.

Ready for bed?

Yeah - didn't sleep too well.

Oh, yes - that mysterious
on-again, off-again flu.

You know, it's one thing
to arrive at work late,

it's quite another
to arrive still half-cut.

Did Gabby tell you that?

She thinks two wine gums is a party.

I've got eyes and a medical degree.

Yeah, well, I've gotta go,
so can we talk about this tomorrow?

No. We'll talk about it now.

You got a problem with alcohol?
No.

Then why are you stuffing up?
Too much booze or not enough?

There are counsellors.
You can get some help.

I... I don't need help,
'cause I don't have a problem!

Hey, just settle down, will you, pal?

I'm not making accusations.
I'm trying to be of use.

Well, you know
where you can shove that, mate.

You walk outta here,
you won't walk back in.

You can shove your job too.

I'll be outta this town in a new job
by the end of the week.

And what about Gabby?
Where will she be?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Oh, excellent.

Hey.
Hey.

Good news?
Yeah.

The, um, patient
that we were treating

when the drug bag was stolen...

Yeah?

Well, he's gonna be fine.
Oh, that's great.

(Clears throat) I've been thinking...

Right, yeah.

Look, um, this is just
a dinner invitation,

so before you go thinking that
I'm stalking you or anything...

Oh, God! Will you stop
being so paranoid?

I've been thinking,

drinks the other night were nice,
and dinner would be good too...

..but we could have dinner
at your place.

Yeah. Yeah, we could.

Or my place is closer.

(Both chuckle)

Frank, you were looking for me.

Oh, yeah. How'd you go
with Beaumont today?

Good.

Why, did you have any doubts?
No.

Frank, come on.

You put us in there together to make
us play nice, and we played nice.

Yeah, that was the idea,

but my judgment has been
somewhat lacking of late.

We need to, uh, find a replacement
for Steve Taylor.

Why? He was doing really well.

Oh, it's a long story.

Anyway, could you just let Admin know
that it didn't work out,

and we'll have to have people
re-apply for the position, will you?

OK.

Is Gabrielle alright?

Mmm.

GABRIELLE: So this is it, is it?
You're just gonna cut and run?

That's really clever, Steve.

This is all your fault.
How do you figure that?

If you wanted me gone, fine. Did you
have to really tell Frank about it?

I tried talking to you!
You didn't listen to me!

Talk about what?
There's nothing to talk about!

I've done nothing wrong!

Thought I could trust you, Gabby.
(Laughs) Trust?

Don't you dare talk to me
about trust!

I've lied for you, I've covered up
for you every single time,

and you've betrayed me.

So now we're even.
Oh, is that what this is about?

Is it? About me getting even
with you for you cheating on me?

Well, ISN'T IT?

(Quietly) No.

But now that you bring that up,

you weren't that sober
that time, either!

Have you had one single sober night
in this house?

Well, you're not gonna have to worry
about that anymore, will you?

How can you say that? Come on,
come on. Listen to me, listen to me.

You go back to Frank.

He'll give you a second chance
if you admit you need help.

I don't need help.

And I'm not gonna have Frank or
anyone else looking over my shoulder,

waiting for me to screw up, Gab.

Please don't do this.

This was never gonna work
if we can't trust each other.

DOOR SLAMS

PHONE RINGS

ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

GABRIELLE ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
G'day. You've called Gabrielle.

Uh, don't be shy - leave a message.
(Saucily) You know you want to.

BEEP!

(Frank clears throat)
Uh, yeah, Jaeger, it's Campion here.

Look, uh, just calling to see
how you are.

Um... if you don't want
to come in tomorrow,

uh, Gabby, that's fine.

Just give us a bell, will you?

Yep. Um, that's all. 'Bye.

(Sobs)