All language subtitles for All.Saints.S10E39 - Cutting Free.en

SIREN WAILS

FRANK: What happened?

He was changing the wheel on his 4WD
when the jack gave way.

MIKE: It's cold.
How long was he trapped?

Judging by the compression damage,

I'd say... at least
a couple of hours.

There's no palpable pulses
in the damaged leg.

Dan, I'm going to need the Doppler.

Who found him?
Ben called the ambulance himself.

He had a mobile on him.

Pathology.
Dan, Doppler.

Why'd it take them
so long to get there?

I don't know.

Haemoglobin's holding at 84
but potassium has increased to 6.3.

CK is 3,000.
Serum myoglobin is elevated.

So he's hyperkalemic.
30g of Resonium rectally.

Run the rest of
the Hartmann's through, Dan.

I'll do that.

Reckon you can save it?

Extremely poor pulses
and capillary refill.

Irreversible ischemic damage.

We could have saved it an hour ago.

Maybe, but right now

he's headed for renal failure
or cardiac arrest or both.

We need to amputate.

I'll get onto theatre.
Give them the heads-up.

And get me the ambos' report.

I want to know why the hell
he was stuck there waiting so long.

Order up eight units of pack cells

and we'll be in theatre
for quite a while

so tell the Blood Bank
to stand by with some more, eh?

Yep.

That was eight units
of pack cells, right?

Yeah.
Yep.

Do you mind telling me
what's going on?

Nothing.

Come on, Dan. Talk to me.

I started the Interferon
treatment last night.

I had my first injection, and the
side effects are kicking in a bit.

Why didn't you tell me?

I would have put you
on lighter duties.

Lighter duties - man triage?

I could do without the favours.

As much as I appreciate
your situation,

it's the patients
I'm concerned about.

Well, I can handle it.

I'll get someone
to cover your shift tomorrow.

No, no, no. Please.

They say the first 24 hours
are the worst.

So tomorrow's shift will be fine.

Come on...
Please. Really.

Alright. But you've got
to be straight with me.

If you're not coping,
I need to know about it.

At least we should be able
to keep it to below the knee.

Poor bastard.
I'd hate to be in his shoes.

Shoe.

Frank, I've got to get upstairs
to pick up Zac.

The creche closes in three minutes.
Yeah. Thanks for sticking around.

That's OK. I just hate that the poor
little guy's the last there again.

No luck tracking down next of kin.

Get Von.
She's off-duty.

Get her out of bed, or the RSL
or wherever she is and fill her in.

When this poor man
wakes up tomorrow morning

he's in for a hell of a shock.

I want someone there to support him.

How's Simon?

Still in ICU. Still on dialysis.

Laura's trying to be brave

but the stress
is starting to get to her.

I'm sorry to hear that, mate.

Thanks.

Yeah, well, as soon
as I can find him...

..I'll tell him.

OK. Thank you.

Oliver Maroney wants to see
you and Gabrielle in his office

first thing tomorrow morning.

Oh, does he now?
What have you done, Frank?

Why? What'd he say?

Just something about a lawsuit,
and you being responsible.

Don't know what he's talking about.

If you've started a war with Admin,
you are not going to win this.

There is no war.
Well, not open warfare, anyway.

It's more of a cold one.

Go home, Gallagher. Forget about it.
We'll worry about it tomorrow.

The widow's lawyers are claiming

that equipment failure contributed
to the death of her husband.

They're right -
if the bed had been working

we'd have been able
to resuscitate him sooner.

He may have lived.
He died from sudden cardiac arrest.

Any suggestion otherwise
is speculation.

It's dangerous to this hospital.

So it's fine to endanger patients,
just not the hospital's bottom line?

Who spoke to the wife
about the bed malfunction?

Who cancelled my maintenance checks?

No-one's cancelled
maintenance checks.

Then where the bloody hell are they?

She's got a list as long as her arm

of machines and equipment
needing repairs.

It's true. We do seem
to be falling behind.

That's a separate issue.
We'll deal with that.

You'd better
pull your finger out, Oliver,

because hospital accreditation
is coming.

The point is a patient
under your care died...

You wouldn't want to lose
any Brownie points, would you?

..and we're being sued!

We're being sued
because your penny-pinching

endangers people's lives.

OLIVER: I want to know
who spoke to Nancy Nichols.

Attacking the Director of Medicine

is hardly going to win us
any favours in the long run.

I'm defending patients' rights.
You were measuring dicks.

(Swaggers) And I won.
(Scoffs) You didn't win.

That was a stay of execution -
yours.

Did you tell Nancy Nichols
about the bed malfunction?

Oh, I don't believe this!

If we don't kick up a stink,

Admin will keep cutting
staff and maintenance schedules

until the only thing holding this
hospital up is a bunch of red tape.

I have washed my hands.

Then wash 'em again.

The last thing I need
is a negligent nurse

ignoring basic sanitary regulations.

I'm dyin'.

What makes you say that?

It's a hereditary condition.

Dying is hereditary for most people.

Don't get smart with me.

Your temperature's OK.

Your blood pressure's good.

I'm bleeding... from the rear.

A doctor will be in to see you
very soon.

I know what's wrong with me.

Cancer of the bowel.

Same thing me mother died of.

Did your GP diagnose that?
Oh, don't be silly.

Do you know how much a GP charges?
Daylight robbery.

Are you comfortable?

As can be expected.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

Gives you a chance
to wash your hands.

I'm watching you like a hawk, girl.

Goody.

Hi. Beautiful day out there today.

Yeah, is it?

OK.

Never got the whole nurse-in-uniform
fantasy until now.

Psych ward's two floors up.

You right there?

James Byrne. Maintenance.

Apparently you've got a bit of
faulty equipment needs looking at.

Are you serious?
Ah, yep.

Frank, Admin have sent us
a Mr Fix-it.

His name is James.

Bloody terrific. How are you, James?

Frank Campion.
I'm the big cheese around here.

Anything you want, son, you get it.

Yeah, right.
Damn right.

We'll keep you busy, I'll tell you.

You see? You threaten, you receive.

Hands.
They're clean.

My son's a doctor, you know.

He's told me about you nurses.

Staying out all night taking drugs.

Throwing yourselves
at anything in trousers.

Coming to work half drunk.

That's on our good days.

Ah, Mrs Louden,

I just got the results back
from your blood tests and X-rays.

How long have I got?

That I can't answer.

But I can confirm
you have haemorrhoids.

It's an inflammation
of the rectum.

I know what they are.

Excellent. Well, treatment
is very simple and effective.

I'll write you up a prescription
for some anti-inflammatories.

You're just jumping to conclusions.
It could still be cancer.

No. Your blood tests are clear and
your X-rays show no signs of cancer.

You might have missed something.
It happens all the time.

Mrs Louden, I'm very confident
about my diagnosis.

I want a second opinion.

OK. That's fine.

I'll organise another doctor
to come and see you.

Thank you.

You are not seriously going to
pander to that dragon's wishes?

She's entitled to a second opinion
if she wants one.

What are you so happy about?

Nothing. I'm... just happy.

Ricky, Bart, you've met James
from maintenance?

Hey.
Yep.

You got a sec?
Yeah.

Anything you want, I'm your man.

Really? OK.

Well, I'm going to go over there
and you're going to stay here.

What's he doing here?

Oh, ICU is closed.

They've got a multi-resistant
pseudomonas outbreak

and the entire unit
is shut down for decontamination.

Well, send him up to a ward.

I have already accepted him.
Bloody terrific!

Hello? I have a patient here.
Do you mind?

(Quieter) Listen, if we keep
covering up for their stuff-ups,

they're never going to face
the monster they've created.

Will you forget your battles
with Admin for one second, Frank?

I would rather have this man wake up
here and find he's lost his leg

than next to some snack machine
in a ward corridor.

I'll shake up the shrink.

Uh, you wanted to see me?
Take a seat.

Our proposed Mental Health Clinic.

I wanted to see what you think of it.

It's very impressive.

Milk?
Please.

Of course, it's not a sure thing yet.

Finances still have to be
locked down.

And I have to find
the right person to run the place.

Who do I have to sleep with
to get the job?

You've heard about this lawsuit

that's come out of
the Emergency Department, I take it?

Bed malfunction, apparently.
Well, that's what they're claiming.

Ridiculous, of course.

Although I don't blame the widow

for trying to find
someone to take responsibility.

She wouldn't be the first.

No, but what I do take umbrage at
is one of our staff

providing her with
the ammunition to use against us.

Is that what happened?

You've spent time
in the Emergency Department.

What do you make of Frank Campion?

He lives up to his reputation -
arrogant, opinionated.

You think he's a whistleblower?

I want you to attend every time
the ED asks for a psych consult.

You want me to spy on Frank Campion?

I just want you
to find out what you can.

I need heads of department who can
work for the good of the hospital.

(Gasps)

DAN: Frank, he's waking up.

Alright. Good. We'll extubate.

Ben. Ben? I'm Frank Campion.

You've got a tube in your mouth
that's helping you to breathe.

Now, I need you to relax
for a moment while I take it out.

Alright? Blink if you understand.

Good man. Can you squeeze my hands?

That's the way.

First thing I have to do is suck out
some of the gunk out of your mouth.

Alright? Here we go.

(Ben gasps)
You're alright. Won't hurt.

There we go. Cuff down.
(Splutters)

OK, Ben.
Now I'm going to take the tube out.

Just try to relax.

That's it. That's the way.

Good man. You OK?
Yeah.

OK. I'll be back in a minute.
(Coughs)

OK. I'll give you some oxygen.

Where the bloody hell have you been?

Well, after the midnight
phone call from this joint,

I had a fair bit of work to do.

Our amputee has been sent back to us
for recovery.

Yes. I don't like it
any better than you do.

The thing is, he's woken up and he
doesn't know that he's lost his leg.

So, do you mind?

My leg...?

No, mate. You've been
in an accident. You just... Yeah.

Ben, can you remember
what happened last night?

I was stuck under my car.

Yep.

Your leg was compressed by the weight
of the car for a very long time.

The tissue damage was very severe.

There was no blood flow
to the lower part of your leg.

OK.

By the time you got in here
you were in shock.

And my leg?

I'm sorry, mate.

There was nothing else we could do.
We had to amputate.

We'll try to make your recovery
as painless as possible.

Could you set up a PCA?
Morphine 50mg to 50ml.

This is Von.
She's our patient liaison nurse.

Hi. I'm going to be
looking after your post care.

If there is anything you need,
you let me know.

Thank you.

Anyone I can call?
No.

Anything you don't understand, mate?

No. I'm OK. I just need to rest.

OK. Fair enough.

That went smoothly.

Early days yet.
Any luck with his next of kin?

No. Not so far.

He lives alone. I've contacted
the police and they're helping.

I'm sorry, I got here
as quickly as I could.

Not quickly enough. We needed you
to be there when he came to.

So you've broken the news to him?
How did he take it?

Surprisingly well.

He's still in shock.

Where is he?
Resus.

I'll do this alone,
if you don't mind.

He needs medical supervision.

Well, I'm assuming
he has a nurse looking after him.

I'll report back if there's
anything you need to know.

I need to know everything.

No. I've insisted
on a second opinion.

There are no mobile phones allowed
in the hospital.

I'm talking to my son.

Um, I've been ordered to check
all the beds in the department.

Can you call when this one's free?
Yep.

What's wrong with my bed?

Nothing.
Well, why do you want to look at it?

It's just
a routine maintenance check.

Well, if you haven't checked it,
how do you know it isn't faulty?

This whole place
has fallen to pieces.

OK. You need to finish that call,
and I'll be back in a second.

Yeah, you wouldn't credit it.

Oh, it's a disgrace.

I already have the patient
from hell, OK?

I don't need the added hassle of
laying sexual harassment charges.

I'm sorry, truly am.
Didn't mean you any disrespect.

Thank you.
So, can I make it up to you?

Dinner? Hmm?

Are you OK?

Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
I'm just... (Sighs)

(Sniffs)

Just tell her.
Just leave it, Jack.

You're being cruel, mate.

Erica doesn't need
to be chained to some guy

with the temper of a 2-year-old and
the libido of a gym boot, does she?

So just tell her.
She deserves the truth.

When did you become
my moral conscience?

I'm a solicitor.
Mergers and acquisitions.

Oh, where the money is. (Chuckles)

We're having a bit of trouble
locating next of kin.

My mother's dead
and my father's overseas.

No partner?
There was. We broke up.

(Groans)
Is it painful?

Yeah, it's burning.
The anaesthetic's wearing off.

I'll have this PCA set up
in two seconds.

You know, it might be
a little easier

to have a friend
help you through this period.

Uh-huh. Pretty capable
of taking care of myself.

You're very calm
and accepting of this.

Is that a problem?

No.

Most people in your situation
would be angry, upset.

I'm not "most people".
No? What sets you apart?

Is that... is that thing almost ready?

Yeah.
Ben?

What sets you apart?

I don't need to discuss this
with a psychiatrist. I'm fine.

MACHINE BEEPS
I need that Aramine in now.

What's going on?

His BP is dropping. The Aramine
should bring him back up again.

Is this a side effect
of the dialysis?

Yes, uh, it can bring on
hypertensive episodes.

Sometimes they're quite small,
sometimes more significant.

Simon's is quite significant.

Right.

Has his kidney function improved?

No, not really.
MACHINE BEEPS

500 mics of atropine.
Why is his heart rate so low?

His BP's bottoming out.
These things tend to go hand in hand.

His heart now.

Ah, Frank.
Yep.

This is Angela White.
Hi.

Yeah, she's very keen to see Ben.

Uh, this is Dr Campion.
He's the head of the department.

Yeah, and we're still treating him.
You know what's happened?

Yes, Angela has the details.
Uh-huh.

What relationship are you to Ben?

Um, we were engaged
but we separated a month ago.

His idea, not mine.

Oh, that must've been quite a blow.

I can't believe he's... lost a leg.

He's always been so active.

Footy, soccer, skiing.
He was into it all.

Well, he'll... need a lot of support
from family and friends.

I'll do what I can but I don't know.

I thought things
were great between us

but then all of a sudden he just...

..said it wasn't working for him.

Oh. But you're still friends?

Not exactly.

Is this why I can't see him,
because we're not engaged anymore?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's just that there's a specialist
with him at the moment.

He won't be long.

OK. This way.

There. How's that pain now?

It's manageable, yeah. Thanks.

Ben, some people say that after
they've lost someone they love,

that it felt like losing a limb.

Have you ever heard that?

I have.

And the grief process,
although it's always unique,

it can have similarities.

Denial, anger, bargaining.
The seven steps, right?

Yeah. There can be clear stages.

There are some good
peer support groups for amputees.

(Groans)
Do you need a doctor?

No, I'm alright.
I never thought it'd hurt this much.

(Gasps)

What do you mean?

Hospitals. I thought they could
make anything pain-free these days.

Well, you just had major surgery.

What were you expecting
of the hospital experience?

Honestly, it's not something
I've thought about a lot.

No?

I don't want to talk to anyone
right now. I just need the rest.

OK. We can do this later.

No, I don't need you. I'm fine.

I just want to get better
and go home.

You know, anything you say in here

won't be judged or criticised
in any way.

You can be...

..afraid, angry, resentful.

You don't get it, do you?

I wanted this.

DAN: You what?

Sorry.

You wanted this?

I know... it sounds weird.

You think?!
Dan.

I'm s...

You did this deliberately?

Is that what you're saying?

That's what I'm saying.

So this 'accident' was deliberate?

Meticulously planned.

So he's suicidal.
I don't think so.

Then what is it?
I don't know.

I need to spend
some more time with him.

Schedule him to a Psych unit.
You'll have all the time you want.

He doesn't need scheduling.

Um, he dropped a car
onto himself deliberately.

You don't think that's
a little bit... (Whistles)

Well, does he seem unbalanced
or irrational to you?

Well, now that I know
what he's done, yeah.

Are you going to be OK
to continue nursing him?

Goldman will be fine.
Yeah.

If he thinks we're judging him,
he'll just shut down.

No, I won't say a word.

Listen, we're babysitting
his ex-girlfriend.

She wants to see him.
What do we tell her?

Nothing yet. She'll have to wait.

Well, maybe she knows
that he planned the whole thing.

I don't think he's discussed this
with anyone until now.

I need to get back to him.
Wait a minute. What do we do?

How do WE treat him?
Manage pain. Control infection.

You know, doctory stuff.

Yes, Your Majesty.
Hmm.

I had to lean on St Christopher's
goodwill once or twice.

For a pair of raging atheists,

you and your father have more than
a big toe in the Christian camp.

The medal was his.
He gave it to Simon years ago.

(Sighs) When...

You've had contact with my father?

When Simon was a baby,
Stanislaw used to visit a lot.

That'd be right.

Stuffed up as a parent,

so he thought he'd have a go
at playing grandpa, did he?

He came back from the war
shell-shocked and depressed.

He was in no fit state
to raise a family.

I don't need the history lesson.
I was there.

At least he stuck by you.

(Sighs) Laura,
I think it's about time

I took a step back from all this.

What?

Well, it's probably best if you deal
with the specialists from now on.

You're walking away...

..again.

I'm not expecting you to understand.

Explain it to me, then.

(Sighs)

I've always seen myself...
with one leg missing.

I mean, rationally,
I knew it was attached to me.

But up here...

..it always felt like
an alien appendage.

How long have you felt like this?

Since I was little.

Most people with your condition
have a triggering event.

Did you see something that
started you thinking this way?

A film or a picture?

I was six. (Chuckles)

My dad took me
to the Anzac Day march.

The soldiers parading
with one leg missing.

I thought they looked perfect,
fully formed.

That must've been
a profound experience.

Hmm. Went straight home and strapped
my leg up so I could look like them.

And for years, it was enough
just to do that, but...

As you got older?

I needed to stop pretending.

So here I am.

But you could've died.
I did a lot of research.

I knew how long
to leave the weight on it.

How long to hold off
calling the ambulance.

What about the pain? How could
you put yourself through THAT?

Believe me, it was worth it.

Ben, what do you see now?

Perfection.

Dorothea, your blood tests
and X-rays are both clear.

So I have to agree with Dr West.
You have haemorrhoids.

Now, do you eat a lot
of fresh fruit and vegetables?

It's good fibre
and, uh, it will help.

And drink lots of water.

Why do people with young bladders
always tell people with old bladders

to drink more water?

I can organise someone to come and
talk to you about continence issues.

Oh, get out of here.

If you have any other questions,
just let me know.

Bigger bunch of incompetents
I've never met.

Mrs Louden, you can get dressed
if you like. You can go home.

You can't wait to get rid of me,
can ya?

Well, no, I just assumed you'd
want to leave as soon as possible.

You know I've got cancer.
You all do.

You just won't admit it,
because if you did,

you'd have to look after me, and
you don't want to do that, do you?

You want me to go home
and die alone.

Wait till my son hears about this.
Well, you know what?

You can call him
when you get outside, Mrs Louden.

Turn your phone off now.

He said I should have an MRI.

You don't need an MRI.
You need a suppository.

Garth? Yes, I'm still here.

No, they still refuse
to make the diagnosis.

OK. Give me the phone.

It's not even turned on.

FRANK: You scheduled him yet?

Ben doesn't need scheduling.

He suffers body integrity
identity disorder.

(Snorts)
From what?

It's a condition where an individual
experiences the persistent desire

for their body to match
an idealised image.

Pure psycho babble.

It's not unlike anorexia nervosa
giving a person

a distorted image
of how fat they are.

Ben didn't feel
he should have two legs,

so he took action
to make his body 'right'.

And you don't think that's worth
a little rest in a psych unit?

He's already treated it, Frank.
The amputation was the cure.

(Scoffs) Some cure.

It's well-documented.

There's thousands of people
who suffer from it.

Schedule them all.

Oh, by the way, the girlfriend...
ex-girlfriend... is still waiting.

What do we tell her?

I don't think we need
to give her anything

other than his medical status.

What he tells her is up to him.

Ben, you have a visitor.

How did you know I was in here?

Someone from the hospital
called work.

They were looking
for the next of kin.

How did it happen?

One minute I was changing a tyre,

the next minute I was in here.

Apparently I dialled 000,
but I don't remember.

You're lucky to be alive.

(Groans)
Are you OK?

Why do I feel so sick?

When tissues in your body
are damaged as badly as yours were,

they release toxins
and that affects your kidneys.

(Groans)
How bad is it?

We'll have to wait
for the blood results

to see how much damage
has been done.

Kidney damage?
Mm-hm.

Ben...

You didn't have to come in.

You don't mind, do you?
No.

It's good to see you.

You don't, um, want me here, do you?

I didn't say that.

You, um,
expecting someone else?

The, um... new girlfriend.

There never was anyone else, Angela.

Well, then, why?

I never understood.

I thought I needed space.

And now that you have it,
how does it feel?

Lonely. I missed you.

I know I've got no right to say that.

No, you don't.

At least you're not stuck
with a guy with one leg.

That hasn't changed who you are.

It wouldn't make
a bit of difference.

Do you mean that?

Oh, God...

Of course I do.

Hey.

Hey.

(Cries)

I don't want to be here.

And you don't want me here either.

ERICA: Come on. That's not true.
It is.

I'm just a pain in the bum to you.
Pun intended.

Hello, Mrs Louden. I'm Von.

I've just been speaking
with your son.

He's sorry, but he can't get here
until he finishes his shift.

Well, that figures.

Hardly a high priority in his life.

He seemed very concerned about you.

Yeah. He always does.

That's where the concern ends.

He probably is just busy.

After everything I've done
for that boy.

What, do you think he owes you?

I miss having him around, you know?

Someone I can care for.

I'm used to being part of a family.

I... I can go for days
without speaking to a soul now.

Well, have you spoken to your son
about how you feel?

Well, that bastard suggested
I get a pet!

And I'm... I'm allergic to cats.

Dogs are all tongue and slobber.

So what does that leave me with?

A goldfish or a bloody budgerigar.

I... I just... I want things
the way they used to be.

I want my son at my table
asking me for seconds.

And I want... I want to have
a few laughs together watching telly.

But no-one... no-one
can bring that back, can they?

(Sniffs) I don't want to be alone.

I... I hate it.

I want to call work
and let them know you're OK.

Hmm? Everyone was so worried.

Thank you.

So, what's next in the process?

They'll start you up on some physio
in the next two to three days.

How soon can I get
a prosthetic leg fitted?

You want a prosthetic?

Of course I do.

Sorry if this sounds like
a stupid question

but doesn't,
like, getting a fake leg -

doesn't that defeat the purpose?

I thought you wanted everyone
to know that you're an amputee?

I still have to get around.

Have I done something to offend you?

You shouldn't be worried about me.

I'm sorry?
How can you lie to her like that?

I've waited most of my life
for the courage to do this.

You really think she would've
supported my decision?

And now you're going to let her
back into your life based on a lie.

I was never expecting her to be here.
That was never part of the plan.

But here she is.
Wanting to be with you.

I know. And I'm blessed to have her.
Mmm.

But what if I try to explain it
to her and she walks away?

Then you'll know
how she really feels.

That's easy for you to say.

I can't do it.

I mean, you're a nurse

and you're looking at me
like I'm some kind of freak.

No, no, no. You're not a freak.
You're a self-obsessed bastard.

Whoa, Dan.
Yeah?

Your shift is over.

What?!
You can go home.

I...
Now.

BART: Hey.

Von told me what happened
with Dorothea.

Is she OK?
She's just lonely.

It's hard to go from having
someone around to being on your own.

Yeah, I guess it would.

Which reminds me -
what are you doing this weekend?

Well, it's just, er...

There's someone I'd like
you and Dan to meet.

Really?

Hey, you don't have to
sound so surprised.

Sorry.

I thought maybe
we could go for dinner.

The four of us.

I'd love to but if it's
a double date you're after,

you've come to the wrong place.

Dan and I split up.

What? Why?

He said that he needed space.

And you know what that means.

Needing space might just mean
needing space.

He must have his reasons.
None he could tell me.

You've got to talk to him.
I tried.

Try harder.
It's in his hands.

VON: Ready?

You know, I was thinking -

if I were to get a pet,
it'd have to be a cat.

I thought you were allergic to cats.

Oh, well, I might
have been exaggerating that.

I thought I could just
pop out to the RSPCA shelter

and see what strays they've got.

Good idea.

Who am I kiddin'?
I don't want some stray.

I want something... nice.

Yeah, but you do know

that getting a pet's
not going to solve all your problems?

It will help.
Something for you to do.

But the only one who can get you
out of the doldrums is you.

Now, I would say, Dorothea,

you are a pretty formidable force
when you want to be.

So why are you relying on
everybody else to make you happy?

You're better than that, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

I certainly am.
Your medications.

Tidy your hair, for goodness sake.

You could be quite pretty
if you made the effort.

Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

GABRIELLE: How'd the interview go?

Word's got around
that I walked from the last job.

Well, you did.

Yeah.

Look, something will come up.
Don't worry.

I can't wait.

I need a job, Gabby.

I left a perfectly good one
back home.

So... going to head back there.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

It's hard to avoid the pub when it's
the only thing left open after six.

Going home doesn't mean
going back to bad habits.

I've come too far for that.

Yeah. You have.

I don't know why I bothered.

If I'm going to be unemployable,
I might as well be tanked up.

Yeah, that's the attitude.
Absolutely.

Frank wasn't interested
in re-hiring you?

I can't blame him.

I screwed up.

You could always try again.
Show him you mean business.

I do have some leverage, I suppose.

What do you mean?

I overheard Frank
telling a grieving widow

that her husband died
because of hospital negligence.

I'm pretty sure he wouldn't
want that getting around.

You're going to try and blackmail him
into giving you a job?

Steve, he'd never trust you again.

Look, just talk to him. OK?

Try it again.
Try it without the blackmail.

Show him you're serious.

When the rack's fully loaded
with bedpans,

it has a tendency
to lurch forward...

There you go.
The whole lot comes tumbling down.

Leaving you in the poo.

Nice one. You're smiling.

I was getting worried.
Were you?

I'd only date a girl
who had a sense of humour.

She'd need one to go out with you.

Not bad.

Fix the rack. Yeah, that rack.

Definitely thawing.

Hey, bud.
Hey.

Bit keen for your first day here.

Is she your girlfriend?

No.

But I doubt she's going
to be yours either.

You never know your luck
in the big city, do you?

MIKE: They're saying
he needs a transplant?

The urologist said his kidneys

have been irreversibly damaged
by the infection.

He's never been sick in his life.

He doesn't drink.
He doesn't take drugs.

It's so unfair
this is happening to him.

Instead of to me, you mean?

Look, Laura, let's just
keep this in perspective.

He'll go on dialysis
until you find a donor.

Yeah. In and out of hospital
three times a week.

And we both know the chances
of him finding a kidney are slim.

Unless we find a live donor.

I'm not even
the same blood type as him,

so there's no way I'd be a match.

Now, wait just a minute...
You are the same blood type.

You want so desperately to believe
you're a better man than your father?

Now's your chance to prove it.

Do whatever tests are necessary to
find out if you're a suitable donor.

Gabrielle will snap your fingers off

if she finds you fooling around
with her desk.

Simon's in end-stage renal failure.

Laura wants me to donate a kidney.

How about that?

(Exhales)

So, are you going to?

There's no guarantee
that I'd be compatible.

Well, even if I was,

how am I supposed to survive
post-op pain without morphine?

I hardly know the guy. I mean...

He hates my guts.

Probably with good cause.

Probably.

Are you going to do it, then?

No.

Well, at this stage I'm just
agreeing to the compatibility tests.

Chances are I won't be a match.

But if you are a match?

I'll pop into the ward tomorrow.

See how you're getting on.
Thank you.

I'll make sure he's looked after.

What a remarkable case, eh, Doc?

Yes. I might even
write up a paper on it.

So what's going to happen
when he decides

he doesn't like the look of his
other leg and chops it off as well?

That's not going to happen, Frank.

You want a bet?

Was that
the identity disorder patient?

Don't you start.
It's fascinating.

Yes, it is.

We have no qualms

about people wanting
bigger tits or smaller noses.

How's it different?

There is a world of difference

between a procedure
done by trained physicians,

and his brand of home butchery.

Well, he was desperate for help.

But it's illegal
to cut off a healthy limb.

With good reason.

Frank, surgeons across Australia
will line up to take your money

for liposuction or penis extensions.

But he was faced with the choice
of dropping a car on himself,

or using a chainsaw or a shotgun to
get his body the way he wanted it.

His girlfriend should know

what kind of a lunatic
she's getting involved with.

And I suppose you'd break
all the rules and tell her?

(Knocks on door)

Come in.

I think you may well be right
about Frank Campion.

Go on.
I spent more time with him today.

No doubt that was a joy.

He's so arrogant, even by
head of department standards.

Yes, he seems to think he should be
running the whole hospital.

Why are you so sure it was Frank
who talked to the widow?

Because I know it had to be
someone from the ED

and I doubt anybody else there
would be so professionally reckless.

He thinks he's infallible.

Now, you think you can get
what we need from him?

If he did do it, I'm sure I can
get him boasting about it, yes.

Then welcome aboard.

Thanks for agreeing to see me.

No worries. I don't know what you
hope to achieve by it, though.

My job back, I hope.

We talked about that, mate. I told
you to go and find a job elsewhere.

I've tried that already.

Alright. You give me one good reason
why I should take a risk with you.

Well?

I need a job. Simple as that.

Come on - you've been off the grog
a minute and a half

and off my Nursing Unit Manager
not much longer than that.

She'd be kicking your arse
if she heard you say that.

How can I ask her to work with you?

It was her idea for me to come back,
try to get you to change your mind.

Really?
Yeah.

DAN: Ricky, hey.
I need to talk to you. Please?

Please? Can I just talk to you?

I've been a complete idiot.
Really, I've been a complete idiot.

But I have got a reason.

Yeah? Well, I'm waiting.

I've started the Hep C treatment.

I was worried that the side effects
would change how you felt about me.

So you dumped me to save me?

Gee, that's nice.
No - to save us.

By breaking up?
Yes, by breaking up.

Ricky, please...
Don't...

OK. I'm not. Just...

I, um...

I just want to get better.
I don't want to lose you.

I'm really worried
that's what's going to happen.

Well, it's already happening.
No.

You keep on making all of these
decisions by yourself,

like you're the only one
in the relationship.

Ricky, please don't do this. Please?
Dan, I can't... Don't.

No. Rick, Rick, Rick.
Don't.

Please, can we just talk about it?

Everything OK here?
Everything's fine, mate.

OK? Everything's cool.

No. Can you walk me
to my car, please?

Rick?
Sure thing.

Ricky.