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(Grunts)
Hey?

You shouldn't say that.
Ease up.

Please.

SCREAMING
Problem solved.

NEWSREADER: And in breaking news,

police have surrounded
a suburban house

thought to be the hiding place

of those responsible for
the drug robbery and explosion

at All Saints
Western General Hospital

earlier this week.

Mitchell Atherton is on the scene.

They found 'em.

MITCHELL ATHERTON:
Police were alerted to the location

in the early hours of this morning

after media calls for help
in tracking down the men.

Tactical Response Units are on site.

A police negotiation team...
Come on. Let's go.

So, far all attempts to make contact
with those inside have failed.

But a police spokesperson indicated

that they're confident of
a resolution to the situation

within the next couple of hours.

Hey! Hey!

I don't know about you,

but the last thing we need is
to be revisiting any of that.

So, come on. Let's get back to work.
STEVE: OK.

We've got incoming.
Anyone know where Frank is?

Admin summoned him.

That's not good.
No. Not at all.

GABRIELLE: Are you coming?
In a minute.

Today because of a lack of security,

people died.

Because of a simple lack of caring
and compassion, people died.

As soon as these drugs
get out on the street,

more people will die.

And I tell you now,

the hospital administration
is to blame.

Well?

I tell you what, TV does
pack the kilos on one, doesn't it?

This isn't a joke!

The Minister for Health
and the hospital board are furious.

And it's all coming down on me!

Oh, you poor thing.

That statement

was a direct contravention
of the confidentiality agreement

you signed as part of your contract.

That statement was long overdue

and you'd be hard-pressed to find a
single word of it that isn't a fact.

Consider this an official warning,
Campion.

Duly noted.

And just so we're clear,

the second I get one shred of proof
that you're responsible

for leaking details of
a patient's death to his wife,

you can kiss your job goodbye.

I'm wondering, after all the trouble
this hospital's been through lately,

who the hell would want to
replace me.

Well, perhaps Zoe Gallagher
would be interested in a promotion.

Just a thought.

ELEVATOR BELL DINGS

So, you have a nice chat
with our illustrious leader?

(Presses button repeatedly)

What were you expecting - pay rise?

(Groans)

What have we got here?

Unknown male.
Victim of an apparent assault.

He was semiconscious
when we arrived.

Did we get anything out of him?
He was incoherent when we got there.

Pupils were unequal but reactive.

Ready to transfer? OK.
On my three. One, two, three.

(Groans)

Can you tell me your name?

(Moans)
Can you tell me your name?

That's alright.
Yeah, yeah, you've hurt your head.

Don't you worry. You relax.
We'll take care of that for you.

(Screams)

No, no. It's OK. It's OK.
You're safe here.

(Pants)

I want morphine. 5mg IV.

I'll put a cannula in
and do the bloods.

Urgent head CT. Full trauma series.
Yep.

We've got a head injury here,
alright.

(Pants)

I'm so sorry... (Hiccups)
..to trouble you with this.

But if I can't get rid of these...
(Hiccups) ..bloody hiccups,

I'll go mad.

How long have you had them for?
Eight... (Hiccups) Eight days now.

Eight days? Constantly?

I've tried everything... (Hiccups)
..I can think of to get rid of them.

But they just won't go!

I tried doing some reading
on the Internet.

I know you can't
believe everything you read

but there were some things
listed on a website...

(Hiccups) ..on a medical website -

serious things like tumours
that could... (Hiccups)

..explain why I've had them
for so long.

Well, it's probably
nothing to worry about.

Your blood pressure is normal
and your pulse is good.

OK, who's next?
Katherine is.

(Hiccups)

Er, the hiccups
for the past eight days.

Ba!
(Hiccups)

That must be driving you nuts.

OK, let's have a doctor
have a look at you. Come on through.

Good luck.
Ta.

(Hiccups)

(Hiccups)
Eight days.

I wonder how many hiccups
that actually comes to.

BUZZ!

There's been no progress so far
on gaining entry to the premises.

Laurence Mackinley?

And with over $1 million
worth of drugs involved,

police are aware that they're dealing
with potentially desperate men.

Attempts to contact those inside
have...

GUNSHOTS
MAN: Everybody down! Shots fired!

That was gunfire.

It's unclear
if that was from the police

or from the men inside the house.

But shots have been fired.

(Hiccups)
And it hasn't stopped at all.

Not for one... (Hiccups) ..minute.

Do you remember
when it started exactly?

Not exactly, no. (Hiccups)

I didn't take much notice
at the time.

I thought I'd eaten my lunch too
quickly or... (Hiccups) ..something.

Do you work, Katherine?

But I haven't been in
for a couple of days now.

Boss isn't too thrilled
with a receptionist

who can't even answer the phones
without... (Hiccups)

Oh, this is so stupid.
No, it's not. It's...

OK, well, we'll get you into a gown
and we'll run some tests.

You think it might be
something serious?

Probably not. But it's been going on
too long to ignore.

So we'll do a chest X-ray,
full bloods and an ECG, thanks, Dan.

Sure thing.
(Hiccups)

Are you taking any medication?
No.

Any other medical conditions
we should be aware of?

I haven't been to the...
(Hiccups) ..doctor in years.

Now the hiccups land me

in an emergency
de... (Hiccups) ..partment.

Go figure.

We'll sort it out. OK?
I really... (Hiccups) ..hope so.

(Groans)

Is that hurting you?
(Moans)

Yeah. We'll get that
cleaned up in a second.

Already on it.

Vlasek, you'd better have
another look at that c-spine.

He's not answering
any of my questions.

C-spine's clear.
Collar can stay off.

Simple fracture of the forearms, so
we'll just need a back-slab on that.

And head CT's clear also.
Hmm. No blood.

No, which makes me wonder about
the disorientation,

speech difficulties and all that.

Er, Gabby,
what were his blood-sugar levels?

Normal. So were his ABGs.
But his CO2 is down.

Which could easily be explained
by his level of agitation.

Maybe it's just a concussion.
Yeah.

Or some kind of intellectual delay,
I don't know.

Well, without a name,
we're just guessing, aren't we?

So, 15-minute neuro obs?

Yeah. We'll do the head CT
in about three hours or so.

We have got a trauma incoming.

Can we move this patient into Acute?

Yeah. We'll do the back-slab
and suturing over there.

OK.

OK, mate,
we're just gonna move you, OK?

(Groans)
Whoa! OK! Whoa!

(Grunts)
Hang on.

It's got to be a head injury.

Well, I don't suppose we have
any choice but to wait, do we?

No word on Katherine's pathology?
No.

Finally.

Are you waiting on blood results too?

Only about three hours.
This is ridiculous.

How long are we gonna be stuck

sending our pathology
halfway across the city for testing?

Er, a while, I'd say.

You saw how much damage
the explosion did to our lab.

It'll have to be completely rebuilt.

At least they've cornered
the mongrels who did it, though.

Katherine's chest X-ray's clear.
We can rule out lung problems.

How's her ECG?
Looks good.

Right, so...it's just the bloods
we're waiting on, right?

Crap!

Mr Stewart, bed two.

I'm gonna have to increase
his heparin infusion by 3ml.

Can you do that?
Yeah.

Thanks. Cheers.

It's really shaping up
to be one of those days, isn't it?

Yeah.

I told you not to bring me here.
I heard you the first time.

You're lucky
I'm handcuffed to this bed.

I'm sure you recognise this one.
Yep.

(Screams)
Cops shoot him?

Get your bloody hands off me.
Shut up.

Clean wound through the shoulder.
Explosive exit site.

Mm-hm. Straight to Resus.

Are we gonna have
a media circus with this idiot?

I figured that'd be
the last thing you'd need

so I told the press we were
taking him to St Angela's.

Good on ya.

You've got to be joking.

Hey, Ricky. Miss me?

This is bullshit! Stay here.

Don't worry.
I won't tell your boyfriend.

Ricky.

Sorry. I need a nurse here.
Are you up to it?

Come and play with us.

Let me move your arm for you, mate.
(Screams)

Yep. No, look, I have...

What are you doing?
James Byrne is in Resus.

What?

The police - they shot him.

I'll handle this.

You keep Ricky out of there. Please.

Yeah, I said I'd handle it.

I'm not nursing him either.
I didn't ask you to.

Take a break.

No, I don't need to take a break...
Take one anyway.

And when I'm done with this, you
and I need to have a little chat, OK?

Just get Ricky out of there. Please?

He was complaining of
pins and needles in his hand.

What do you say, Ricky?
Will you stay and look after me?

I'll take over here.

Jack's got some neuro obs
need doing in Acute.

Thank you.

Oh, get Vlasek down here, will you?

Don't go.
We were just having some fun.

You did that on purpose, you bastard.

Better not do anything.
The cops are right there.

They're here to protect us,
not to protect you.

(Grunts) That bloody hurts!

Then keep still!

He's tachycardic. Sats are at 96%.

You want me in here, mate?

Can't tell ya,
I'd love to lend a hand.

Nah, mate, we've got this.
You go and help Quade and Beaumont.

I want something for the pain.

Yep. In a minute.
Now!

I would be happy to oblige

but unfortunately, a couple of
days ago, some people broke in here,

held us all hostage
and stole all our drugs.

So forgive me

if I'm a little slow on getting my
hands on anything to help that pain.

(Grunts)

BART: You should
think about getting up.

Yeah? Maybe you should.

Hey, we do have
breakfast waiting for us.

Mm-hm. We do.

Well, it cost a fortune.
It would be a shame to waste it.

Mmm, well, how about
if I promise to make it up to you?

You really are feeling better,
aren't you?

Mm-hm. No more talking.

That better be morphine
you're giving me.

Why don't you just give it a rest?

We don't want you here
any more than you want to be here.

You're going on
a little trip to surgery, James.

Not in this hospital, I'm not.

Got any relatives?

I need to know who to contact

in case anything should
happen to go wrong in theatre.

Vlasek...
Let me see.

When's the last time
I made one of those calls?

Oh. Yeah, of course.

The man you stopped me
from treating a couple of days ago.

I had to tell his wife he was dead.

I want another surgeon.

I'm sorry. You don't get to
give the orders today.

Let's do a CT on that shoulder
so we know what we're up against.

(Coughs) I told you,
I don't want you operating on me.

We can leave the bullet fragments
in place if you prefer.

Of course,
then infection will set in

and you'll end up
losing the entire arm.

But hey, your call, pal.

Shut up and do what you're told.

Von. Wait.

I've been trying to
catch up with you for days.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I've got patients to see.

That's alright.
It won't take a minute.

You walked out of the debrief
session the other day.

Mmm.

You didn't feel the need
to talk about what had happened?

And what about today -
having James back in here?

That's bound to bring up some
unpleasant memories. For everyone.

Well, I won't be
having anything to do with him.

OK. But if you change your mind...

I don't want to think about it.
I don't want to talk about it.

Sorry. I am busy.

(Hiccups)
Everything came back normal?

Everything, so there's
nothing more sinister here

than the worst case of hiccups
I've ever seen.

I suppose I should be
re... (Hiccups) ..relieved.

That doesn't stop 'em, right?

Isn't there... (Hiccups)
..anything you can do?

Well, yeah, there must be
something we can do.

Oh, thanks for your help.

No... No, we're not giving up.
We can...

No, it's OK. Really.

You're all under a lot of pressure.

I've seen the news reports
of what's happen...

Oh!
Oh! God. I've got you. I've got you.

Come on, back to bed.

Let's, um...
I'm just so tired!

I know.

(Hiccups)
Now, look, don't worry about us.

OK?

(Hiccups)
You just get some rest.

We're gonna work this out
over here, OK?

Please tell me you have
a miracle cure for this.

I wish I did, Dan,

but right now I'm more concerned
about her sleep deprivation.

There must be something we can do.

Well, there isn't, alright?!

What, we can bend over backwards for
someone who held us up at gunpoint

but we can't fix
a simple case of the hiccups?

I am doing the best that I can!
Well, it isn't good enough!

I know.

So what are you doing?

Well, hiccups are caused
by an irritation

to the phrenic or vagal nerves,
right?

If you say so.

So maybe a neurologist can shed
some light on how we can help her.

But otherwise a gastroenterologist.

Maybe some oesophageal problem's
to blame.

What do you wanna do today?
SHOWER RUNS

Go for a drive. Could be nice.
ANN-MAREE: Yeah, sure.

Or maybe we could go for a swim.

Yeah. That sounds good.

Whatever you like.

What do you want?!

I dunno. I thought we could
eat something first and then, er...

Look at this.

Police stormed the house
and arrested one of the men on site.

The other has been taken to hospital

with a gunshot wound
to the shoulder.

Turn it off.
No, I wanna watch.

Charges are expected to be laid
against both men later today.

Let's just forget we saw it, alright?
Bart!

What? What is it?

When that was going on,
when she had that gun to my head...

..you stood in front of me.

Just don't, OK?
Bart, I wanna talk about it.

I kept thinking about
how much you've done for me

and how you made me laugh

and how you've looked after me
when I'm scared and...

..and how awful it would be for you
if the cancer had spread.

Yeah, but it hasn't spread. Whatever
you're thinking, it's not an issue.

We just go outside...
Bart, I was gonna leave you.

I don't wanna hear that.

I love you, Annie.

You don't get to walk away from that.

Hey.

There you go. All done.

You feeling alright?
Lab results are back.

Thank you.
Anything I can do to help you?

No, we're fine, thanks.

No, we're not fine.

His haemoglobin's low
and his potassium's at 2.8.

How did that drop so fast?
I dunno. What's his urine output?

Er, 50ml to 70ml per hour.

No diuretics. No vomiting.

Nothing wrong with
his admission ECG.

Well, with potassium this low he
should be having cardiac arrhythmias

but he's not.

Which doesn't make sense.

Nothing about this guy makes sense.
He's ECT is clear.

We haven't been able to get
a sensible word out of him.

Is there any surprise that his
blood results are weird too?

Mmm.

Yeah, put up
30 millimoles of potassium IV

in a one-litre bag of fluid.

and we'll cross-match him for two
units of packed cells.

I just want them on stand-by
in case his haemoglobin drops.

What are you looking at?

Well?!

Er, Ricky?

What happened?

Um, I just need to
get some potassium for my patient.

What's going on?

Just...
I know.

Having him in there freaks me out
as well. Come here, hey?

Hey, you're shaking.

I'm so sorry. I'm just being stupid.
Shh!

Look, I'm sure if you wanna
take the rest of the day off

Gabrielle would understand.

Oh...
No, no, no. (Sniffs)

No. I'm just being a big girl,
that's all.

This is...
No, Dan!

Just leave it to the police. Just...
Please, just...

The cops should've
killed the bastard.

When do you want me to start this?

You can irrigate the wound
as soon as I've finished here.

What's that for?

We need to clean the wound
before you go up to theatre.

No way.
It'll lessen the risk of infection.

Think I'm gonna lie here
while you torture me?

It's standard procedure.

Never gonna happen.

What's his status?
CT scan's done.

BP's down.

The perfusion to the limb is worse,
as is his pain.

Then I'll see what I can do
about getting a theatre.

I thought you'd already done that.
Busy day.

Load him up on pain relief
before you irrigate the wound.

Mm-hm.
Yep.

Yeah. Mike Vlasek. I want a theatre.

As soon as you've got one free.
How long will that be?

Can I talk to you two outside?

Now.

What the bloody hell
are you all doing?

What do you mean?

We are not in the habit of
delaying treatment to a patient

or skimping on pain relief
just because we don't like him.

He shot a woman
in front of us, Frank.

Not to mention the people he killed
in the Pathology lab.

For Christ's sake, come on!
We're much better than that.

Go and irrigate the wound.

You get the pain relief
and you get him into theatre.

You got a problem with that?
No problem.

Well?

Nicely said.
Don't be too hard on them.

I need to talk to you.

Sorry, not now.
Yes, now.

In private.

(Mutters)

I'm concerned about Von.

She's obviously struggling to come
to terms with what's happened.

Aren't we all?

(Sighs) I think she's at real risk.

Trust me. Von is the last person
you need to worry about.

Should I be concerned about you?

You and Von both missed
the debrief session.

I was busy.

Mmm. Making statements to the media.
I know.

I had no choice.
There's always a choice, Frank.

Oh, come on!
My team was held hostage at gunpoint.

People died and all
Oliver bloody Maroney can think about

is have I contravened
some pathetic clause in a contract.

That is his job.

And my job is to save people's lives
and look after my people.

If he wants to sack me
because of that, good on him.

I'll sleep all the sounder
knowing I've done the right thing.

And have you done the right thing?

You know as well as I do
that nothing will change

unless somebody has the guts
to stand up and make it happen.

And if it costs me my job...

..so be it.

MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY
(Splutters)

There we go.
What the hell happened?

I've got no idea.

(Stops machine beeping)

He's on a heparin infusion.

Yeah, he's post-op
from the knee reconstruction.

Come in last night
with shortness of breath.

The pulmonary angiogram showed
multiple small emboli in the lungs.

He's been given a loading dose.
Why is he still on it?

'Cause the last bloods came back

with his APPT at 49,
so I increased the heparin.

Do you want protamine?
Five milligrams.

Want to talk to you now.
Hold this tight, mate.

The bleeding will stop in a second.

Why is this man still haemorrhaging?

I dunno.

You'll go back over
everything you did

and then come and tell me why I
shouldn't sack you for incompetence.

That's it. You're doing really well.

What is it?

Widened QRS complexes
and peaked T waves.

So it's a cardiac problem?
Oh, well.

Mate, do you have
a history of heart problems?

His BP's dropping. 89 on 55.

He's tachy and his sats are 89%.

Well, this is pretty much hopeless.

Without a name or a history
we're flying blind.

Why don't we run the bloods again?
Yeah, wait two hours for a result.

Jack!
Get him on his side.

It's gotta be a brain bleed.

Get diazepam.
Five milligrams. Hurry.

Jeez, what's going on with you,
mate?

If I die up there,
you know he's killed me.

He's gonna kill me, I tell you.
No-one's gonna kill you.

We'd rather see you rot in jail.

I want you right there the whole time
in the operating theatre.

What are you looking at?

Dan!
Dan! Hey! Get him outta here.

Get him out of my ED.

Look, Dan...
I'm OK.

I'm OK, really. I'm, er...I'm good.

I'm not talking about that.

You haven't been yourself since
you started your hep C treatment.

Oh, look, it hits hard for a couple
of days and then... (Sniffs)

You know the world record for the
longest case of hiccups is 68 years.

I looked it up, along with
every other remedy I could find.

Enough. Enough.

We need to do better
at managing your medication regime.

What does that mean, exactly?

It means that you need to be
sensible about working

when the side effects
are at their worst.

All I'm asking is that you tell me
when you take the injections.

I will work the roster so you get
a couple of days off afterwards.

You shouldn't have to do that.

Well, I can't ignore
the fact that you're struggling.

The only other option is for you
to take a couple of months off.

But I don't wanna lose you.

I don't wanna lose me either.

We got a deal, then?

Yeah, we have a deal.

OK.

Hmm. Peanut butter. Works for me.

Hey...

You know that I'm just trying
to get better? You know that?

Yeah?
Yeah, I know.

Scan's done?
Yep.

You're not gonna like the results.
(Groans)

Is this our John Doe?
Yes. He had a seizure.

Eh?

Oh...
Subdural haematoma?

Well, that didn't show up
in the first set of scans.

Well, that's not unusual.

A bleed that small
often doesn't show up for hours.

His potassium's low.

That should've been corrected by now.
Should've been? Why wasn't it?

Well, I did take a new set of bloods,
but they've gone to Pathology.

Could take forever.

His haemoglobin's low.

There's no signs of haemorrhage
from anywhere else

and I can't really explain
these cardiac changes.

Alright, let's get another blood gas
and a cardiac consult.

Maybe a head injury
isn't what we should be looking for.

Do you want another 12-lead ECG?

Yes, please.
Yep.

(Huffs) We're missing something,
aren't we, Frank?

Yes, we are. We certainly are.

Brain bleed this small
doesn't account for his symptoms.

(Hiccups)

OK, let's try the big guns.

Some smelling salts.
Oh!

Sorry.
(Hiccups)

I told you!

They just won't go...
(Hiccups) ..away.

One last try? OK?
(Hiccups)

Blow this up for me.

(Cries)

Please! No more! (Hiccups)

Oh, gosh. It's alright.

No, it's not alright.

I just wanna get some sleep.

(Hiccups)

Let's give her chlorpromazine,
25 milligrams.

That's some sedation.
(Hiccups)

Hopefully this will get
rid of the hiccups

and, if not, well,
at least you'll get some rest.

Thank... (Hiccups) ..you.

What does his latest ECG tell us?

Widened QRS segments
and peaked T waves.

and there's no evidence
of cardiac ischaemia.

OK, um, let's give him
10 units of insulin,

20ml of 50% glucose.

After you do that, give him
another ECG. Take another blood gas.

You come with me.

How the bloody hell did this happen?

Well, his potassium
was dangerously low, remember?

And now his levels
are dangerously high, so explain it.

I can't.

I stopped the infusion.

After the seizure there's still
300ml left in the bag

He didn't even get the full dose.
Just as bloody well.

You would've killed him.
Frank?

What?
Mate, I need you to look at this.

Have you fixed up
the heparin patient?

Yeah, yeah. The bleeding stopped.
I've retaken the bloods, but now...

Oh, for Christ's sake! You can't
handle a positive pregnancy test?

Everyone, come here.
I wanna talk to you all.

Erica!

Look, I know that today's been a bit
of a trial,

so if any of you don't feel that you
can do your jobs, please tell me now.

I will understand.

Fine.
Frank...

The pathology. It's the heparin
patient, Mr Stewart.

According to those results,
he's pregnant.

And it's been a while since I got
my degree, but a pregnant man...

..tells me there's
a screw-up in Pathology.

Bloody marvellous.

If those results are wrong,
then maybe they're all wrong.

Oh! I just started my John Doe
on a blood transfusion

and if that crossmatch is wrong...

Everybody get all your patients
off IVs, if they're on them.

Review them immediately.

SPLASH!

BART: Are you OK?

ANN-MAREE: Mmm.
Want to go back to the room?

No, I don't. (Laughs)

Actually, I was just thinking.

We should write a list of all
the things we wanna do together

so when we're old and grey, we don't
regret not doing more things

when we were young and gorgeous.

Hey, I have every intention
of still being gorgeous when I'm old,

thank you very much.

Alright. Then just keep
telling yourself that.

So, I thought we would start
with a little bit of bungee jumping.

You'll get detached retinas.
Oh!

Will you stop being a doctor
for one minute?

(Chuckles)
Alright. Can you think of something?

I don't know. What about riding
one of those mechanical bulls?

Oh... (Scoffs)
Let's ride a real one.

OK. I'm going to need
some pen and a paper.

Wait. You're going to get wet.

(Shrieks)

(Gasps)
(Snarls playfully)

No, Von, we've got no idea how many
if the results are incorrect.

OK. Thanks.

All my patients look clear.

Right, from this point on, we'll use
blood gases and blood sugars

to check every single result
that comes from that bloody lab.

And all treatment
needs to be checked

by Frank and myself
before it's started, understood?

Gotcha.

Where are you going?

Pay a little visit to Oliver Maroney.
Don't do that.

You're only going
to make things worse.

We got patients who are at risk of
dying because of an admin cock-up.

How worse do you think
things are gonna get?

While you're expending
all this energy

trying to get rid of Frank Campion,

there's an entire team down there

who still feel like
they're under siege.

I sympathise. I really do.

But there's little I can do for them
until we deal with Campion.

They need Frank right now.

Oliver, they're good people.

They're working
under the worst of conditions.

They're paid to do that. They'll
just do it without Frank Campion.

You're making a mistake.
And I don't want any part of it.

Tell me...

..what will happen
when your colleagues find out

that you've been working for me
all this time?

Are you threatening me?

By tomorrow morning,

every head of department
will have heard about this.

(Sighs)
Come on, Elizabeth.

He's a loose cannon.

He's not the incompetent hothead
you led me to believe he was.

Maroney, what kind of bloody circus
are you running here?

That lab you hired to take over
our pathology has stuffed up.

What?

We can't guarantee
any of their bloody results.

I would write you an incident
report, except that I know

that it would end up in the same
shredder as all my other reports.

Get out of my office, Frank.
I tell you.

If a single patient of mine
suffers any long-term damage

because of the incompetence
of your administration,

you will swing for it, not me.

Elizabeth?

I want him gone.

SIREN WAILS

Katherine's awake.
And?

She's still hiccuping.

I was hoping the sedation
would fix that.

Well, it didn't.
Well, I don't know what to suggest.

There are a million
so-called remedies,

all variations on things
we've already tried.

I mean, all of non-invasive ideas,
anyway.

Well, if I had been hiccuping
for a week,

I would be considering
the invasive ones.

Like rectal massage?
OK...

Maybe I could wait
a little bit longer.

If it keeps up, maybe we suggest,
I don't know,

a nerve stimulator,
surgical intervention.

It's just the bloody hiccups.
I know.

And you'd think we could snap our
fingers and just fix them, but...

Katherine, is it?
Hello.

I'm Von Ryan. Look, do you mind
if I try something?

Oh, please.

OK. I'll just take this off
for a sec.

This really... (Hiccups) ..works?

Well, not always, no, but, uh...

..it's a case of applying the right
pressure in the right place.

How's that?

Oh, my God. They've stopped.

Told you we'd fix it.
Called in an expert.

I don't believe it.
Thank you so much. (Laughs)

My pleasure.

Where'd you learn how to do that?

Don't...

Well, that's encouraging.

His sats are back up
and so is his potassium.

Good. Good.

Still doesn't really explain

why he's having so much trouble
communicating, though, does it?

(Man gasps)

Jack?
(Gasps)

(Groans)

What have you done?
Are you OK, mate? Mate?

What is...?

Oh, God.

You're deaf?

OK. Let's get you back in the bed.

James is alive and kicking
and no longer our concern.

Thought you might like to know.

Not so fast, Vlasek.

That was, uh...some nice leadership
you exhibited today.

Come on. You wanted to strangle
the bastard as much as I did.

That's not my point.
OK. What is the point?

Next time you come into my resus bay
with your personal agendas...

Please, Frank, I'm not
in the mood for another lecture.

Tough titty,
'cause you're going to get one.

No, no, no. I've got a glass
of scotch with my name on it.

Listen, Mike.
He'll get what he deserves.

It's not up to us to punish him,
no matter how much we may want to.

I know that.

Where are you going?

You're going to check on him,
aren't you? Frank.

He looks a lot less frightening
like that, doesn't he?

I could almost feel sorry for him.

I can't.

No, it's not something
that's easy to forget, is it?

Having a gun waved in your face.

You OK?

I've never hoped that somebody would
die on the operating table before.

Wrong thing to say, but...

..it's the truth.

Listen, um...

..I know you didn't hang around
for the debrief.

I was thinking
if you want to talk to someone,

you could do far worse
than talk to Elizabeth.

No, I don't want to talk to anyone.

Is there anything I can do?

Do you mean that?
Of course I do.

I haven't been sleeping well.

Could you give me a prescription?

Hmm.

Hmm.

Isaac. I'm Erica.

We're sorry we didn't work out
your hearing impairment earlier.

We didn't realise
you were trying to lip-read.

Isaac, you don't use sign language?

Is there someone we can call for you?

Let them know you're here?

Can I get the number?

Isaac, I need to explain to you
what's been happening to you.

You had a small bleed on the brain.

But it's under control.

We need to keep you in hospital
for a few days

to make sure it stays that way.

And...also need to tell you

that there was a mix-up
with your blood results.

And that's why you've been
feeling so bad.

I gave you the wrong medication.

But that's all been fixed,
so you'll be fine.

The police will be in
to take a statement, OK?

Um, can I take that?
I'll be back in a minute.

I am really starting to lose faith
in the human race.

You know, with everything
that's been happening around here,

I'm surprised you've got
any left to lose.

Yeah, well, they beat him up for
his wallet. They could've killed him.

So could've we.

How are we travelling?

Fine, no thanks to you.

What are you whingeing about now?

You go upstairs
and yell at Oliver Maroney?

Now our budgets are being rejected

and our rosters
aren't being approved.

(Scoffs)

It's not funny.

They will continue to squeeze us
if you don't stop this fight.

We can't cave, Gallagher.

No, YOU can't cave.
Your ego won't let you.

I'm not the only bloody head of
department who hates Admin's guts.

You think you have allies
in other departments?

Who, Frank?

Name one that you haven't abused,
called incompetent,

or accused of outright negligence.

Vlasek.

Yeah, alright. Point taken.

You should try to make some friends.

The way you're carrying on,
you'll have none left here.

Al-bloody-right.

Yeah, I thought we'd
missed something, but then

Von just swoops in, does
a little bit of... (Clicks)

..and then, problem solved.

A bit of acupressure, Dan.
No big mystery.

You didn't think of it.
Mmm.

One incident report
on the Pathology screw-up.

My overtime sheet's signed
and I'm out of here.

Listen, mate, I jumped down
your throat earlier on.

The day's been a bugger for us all.
Let's hope they sort it out soon.

God knows how many people
have been given the wrong treatment.

The wrong diagnosis...

Ann-Maree's biopsy went to that lab.

What if her results are wrong too?

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to call them,
let them know what's going on.

It can't wait?

Well, they're on holiday.
Don't spoil it.

Yeah, she's right, Jack.

Give them a couple of days peace
before you drop the bombshell.

It's not that simple.

If those results are wrong,

then Ann-Maree might have
a secondary cancer right now.

BART: Yeah.

Thanks for letting me know.
I'll take care of it.

Hey, do you mind if we skip
the dinner thing? I'm a bit tired.

Can you come here?

Oh, it's OK.

I just thought it might be nice
if we just watched a movie.

You know, snuggled up...

Annie, please. I need to talk to you.

Who was on the phone?

Jack.

The doctor who did your biopsy.
Yeah, I know who he is.

Why is he calling?

There's been some sort of mix-up
with Pathology.

What's it got to do with us?

What...what has it got
to do with us?

Annie, we've gotta go home.

Now.

No...

And you need to be retested
to see if the cancer's spread.

No... (Sniffs) No.

I'm so sorry.

No!

(Gasps)

I knew it was too good to be true.

(Cries)