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You can go if you need to.

(Groans)
Don't worry about me.

Marry me.

Yes.
(Laughs)

You lay off my team,
I'll give you this.

What is it?
My resignation.

Oh, crap!

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Damn it!

Oh, crap!
Hey, is Erica ready?

You mean my fiancee?
Oh, I like the sound of that.

I like you liking the sound of that.

Yeah, and I like the sound

of not getting my head chewed off
for being late,

so can we please go?

You like it?
It's so beautiful.

Yeah?
Come on! Stop kissing!

Let's roll!
Go, go, go, go!

Um...
Hey, excuse me, can I help you?

Are you OK?

Have you got a name?

About bloody time you lot turned up.

I have an excuse, Frank.

Everyone's got an excuse today,
it seems.

My 2IC's gone off on a management
seminar I knew nothing about.

There was a woman on Jack's car
licking his bonnet.

Yes, you've been waiting a long time
to use that, haven't you?

Well, it is true.
Ambos are bringing her in right now.

Do we have a name?
Oh, we couldn't get it out of her.

So what do we think
we're looking at?

She won't let us get close enough
to do an assessment

but I can't smell any alcohol so
it's probably drugs or a psychosis.

Hmm. She looks like
she's been living rough.

That's what we thought
but that cardigan - angora.

That's expensive.
Haven't you heard of op shops?

Yes, I have, but she's
got highlights. They're new.

Someone's been looking after her.
Bib and Bub here can work that out.

Subacute.

We got an abdo trauma incoming.
Yep.

This is Tim Spillane, 26.

Impaling injury after
falling off the roof of his house.

G'day, Tim. My name is Gabrielle.

I am light!
What's he taken?

Apparently he dropped some acid
this morning.

Breakfast of champions.
I am wind and fire.

What was he doing on the roof?
Oh, he thought he could fly.

Don't worry, mate.
We'll look after you.

Let's get him inside.
It's not wrong to hug a cloud.

What have we got?
GCS 12.

Distal pulse is present.
He's tachy and hypertensive.

How much blood's he lost?
About a litre.

Look upon me in awe and wonder.

That won't be a problem. Into Resus.
I am a prism.

How much morphine's he had?
Five milligrams.

Yeah, but it's not
the morphine talking.

Acid trip.
Got a large-bore cannula inserted.

He's on his second round of Hartmann.
Join me!

We can ride the light together.

Don't get an offer like that
every day, Frank.

Need a surgical consult.
Already travelling.

(Sighs)

FRANK: Squeeze my hands, Tim.

Good. Good man.
You can let 'em go now.

Can you feel the love
pulsing through me?

Well, I felt something.

Got a nice and easy one
for your first day back.

Oh. Thought it might be
a farewell gift for your last day.

What? Sorry, wha...

Whose last day?

Free from the shackles...
STEVE: Take it easy, mate.

Jaeger, keep your mind on the job.

We actually want this joker
to get out of here alive.

Pupils equal and reactive.
Equal air entry.

How are his obs?

Um, he's hypertensive.

He's tachycardic
and his temp is down a little.

May I?
Yeah, sure. Tim.

Tim. Hi. My name's Mike.

I'm gonna take a little look
at your stomach, OK?

Mikey, you must see with your heart.

Yeah, I'll try
and bear that in mind.

Can you feel that, mate?

I feel everything.

There's nothing to suggest
his limbs are being compromised.

Equal strength in both hands.

Has he had any X-rays?
No.

We'll get a portable in
and do a chest and spinal series.

And we'll need a full set of bloods,
group and hold.

I'll get another 16-gauge cannula in.

If all goes according to plan

we should soon have
you walking out of here, Tim.

I'd rather fly.

I just need
to take your blood pressure.

It'll only take... Hmm.

This is gonna take forever.
Keep trying.

It'd be easier if we knew
what we were dealing with.

When we get bloods, we'll have
some idea of what's going on.

(Groans)

Are you trying to say something?

(Grunts)

Hey, can you just
look straight ahead for me?

(Groans)

Can you open your eyes?
It's just a light. It won't hurt.

We're just trying to help you, OK?

If you let us do that
we can make you feel a lot better.

Oh, hang on.
What?

This bracelet caught up here.

It's an ID.
Her name's Margaret Coolage.

She has Huntington's.
Oh.

That explains a lot.
Yeah.

(Grunts)

Oh, it hasn't
gone all the way through.

Tim? Tim! Are you still with us?

I'm everywhere.

No real sign of any tenderness
in the spine.

Alright, let's roll him back again.

Arggh!
He's haemorrhaging.

The stake must've been
tamponading the wound.

His blood pressure's
about to go through the floor.

It was plugging the femoral artery.
Get onto the Blood Bank.

We need six units.
Yep.

Let me take that.
You hang a bag of O neg.

If I let go of the stake now,
he'll bleed out.

Let's just get that
portable X-ray in here.

If that knee isn't feeling better in
a couple of days, see your GP, OK?

Yep. Thank you.

(Grunts quietly)
Is everything OK?

I'm Erica.
Evan.

Why don't you come through?
I'll get a doctor to look at you.

I told the other nurse
I don't need to see a doctor.

I just need a prescription
for Chloratylin.

You have a skin infection?
Affirmative.

I looked it up on the Internet and
crosschecked a couple of websites.

That's the antibiotic I need.

Right.

Well, I need a doctor
to examine you first,

before we can prescribe anything.

We don't do corridor consultations.
Don't worry about it, then.

I'll be OK.
Oh, wait, Evan.

Wait. Why don't I quickly take your
temperature and your blood pressure?

Make sure there's
nothing else going on.

No, you don't have to do that.
I'll be...I'll be fine.

Come on, you're here now.
It won't take long.

Come on.

ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

ANN-MAREE: Hi.
You've called Ann-Maree and Bart.

We can't take your call right now

but if you leave a message,
we'll call you straight back.

Have a beautiful day.
MACHINE BEEPS

OK, Bart, if you're there,

please, please pick up.

(Groans)

Have you tried his mobile?

Went straight to MessageBank.

Hmm. OK, well, er, let me know
as soon as you hear anything.

(Quietly) Yeah.

Yep.

OK, so whereabouts is the infection?

Um, it's sort of around my stomach.

Right. Let's take a look.

No. Don't.

OK. We'll leave that to the doctors.

So it was your birthday
on the weekend?

My 21st.

Did you have a party?
Negative.

Oh, well, I got some e-cards

and a few people posted
video messages on my website.

Most of my friends
I know through my blog.

'Professor Algorithm'.

That's a catchy title.

What do you write about?

Debugging and troubleshooting
source codes.

I study computer programming.

Right.

That sounds interesting.

Well, your temp is high,

so it's important that you wait
around to see one of our doctors, OK?

Yeah, just ask for Jack Quade.

OK. I'll see you when you get here.
Dan?

Yes?
Looks like you have a friend.

Oh, no, Margaret.
No, you gotta go back to bed.

How are you going with those obs,
Dan?

Not good.
The daughter's on the way in, so...

Good.
What are we talking about?

Huntington's.

Girl I went to school with,
her father had it,

and he basically went from being
an elite athlete to, um...

Yeah, it's an awful disease.
Did your friend get it too?

No. But her brother did.

Oh, it's the worst part,
the chance of inheriting it.

Is there anything we can do
other than clean her up?

Er, no. We're just gonna
push some fluids through.

OK, I'll grab a bag of Hartmann's.

Charlotte, can you take a look
at a patient in Subacute?

Says he's got a skin infection
on his stomach.

How can I say no to that?

Frank, I'm going
over to Ann-Maree's.

Oh. Keep me posted.
Yep.

Hey, Bart.

What's wrong?

Annie died.
Four o'clock this morning.

She's gone.

She just went to sleep.

She was struggling so much...
just to breathe.

There was nothing I could do.

I was holding her
and then she was gone.

I should've done more.

You were there.
Yeah, what about now?

I mean, somebody's got to
take care of her.

May I ask where she is now?

I didn't know what she wanted,
who to call.

I had to pick a funeral director
out of the phone book.

We'll look after it. It's OK.
It's not OK.

I should know what to do. I...

I should've talked to her about this.
Bart, stop it.

Stop it.

Here.

She asked me to give you this.

(Grunts)
No, no. Come on.

Try and stay still for us, Margaret.

Come on.
(Groans)

(Groans)

You alright?
Yeah.

Are you sure?
(Groans)

We were celebrating, Dan,
last night.

Ann-Maree was dying
and we were drinking champagne.

Yeah, I know.

(Grunts)

Hey, Margaret, don't do that.

Margaret!
Um, you know what? That's alright.

OK.

We can't tell Bart
about the engagement, OK?

OK.

Bart?

We should've talked about it.

What's that?
What Annie wanted.

The funeral. The wake. Music.

Oh.
Instead of her having to...

It's not an easy conversation
to have, though, is it?

Hmm.

I didn't even try.

In the end,
she could hardly even sit up.

But she did this.

Is there anything I can do?

I gotta go.

At least let me call your parents.

No, I'll call 'em later.

There's things I gotta do.
Things that won't wait.

Homer?

I'm very, very sorry.

Thanks.

Hey, Bart! Wait up!

Just...um...

We just wanted to see how you were
doing, to say how sorry we are.

You know you can call us
any time you like.

Yep. Absolutely.

Anything you need.
Anything you need, darl.

Is that an engagement ring?

When did that happen?
I'm sorry.

We didn't... We just thought
today was hard enough.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare feel guilty
about loving each other.

Congratulations, mate.
I'm happy for you.

Thanks, man.

I just need ointment,
then I can get out of your hair.

I need to examine you
before I can prescribe anything,

and you have a few other symptoms
that I'd like to check out.

I'll come back another time.
Evan, wait.

How's it going?
I don't want to be examined.

It's just your stomach.
See, that's the thing.

What's the thing?

The infection isn't on my stomach.

It's...a bit...lower.

That's OK. It's nothing
we haven't seen before.

If you're worried, we'll have
a male doctor look at you.

I don't want anyone looking at me.
Can you say what it feels like?

Is it itching and burning?
And what does it look like?

Is there pus or is the skin raised?

Alright, look, what if
we take some bloods for testing,

and make sure that
that infection hasn't spread?

FBC, USC and ESR. And Evan, we will
get to the bottom of this. OK?

I'll be back in a minute. You OK?

OK.

(Groans)

Could be as simple
as a urinary tract infection.

It could be a botched
penis extension, for all we know.

Let's just see
what those bloods turn up.

But in the meantime,
that is beautiful.

(Giggles)
I need you to get him to relax.

'Cause he has to consent
to an examination.

No problem.
Thank you.

Hey, has anybody...

Oh, it's gorgeous. Has anybody heard
anything about Frank leaving?

BOTH: What?

Yeah. Apparently,
today is his last day?

He wouldn't make a decision like that
without telling anyone first.

Frank make a unilateral decision?
You're right. He'd never do that.

Huh. It can't be of his own accord.

He'd be lost without this place.

He has been walking
a pretty tight line with Admin.

Do you think he's been fired?

I can't imagine the E.D.
without Frank.

OK. Stand back.

Hold it, Vlasek.

Ready.

Nobody seems to know anything
about Frank leaving.

He's obviously trying
to keep it low-key.

We're clear.

Alright, let's get
this thing off me.

Thank you.
We need to get a FAST in here.

Yeah, what for? I can see there's
plenty of free fluid on the abdomen.

It's all over my boots.

Might be helpful to find out
where it's coming from

before we get him upstairs.

Want to make yourself helpful?
Put a central line in.

Mike.
Just do it. We need the access.

Somebody get me some trauma pads
and something to sit on.

Pushing a little hard, aren't we?

I've already got a mother.
Thanks, Frank.

So does this boy, and she probably
would like to see him again.

You're not ready for this.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Vlasek.
I started this. I'll finish it. OK?

Taylor, can I have a word?

How are your reflexes?

Well, thank you
for getting here so fast.

Well, no. Thank you for calling.

I was hanging out the washing,
and I came in,

and the door was open,
and I've been worried sick, so...

Has she done
this kind of thing before?

Twice. But not for this long.

And I've been petrified
that I'd lost her for good.

Come on. Let's lie back
down now, Margaret.

Mum!
(Groans)

I'm so sorry we haven't been able
to clean her. It's been difficult.

She's not hurt or anything, is she?

No. Well, we don't think so.
Where was she?

Uh, she was found
in someone's front yard.

(Sighs)

(Groans)
Mum, I'm here.

I missed you so much.

I should have been more careful.
I'm so sorry.

Mmm.

Theatre's ready for us.
Alright, let's get him moving.

Oh, shit.

Bleeding again.

He's in VF.
Bag him.

Charge to 360.

Stand down, Vlasek.
I can't let go or he'll bleed out.

We've gotta time this perfectly.
Time it any way you like.

If I whack him while you hold that,
you'll be thrown across the E.D.

So stand down.
OK, charged to 360.

Clear.

THUMP!

Still in VF.
Charging again.

MACHINE BEEPS

Charged.
Clear.

THUMP!

OK, we've got him back in sinus.
Right. Let's get him upstairs.

Again?

Easy does it.

You're not seriously thinking
of doing this operation yourself?

Why wouldn't I?
Because you can barely stand up.

What makes you think
you'd last six hours in surgery?

Same thing that makes YOU think
I'm answerable to you.

You right, Taylor?
Yeah.

Excuse me.

(Groans)

What?
Sorry about that.

We'll take it from here.
(Grunts)

Evan, we have your blood results.

Um, your white-cell count is high.
What does that mean?

It confirms
that you have an infection.

I told you that.

Evan, when did you first notice it?
A few days ago.

Did you do anything out of
the ordinary in the time before that?

I've gotta go.
My nan will be worried about me.

She hates it when I'm out
of the house for too long.

I'll call and tell her to come in?
No, don't do that. I'll just go.

Left untreated,
it'll only get worse, Evan.

I'll order something online
that'll fix it.

That's not the answer.

Do you have a camera on your phone?

Yeah, of course. Five megapixels.
Why?

Would you feel more comfortable

taking a photo of the infected area
for us?

No way. Not here.
What if you did it in the bathroom?

This way.

OK, Mum, we're gonna get cleaned up,

and then we're gonna
put our faces on.

You come prepared.

I learned my lesson
the first time she took off.

(Margaret grunts)
Bit of a mess?

It was a disaster area.

I was still finding stuff in her hair
for a week, wasn't I, Mum?

Mmm.

Do you mind me asking
why your mum's not in care?

(Grunts)
She used to be.

Dad put her in there.

He couldn't stand watching her
disintegrate in their own home.

But I took her out, and now
he doesn't talk to either of us.

Oh, that's a tough situation.

(Grunts)

She didn't belong in there with
all those old people waiting to die.

You're a spring chicken,
aren't you, Mum?

(Grunts)

You're very good with her.
Oh, it's not that hard.

She's always taken care of herself.

You know, the best make-up
and well dressed.

Bit of a clothes horse in your time,
were you?

She taught deportment for 22 years.

She just...revelled
in watching her students

grow comfortable within themselves
on any occasion

and they loved her for it.

They thought
she was just the most...

..eloquent and composed woman
they'd ever...they'd ever seen.

Evan, are you in there?

It's me.

What's wrong?

Evan?
Just leave me alone.

Is your pain worse?

No, it's not that.
What is it?

Did you take the photo for us?

It's too disgusting.
Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

You've done nothing wrong.
But I have.

And my nan's gonna kill me
when she finds out.

Forget about the photo, OK?

Just come out here and we'll
get your pain under control.

(Sighs)

Please?

What the hell was that?

That your idea of a parting shot?

That's my idea of patient's care.
Right.

So you take the most qualified
surgeon out of the equation.

You may be the most qualified,

but at the moment,
you are not the most capable.

You don't think you could have
handled that better?

For God's sake, I did what I had to.
If you don't like it, report me.

Maybe I'll get the sack.
Right.

So you're serious about going, then?

Yeah, it's a done deal.

If you listen very carefully,

you'll hear Maroney
chilling the Bolli as we speak.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll go overseas,
catch up with my daughter in Europe.

Frank.
Life is short, Vlasek.

So you think he'll just talk to me
because I'm a bloke.

Look, I don't know, Jack,

but he needs to be examined
and I'm running out of options.

(Sighs)
Thank you.

It's official - I rule.
Bloods from Margaret Coolage.

Ah, who is now Charlotte's patient.

Oh. It's official - I rule.

You will rule if you can do the
paperwork and get that to Pathology.

Yep.
OK, Dan. You wanted to see me?

Ah. Huntington's patient
being looked after by her daughter.

Any other family?
No.

She's really good
at looking after her mum,

but I just don't know how
she's coping at home.

Well, no. What's her name?

Natasha.
OK, give us a second.

I'll get some information together

and run through
some support options for her.

Ta.

Hi, Evan. I'm Jack.

Dr Beaumont tells me
you might want a bit of a chat.

No, I definitely don't.

Mm-hm.

Bit of a problem downstairs, I hear.

Look, I know that it might seem
a little bit embarrassing...

You don't know anything.

I do know that if you ignore it,
it won't get better.

You wouldn't understand. (Groans)
Hey, listen, mate.

You're gonna do yourself more damage.
Just let me go.

Why don't you take a seat?

I'm such a loser.
Hmm?

You know you've got more chance
of getting killed by terrorists

than getting laid
if you're a computer programmer.

And what does that have to do
with anything?

The odds get even worse
when you factor in

that I live
with my weirdo grandmother.

So I had to take drastic measures.
What do you mean?

What sort of drastic measures, Evan?

OK. Just let me have a quick look.

If I can see what's going on, I'll
be able to help you manage this pain.

Good man.

Can you close the curtain?
Yep.

Margaret!
My gosh, you look fantastic.

Um, OK,
I was gonna put these on you,

and then we can lie you down
and check your heart, OK?

Once we've done your hair, I think
we'll get on to those nails again.

It's always red.
Favourite colour?

Well, it's the colour of distinction,
according to Mum.

Oh.
Women of purpose wear red.

She believed it sent out
a subliminal message

that you are to be taken seriously.

Oh, and was she?

When she wasn't having a laugh.
(Laughs)

Dan.
Ah.

Natasha, this is our patient liaison
nurse that I was telling you about.

Hello.
Von Ryan. And this is Margaret.

Hello, Margaret. Look, I thought
you might need some help at home.

So I've put some information
together for you.

Thank you. I'm pretty well aware
of my options. But thank you.

Uh, are you still working?

Up until about three years ago.

But looking after Mum,
there's not much time.

Most carers find that.

May I ask - married, children?

No. It's just me and her.

Any extended family or close friends
who come in to help you?

I have an aunt from Queensland.

She comes down for about a week
in January.

That's all the support you get?

Natasha, have you been tested
for the Huntington's variation?

No.

The reason I ask is you may need
some support yourself at some point.

Yes. Thank you for the information.

It's bad, right?
Yeah, it's bad.

I knew it.

Um, I'm gonna have to organise
for a wound swab to be sent up.

And it's pretty important
that we start you on some antibiotics

and you should...

Don't.

I can't believe I did this.
I can't believe I was so stupid.

OK. Probably don't do that.

Listen, it might help me treat you
if, um...

..I know what happened
in the time leading up to...

..the infection.

No judgment.

My nan gave me some money
for my birthday and...

..I was meant to use it
to buy uni textbooks but...

..I used it instead
to see...someone.

Prostitute?

But I scrubbed myself
when I got home.

I kept scrubbing
until I could see blood.

OK, that's probably
how you got the infection.

It's better than getting
something else.

You used protection, didn't you?

Evan, I need you to tell me...

One of the bloggers on my website

said that sex is heaps better
without a condom.

So I paid extra
not to have to wear one.

OK.
Don't worry. I did my research.

I went to a place where women
are tested regularly for STDs.

And like I said,
I washed down there when I got home.

Really thoroughly.

So there's no way that I could have
caught anything...right?

Did you read that advice online?

Yeah.

OK. Well, you can't wash away
a venereal disease.

And you sure as hell
cannot wash away HIV.

SIREN WAILS

How does an intelligent 21-year-old

not know the dangers
of unprotected sex?

No, he knew.

It's just he chose
to take the advice

of some idiots from a chat room.

He must be terrified.

Yes, he is.

So, are you gonna start him
on a broad-spectrum antibiotic?

Yep.

As soon as you're finished
labelling those samples,

I'll be off to Pathology.

Done. Alright. I'll get
the antibiotics set up.

Horrible way
for your first time to go.

Hey. It's alright.

Sit forward.
Put your head between your knees.

That's it. Head between your knees.
Take a deep breath.

(Pants heavily)

Just breathe. Relax.

Any better?

Oh, I feel terrible.

I know. Look, we'll get
these antibiotics into you.

Then we'll get
a doctor back to see you.

When will I get my results?
Jack's hurrying them for you.

You must think
I'm a comp...complete moron.

No.

You don't have to lie.

We all know what it's like
to feel lonely sometimes, Evan.

I'm not lonely.

In fact, I've met a girl.

Well, I haven't actually
met her yet

but...we chat online a lot.

That's...great.

But it's not the same as getting
to know somebody face to face.

Yeah, but we use webcam.

Yeah, but in person.

I know.

The whole reason
why I got into this mess

is I didn't want to meet her
while I was still a virgin.

I thought I'd come across
too desperate.

Do you really feel like
a different person now?

I feel dirty.

No. You had sex.
There's nothing wrong with that.

That's not what Nan says.
She says it's the devil's tool.

Well, sex can be great, especially
if you find the right person.

How's that gonna happen?

Nan won't even let me
talk to girls on the phone.

Can I ask where your parents are?

They died in a car accident
when I was in primary school.

I'm sorry.

Since then,
it's just been me and Nan.

Well, you're 21 now, Evan.

Don't you think it's about time
you put some space

between both your nan
and your computer

and showed the world
what you've got?

Hey?

There you go.
That's better, isn't it?

How's it going?
Good.

I read the brochures. Thanks.

(Margaret groans)
Well, that's good.

So, er, anything of interest to you
that I can help organise?

No. We're fine.

(Grunts)

Natasha, it is necessary
that you look after yourself.

Now, it may be something
as simple as

Mum going into respite care
every now and again.

But you do need a break.

I don't want a break.
Well, you must be exhausted.

I don't want to talk about me, OK?

You do realise there is a 50% chance
of you getting this disease.

Of course I realise that.

Then let me put you in touch
with a support group.

Look, right now,
all I care about is Mum.

I do not want to worry

about whether every time
I trip over or lose my memory

that it's gonna be the onset of...

Look, please,
just leave me the hell alone!

I'm sorry.

(Grunts)
Sorry. Mum, please.

Hey.
It's alright. Shh. It's OK.

It's alright. It's OK.

Hey, Von. Von!

You heard from Bart yet?

No.

So the rumour's true?

When were you
planning on telling us?

I wasn't.

What's it all about, Frank?

I realised I'd become the problem
instead of the solution.

Come on.
You were always the problem.

Not anymore.

So, what? You're just going
to throw us to the wolves?

Don't be so melodramatic.

Admin's onside.

Everything's gone back to normal.

Problem solved.

Yeah.
Until someone picks a new fight.

So, can we expect a big, big speech?

You know, a huge thankyou
and good luck to your loyal staff.

No.

This is a mistake, you fool.

Did you hear our hippie friend
from Resus is out of surgery?

Is that right?
Yeah.

My far less qualified colleague
managed to extract the picket.

The guy's stable in ICU.

Well, he lives to fly another day.

Pity a few more people around here
don't do the same -

hang in there and fight.

Every dog must have its day, Vlasek.

Yeah, but I thought the old dog
might have a few tricks left in him.

Who is going to keep you in line
when I'm gone?

That'd be the new Director
of Emergency Medicine, I assume.

Yeah. Go easy on her, will you?

So, it's a done deal.
Zoe's got the job.

The announcement is imminent.

Can I go now?

Dr Gallagher!
You're an elusive woman.

Ha! Why is that?

I've been calling you all day.
Haven't you checked your messages?

Sorry. I've been in a seminar.
My phone was off.

Is everything OK?
You haven't heard the news?

Frank Campion has resigned.

What?

When did that happen?
Oh, does it matter?

He's finally seen sense.
That's the important thing.

Paperwork's waiting for you.

Paperwork?

Your appointment as the new head
of the Emergency department.

I thought you'd be thrilled.

I'm speechless.

I have to admit, I was too.

I thought Frank would put up
a tougher fight than that.

Still, it's the result we're after,
so I'm not complaining.

Huh.
Congratulations.

Evan's results back yet?

No.

Should be soon.

Hey, Jack, did you know
that Frank was leaving?

What? No. What?!

Mmm. You can bet Zoe's just champing
at the bit to jump into his grave.

She would not.
Oh, she would so.

If she becomes
Head of Emergency Medicine,

Frank won't be the only doctor
they'll lose today.

Oi. Hey, Frank! You're not...?

Are you going?
Leave it.

I can't believe you'd even try
and sneak out without an explanation.

It's none of your bloody business.

You don't think we deserve
to know what's going on?

Don't push me, Beaumont.

I will push you, Frank.
No, Charlotte...

No. Your decision to leave here
affects everybody.

I really couldn't give a damn.
Well, you need to give a damn.

Not everything in this place
revolves around you.

It's not just about me, Frank.

Jack?

Yeah. Yes, yes.
Piss off, Jack.

(Natasha hums melody)

She is so lucky to have you.

We're lucky to have each other.

She's the best mum.

She always looked out for me,
listened to me,

made me laugh.

How many people can say that?

Don't you think
she'd want you to be prepared?

You know, make some plans
just in case?

How can I possibly
make plans for this?

When my body just...

..resists me, resists every effort
that I make to communicate.

You know?

She'll spend hours
just trying to type a letter.

It must be painstaking.

This is...

Pages and pages and she
might be lucky to get one word right.

I just...

It breaks my heart.

I just...I just...

I don't want to be
scared of tomorrow.

I...

..I'd rather just live today.

And maybe it would be different
if I had a partner or kids.

It's just...me and her.

And I'm scared.

If I know my future, then I'll...
I'll hate her for it.

Alright, Evan, we've got
your preliminary results back.

You're negative
for everything we tested you for.

Really?
Yeah.

It doesn't mean you're in the clear

because you're gonna have to have
follow-up screenings

for HIV and hepatitis
in three months time.

OK.

Um...what about...?

Yep. Er, you'll be going upstairs
to finish off the antibiotics.

And then you can
continue the treatment at home.

It just means you need to take
better care of yourself, alright?

Which means no more unprotected sex.
That won't be a problem.

Evan, er, your nan just called.
She's on her way in.

I promise I didn't call her.

I did. She and I need to have
a little chat.

You seen Frank?

Did you know he was leaving?
No.

Not until a few minutes ago.
(Scoffs)

Oh, this came for you.

From Oliver Maroney.
He's been looking for you all day.

Yeah. He found me.

What did he want to talk about?

To tell me that Frank had resigned.

Not fired, then?

Can you assemble everyone
in the common room?

Excuse me?
I need to talk to them.

Can I tell 'them' what it's about?

Just get them together, alright?

Like a wheelchair?
No, thanks. I'm gonna walk Mum out.

Are you sure?
Yeah. But thank you.

You've been great.
I really appreciate it.

It's all part of the service, hey?

Just make sure you give us a call if
you need help with anything else, OK?

I will. Thanks.
OK. 'Bye, Margaret.

Nice to meet you.

(Grunts)

It's all just so random.
What's that?

The things life throws at people.

Luckily, sometimes
there's good randomness.

(Chuckles)

Would you get the test
if you were Natasha,

to see if you were, like,
going to get Huntington's?

Yeah, I would.
Yeah, me too.

You OK?

Yeah.

Well, I've been thinking.
I should get my viral load checked.

Just to see how this
hep C treatment's working.

Why? Are you not feeling well?
I'm feeling fine.

I just want to know...
what's going on.

You know?
Alright. If it's important to you.

Yeah. It is.

Mmm.

My E.D. is not a dodgy nightclub.
Sorry.

Can you gather everyone together
for a team meeting?

Why? Is Frank finally gonna tell us
what's going on?

No. Zoe is.

Frank.
Don't. Dan, leave him.

DOOR BUZZES

PHONE RINGS

ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

ANN-MAREE: Hi.
You've called Ann-Maree and Bart.

We can't take your call right now

but if you leave a message,
we'll call you straight back.

Have a beautiful day.

Oh, Bart, um, when the dust settles,
give me a bell, will ya?

I'd just like to know how you're...
how you're holding up, mate.

Thanks.

(Both shout happily)

Oliver.
Oh, hi.

Oh, did you get your contract?
I did.

I'm sure you'll find it
all in order.

Of course, we have to go through
the motions of advertising the job,

but that's just a mere technicality.

I don't want the job.

Oh, we've been through this.

Look, if you're worried
about staff loyalty,

just choose new staff.

It's not that.

I don't like the way you do business.

Is that right?
Mmm.

And after a long talk
with the E.D. team,

it's clear they share my opinion.

Fine. OK. Well, I'll find
someone else to run the department.

You might actually
have to do more than that.

The vote was unanimous.

If Frank goes,
the entire E.D. staff go with him.

Have a nice night.