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Annie died.
Four o'clock this morning.

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

What is it?
My resignation.

I should get my viral load checked,

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

(All swear and holler)

(Boys continue yelling)

Back up, Paulie!
Flat out! Flat out!

Right!
Come on, man, light it. Light it!

Oh, yeah!
This is it! Paulie! This is it!

(Boys whoop and holler)

Ahhhh! Ahhh!

He's on fire!

Shit! Oh! Get down! Get down!

(All yell)

Wouldn't have given up
one minute with her.

I'll be fine.

What's the story?
Somebody called this in.

But when we arrived
this was the only guy in sight.

His name's Dylan Pederson.

Hi, Dylan. My name's Heath.

I know you're in a lot of pain, mate.

We'll give you something for that,
get you to hospital, alright?

We need to look at you first.
Just gonna put this on your face.

Breath's shallow.

What happened here?
Guess is he was torching the car.

How long ago did the call come in?
About 15 minutes ago.

OK, pulse is thready and rapid.

His facial burns are superficial,

but I expect there's significant
inhalation injuries.

Dylan, I'm just gonna
shine a light in your eyes, mate.

(Groans)
It's OK.

Full-thickness burns
to his chest and torso.

I need you to pour this on him, OK?

Nice and gentle.

10 milligrams of morphine IV
and Hartmann's.

We're not getting
a cannula into that arm.

Is there anywhere round here
a chopper can land?

That's it, mate. You're doing well.
You're doing well.

PILOT: ETA All Saints Hospital
two minutes.

OPERATOR: Roger that.
You're clear to land.

BP's 110 over 68.
Heart rate's 125. Sats 94%.

Oh, and 100% oxygen.
ELEVATOR BELL RINGS

Oh, man. Burns registrar
and radiology are on their way.

Full-thickness burns
on both shoulders,

back, chest, torso and legs.

I'm Dan. We got you now, mate, OK?
You hang in there.

Oh, my God! What's that smell?

We'll just get you
settled into a cubicle, OK?

HEATH: Fluids calculated
on a weight of 75 kilograms.

Two litres of Hartmann's infused.
Mm-hm.

Hey, Dylan, I'm just gonna
shine a torch into your eyes.

The pupils are brisk and equal.

Sedation must be wearing off

so start him on midaz
and morphine infusions.

Use the cannula in his foot
till you get a central line in?

Yeah, absolutely.

Cops know him and his mates well.

They've got form
stealing cars and torching them.

He's the only one that got burnt?

Others were probably with him, but
he was alone when the cops arrived.

His mates left him like this?
Hmm. Nice.

OK, we need to roll him.

OK, Dylan, sorry, mate.
We're gonna have to do this.

On my count. One, two, three.

Whoa! We'll be
as quick as we can, mate.

(Groans)

OK. Let's roll him back.

OK, one, two, three.

Cops said six months ago
he was driving a stolen vehicle

and had a head-on with a truck.

His cousin was killed instantly.
He walked away with a broken wrist.

Not so lucky this time.

These burns are definitely
full-thickness.

OK, guys, he's all yours.

Hey, listen, is someone
gonna notify the family?

Yeah, the cops
are contacting his mother.

Good. Thank you.

One minute I'm fine

and then the next I'm feeling really
light-headed and short of breath.

What were you doing
before this started?

I was at a club till pretty late.

Just after I got home
I started shaking.

I felt like I was gonna pass out.

Did you lose consciousness?
No.

But I had some pretty trippy
hallucinations.

Really?

Which is alright
if you like that sort of thing,

but really the '60s were overrated,
right?

(Laughs) I wouldn't know.

How long did all this last for?

Mmm, I dunno. Not long, I guess.

Just lean forward for me, please.

Did you drink any alcohol
or take any drugs at the club?

Drugs are for people
who can't handle reality TV.

No eccys, acid, Special K, GBH...
You know your stuff.

Look, just be honest with me,
alright?

What did you take?
Nothing.

I'm straight-edged.

Drugs have been known to cause
these kinds of symptoms, Simone.

So have lesions
or an abscess on the brain.

It's amazing what
you can find out on the Internet.

That's really why I came in.
You did the right thing.

There are some
less scary causes as well.

Have you had any difficulty
sleeping lately?

I sleep OK.

Clear conscience.

Could I have a brain tumour?

We'll get a CT scan organised,
just to rule it out.

And get a urine sample for toxicology
and MC&S.

I'll need a glass of water
before you can have that.

Sorry. I've just been...
(Quietly) ..to the toilet.

I'll organise the scan.

Smart girl.

Smart enough to know
these hallucinations

are because of her drug use.

She seemed pretty adamant
that she doesn't use them.

Well, let's just see
what the tests say.

How was it?
Well, what she wanted - simple.

How's Bart?
He did well.

I should've been there.

He understands.

Hey. Wasn't expecting
to see you here.

No, no. I just came in
to pick up a few things

from what was formerly my office.

If Maroney doesn't cave
and ask Frank back,

we'll all be out of a job.

I don't wanna think about that.

Charlotte? Charlotte, you free?

Even if Maroney
does do the right thing,

will Frank accept his job back?

(Mutters)

Oh, Oliver Maroney,
he's looking for you.

Ah, mine. Yes, I know. He left a
message whilst I was at the funeral.

Would I be so good as to haul my arse
up to his office as soon as.

Any idea why?
Mmm. Look, go up. Find out.

He can bloody well wait.
(Sighs)

Ah! That's mine.

Could be important.
What do you know that I don't?

Nothing.

Rubbish.

Well, it's just curious.
That's all.

He finally got rid of you,
so why would he call you back in?

All the more reason to make him wait.

What's that?

The letter confirming my appointment
as the boss of this joint.

(Sighs) Don't you want to keep it?
Nope.

For memory's sake?
Nope.

(Sighs) Frank...
Listen.

I just watched Bart
bury his girlfriend.

If he can look to the future,
so can I.

OK.

You'd think somebody would organise
a few bloody drinks

or a box of chocolates
or even a card.

Yeah, well, I guess no-one thought

you were the chocolates
and flowers kinda guy.

You're gonna take my job, aren't you?
I don't want your job.

Don't be so stupid. Take it.

I don't want it.

Close the door on your way out,
please.

Alright, and you've been living
with these stomach pains

for about the last two years?

On and off.

Just, um, cramping sometimes
but nothing like this.

Alright, can you describe the pain?

Um, sharp.

Cramping. I don't know. It changes.

Right. And you've been vomiting?

Mmm. It started last night.

Did you have any takeaway
or eat anything unusual?

No. I haven't felt like eating
for a couple of days.

Alright.

And this scar here is...
I had my appendix out when I was 12.

OK, great. Well, that rules that out.

Alright, I'll just
have a little feel through here.

(Groans)

Does that hurt more
when I press here?

Just seems to hurt all the time.

Well, there is some kind of mass
here. Have you noticed that before?

No.

Is there any chance
you could be pregnant?

It's possible, I suppose.
I don't know.

Do you mind if we do a test
to find out?

It's fine.

OK. Well, it's most likely that
you've developed a bowel obstruction

and what's causing that
we won't know until we do an X-ray.

OK, I will get those organised.
Abdomen and chest?

Please. And and an ECG, CT scan,
full bloods and a pregnancy test.

So we will rule these things out,
just one by one,

and in the meantime
we'll get that pain managed

and start you on some fluids, OK?

OK.

Er, Gabrielle?
Yep.

I would like to add
some tumour markers to her bloods.

Sure.
Thank you.

KNOCKING
Um, excuse me?

I need to see Dylan Pederson.

Sorry?
I'm Tamara Pederson.

I was told that Dylan
was brought here. How is he?

Oh, look, I really don't know.
I've just arrived myself.

Well, can you find out?
Yep.

Please, take a seat.

I'll see what I can do.

How's he doing?
Diffused crackles.

There was a pulmonary oedema
present on the last X-ray.

C spine?
Clear.

Get that collar off him.
Raise the bedhead 30 degrees.

It might help with his gas exchange.
How's his urine output?

Borderline. Excuse me.

I thought you had an appointment.
Kidney function?

Frank?

He should be in a burns unit.

Yeah, well, there are no acute burns
beds available here.

And he's too unstable to transfer.
Well, that's where he should be.

Frank, you don't work here anymore.
Remember?

Is Admin gonna reinstate him

or should we all start
writing job applications?

I'm not sure
what's going on yet, Dan.

Dylan Pederson, yes?
Yeah.

OK, Tamara Pederson's
here to see him.

His mother. Er, the cops were gonna
tell her what happened.

MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY
BP's dropping. He's tachycardic.

Can you give us some air?
We're in a bit of trouble.

You go talk to her. We'll be fine.
Are you sure?

Yep.

OK, 500ml albumin.
Check.

His burns are severe so we've
had to put him on a breathing tube.

He's heavily sedated, so he's not
gonna be able to respond to you

but it's possible
that he might hear you.

OK?

I need to put a Vas-Cath in.
His kidneys are shutting down.

Are you OK? Would you like us
to get you a chair?

Oh! You idiot!

You bloody idiot.

Look what you've done this time!

You deserve everything you get.

Tamara?

I know you're angry.
You have no idea.

He was...he was
thrown out of school.

Police coming to the door
in the middle of the night.

In and out of children's court.

He would've been locked up by now

if he hadn't got the younger kids
to lie for him, take the rap.

He just laughs about
how he gets away with it.

Is he gonna die?

We don't know.

His condition is critical.
Is he gonna die?

If he manages to survive
for the next couple of days,

he's in there with a chance

but we need to take this
one step at a time.

JACK: So what are you getting at?

I'm just saying, parents
usually wanna comfort their kids

and give them some kind of support.

Yeah, well, she's in shock.

The placement
of the Vas-Cath is good.

Not everyone falls apart.
You know that.

Yeah. She attacked him.
Don't you think that's kinda weird?

I do.
Yeah.

Let's drop it, OK?
Oh...

How's he doing?
Not good.

We need to get
his potassium down

or we might be
looking at an arrest soon.

And it looks like he's developing
a bleeding disorder

on top of everything else.

His BP's still too low
and his blood gases are a lot worse.

We're gonna give him
some muscle relaxants

to try and improve it, but...

So it's time to talk to his mother

about what she would
like us to do for him.

Yeah. It is.
OK.

Um, look, I might come with you.

It's my job.

Well, she might want
a doctor to explain it.

Thank you, Doctor. She might.

I know it's a lot to take in.

I just wish you two
would get to the point.

Well, we're doing everything
that we can

but he's not responding
to treatment.

So that's it, then.

I'm sorry.
His body is shutting down.

How much longer has he got?

Well, we could keep him
on life support for a day.

Maybe two.

Which would give you time to
talk to other members of the family.

But I need you to understand

that it's highly unlikely
your son will regain consciousness.

Er, and we need to consider

what we do should Dylan's heart
go into fatal rhythm

or stops.

Are you asking me
for permission to let him die?

Simone's blood results are back.
Amphetamines?

Negative to illicit drugs
and alcohol.

I would've put money on it.
And you would've lost.

Normal white cell count.

Negative urine screen.

Ah, OK. Low sodium levels.

That could cause the fainting
and shakiness.

Why's she got low sodium levels?
That's a good question.

Well, the head CT will be back
in about half an hour.

Erica?
I need to go to the loo again.

No problem. Are you OK?
Yeah, just feeling a bit shaky.

Oh, OK. I'll take you.
Thank you.

What are you looking
so worried about?

I'm not worried. Just thinking.

Zoe said Admin wanted to see you.
Been up there yet?

Nope.

Shouldn't you find out
what they want?

Why?
Could be important.

Whatever Oliver Maroney wants
is nothing to do with me anymore.

So what are you worried about?

Patient, mid-20s.

Experiencing hallucinations,
shakiness, faints.

Drug user?
Not according to the screen.

Just still waiting on a head CT

and all I got so far
is the low sodium levels.

Right, well, that could
cause the symptoms.

If I were you, I would look for
underlying endocrine disorders.

Hyperthyroidism...
Got it covered, Frank.

Oh. What about kidney failure?

You do know you're not
actually my boss anymore?

Oh, and I bet that just
eats up your heart.

Doesn't it?

Just keep that on.
It might help ease the pain a bit.

Thank you. It doesn't help.

Oh, you've tried heat packs before?

I've tried everything
I can possibly think of.

I've had tummy troubles
since I was a teenager.

Oh, you didn't mention that
to Dr Beaumont.

Oh, no. It was nothing like this.
It was just I used to get sick.

But it stopped by the time I left
home until a couple of years ago.

Did you see a doctor about it
back then?

Yeah, Dad took me a couple of times

but they couldn't find
anything wrong.

Dad said I was putting it on
to get attention.

But you weren't.

No. I didn't tell him
when it happened the next time.

Oh, yeah. Why not?

I dunno. He just...he didn't like it
when we bothered him.

But if you were sick...
Dad was always strict.

But, um, once Mum died...

He wasn't a bad man.

He loved us.

It was just his way.

He wanted us
to do what we were told.

Gabrielle?

Charlotte will have your X-rays.
Mm-hm.

Phoebe's bloods are back.
Pregnancy test is negative.

White cell count elevated
and she's slightly anaemic.

She's had abdo problems
since she was a teen

but no diagnosis, no treatment.

Alright, chest X-ray's unremarkable.
No abnormalities. No masses.

Her dad fobbed her off. He sounds
like he might've been a bit of a...

I dunno, a bit of a tyrant.

I think maybe there's a psychological
edge to what's going on with her.

I dunno about that. Look.

What is that?!

I have no idea. I've never seen
anything like it before.

Thank you.

That was ICU.
The dialysis machine is on its way.

Forget it. He's DNR.

Von's putting the paperwork
together now.

Well, are we
withdrawing all treatment

or just putting
a ceiling on how much we do?

Just sedation and pain relief.
That's it.

This may be over very quickly.

The mother is aware of that?
Yep.

We could keep him going
until other family get here.

Well, I don't think
there is any other family.

If she's not calling other relatives,
then why isn't she in here?

I dunno.

I can't begin to imagine what she's
going through. Neither can you.

Still, you'd think that she'd wanna
spend every second with him.

Yeah, you might think that
but you're not her.

I'm not judging her, Jack.
I'm just saying it's weird.

That's all!
What's your problem with her?

I don't know!

She's cold.

OK, just give it a rest.
OK. Yep, OK.

You know, she's had to hear
the worst possible news today

and make
the worst possible decision.

You know, for both of them.

OK?
Yeah.

So I'm definitely not pregnant?
No.

Good.

My husband wants us to wait.

But your abdominal X-ray did show
a large mass in your stomach

and that's
what I could feel earlier.

What is it?

I really don't know

so I would like a surgeon
to take a look at that.

Is it cancer? Do I have cancer?
You can tell me.

Let's not jump to any conclusions
until we do some more tests.

We're waiting on your CT scan.

Should give us a better picture
of what we're dealing with.

Well, how long will that take?
A little while.

But in the meantime,
I'd like to do an ultrasound,

just to check that your pain's

not associated with any
internal bleeding, alright?

OK.

Now, is there anyone
that we can call for you?

Yes. My husband, actually.

He'll worry if I'm late
picking him up from work.

He doesn't like it
when things don't go to plan.

He's a bit of a control freak.

I'll bring in a phone for you.
No, actually, could you do it?

I think it would sound better
coming from a nurse.

Yep. No problem.

And just tell him that
I'll be there as soon as I can.

Sure.

We'll get started right away.

(Knocks) Simone?

You sure you're alright?
I'm just feeling a bit dizzy.

Oh, darl, your hands are shaking.
I know. I feel shaky all over.

Alright, we'll get you to bed.
OK.

Just give me...
Frank, I need a hand here.

Come on, Simone.

Someone get
an oxygen cylinder and mask.

Ah, good.
I assume there was an admission ECG?

Yes.
How was it?

Normal, Frank, but we got it
from here, thanks, mate.

OK, lay back.

Your CT scan rules out a tumour
or a bleed in the brain.

Oh, that's good.

Brain surgery isn't on my list
of things to do before I'm 30.

I saw that.

Are you starting
to give up on the idea

that I'm some sort of party animal
high on drugs?

I'm thinking that there's
something else going on, yeah.

Now, since this has started, have you
had any headaches, any muscle cramps,

been tired or found it
hard to concentrate?

Yep to all of them.

Any vomiting or nausea?

I haven't chucked for years.

Guessing you don't go in for
a lot of physical exercise?

Guess again.

I ride my bike to work every day.

Jog most lunchtimes.
Dance classes. Surf.

How about you? Do you get out much?

Or do you stay at home
listening to 'Duelling Banjos'?

Leisure time's not a big part
of an ED doctor's life.

Poor doctor.

How much water do you drink
every day?

Heaps.

I carry a bottle of water around and
fill it up every couple of hours.

I'm always thirsty. I'm thirsty now.

Go to the toilet a lot?

You kidding?
I could pee for Australia.

I'm gonna ask you to hold off
drinking any more for now.

What for?
Small experiment.

It'll only be for a little while

but it should tell us
what's going on with you.

OK.

Oh, well, you have a nice day too!

I don't think Phoebe's getting
a lot of support from her husband.

Frankly, he sounds like a right pig.
Why? What did he say?

That he wasn't leaving work early
just because she was sick again.

Did you tell him how sick she is?

I tried to. He put me on hold.

Twice.

Well, the poor girl needs someone.

Unfortunately, I have a feeling

she's getting
too much practice coping on her own.

Doesn't mean that she likes it.
Who does?

Oh, Mike, thanks for coming down
so quickly.

Looking forward to these X-rays.
Sounds interesting.

Now, I don't know what this mass is
but it is large.

Whoa! Yeah.

And mobile. Is it vascular?
No.

When I did the ultrasound

there was no evidence
of blood supply to it at all.

You run tumour markers?
All came back negative.

OK, um...other symptoms?

Cramping, nausea, a little anaemic.

Well, I would've guessed a fibroid,
but it's not vascular, so, um...

So, what are you thinking?

It's not a solid mass.

But it's enormous.

I've never seen anything
quite like it.

No, neither have I.

I haven't had an operation
since I had my appendix out.

Right, well, um, the quickest way to
find out what we're dealing with here

is an exploratory laparoscopy.

Now, that's keyhole surgery.

Relatively minor,

but we will need a consent to go
ahead with more significant surgery,

depending on what we find, hmm?

OK.
OK.

Gabrielle here will arrange
to have you transferred upstairs

and I'll come back and see you when
we know we're gonna do this thing.

Wouldn't be longer than
a day or two, right?

Mike, BP is 90 on 55
and her pulse is thready.

Grab a bottle of NSA.
Run 250ml through a pump set.

Just gonna lay you flat, Phoebe, OK?

Why? What's happening?

Something's affecting
your blood pressure.

I really don't feel very good.

Epigastric tenderness.

OK, we're just gonna push
these fluids through.

Did you call my husband?
Yep.

I did.
What did he say?

That he'd be in
as soon as he could be.

But he knows that
I have to stay here?

We'll keep him informed.

OK.
OK?

I don't feel very good.
Gonna be sick.

OK, OK.

OK.
(Gags)

Feel a little bit better?
(Groans)

Alright.

Dr Beaumont?

Phoebe, there is blood
in your vomit.

What does that mean?

It means we're gonna take you
to Theatre right now.

Why? What's wrong with me?

You could have a bleeding ulcer
or gastric perforation.

We're gonna look after you, alright?

I'll let Theatre know
we're on our way.

Tell the Blood Bank to send us
four units of cross-matched blood.

Alright.

There you go.

Oh, thank you.

Will it be long?

Probably not.

Oh.

You can talk to him.
Oh, no.

I wouldn't know what to say.

(Laughs)

In some ways...he was
the smartest kid around.

And the bravest too.

He could've done anything.

The girls really liked him!

He had that sort of wild boy thing
going for him.

You know.
Popular kid.

Yeah.

That was the trouble.

Everybody loved him.

But he didn't give a rat's
about anybody but himself.

It's such a bloody waste.

Dan? How's she coping?

Oh, well, considering
the circumstances.

Hey, about what I said before.

Well, it's just not our job

to judge the reactions of relatives,
one way or the other.

Yeah, but you can't
just be neutral, Jack.

Can't ya?
No!

I just think it's a bit too easy to
suggest it might be the mum's fault.

I wasn't saying that!
Yes, you were.

OK, just a little bit. I ju... I...

Jack...

What was that all about?
Oh, nothin'.

Has Frank been up to Admin yet?
Er, no.

What if they don't reinstate him?
What's the plan?

Well, we'll be able to get a job
somewhere else easy enough.

Yeah, together?
Might be a little harder to arrange.

I don't wanna leave here.
I like seeing you every day.

Yeah, I like seeing you too.

Have you heard anything
on your test results?

No.

Look, we said we wouldn't
get ourselves in a knot over this.

I'm not in a knot.

If the treatment hasn't worked,
then we just keep on trying.

Well, what if I don't wanna do that?

But why wouldn't you?

Dan?

Just I don't wanna keep
on taking injections,

dealing with the side effects, hoping
that something's making a difference.

If the treatment hasn't worked,

then it hasn't worked, alright?

His blood pressure,
it's very low now.

And his heart rate, that's slowing.

It will continue to slow
until it eventually stops.

He's not in any pain, though.

Tamara...focus on him.

He's able to hear you.

Spend these last few minutes
with your son.

G'day. How's tricks?

I've had better days.
Huh.

We attended the burning car
this morning. How's that kid doing?

Er...
Er, yeah, mate, it's not good.

He's not gonna survive.
Poor kid.

We would've been here sooner

but we had a tough time
tracking down the mother.

Oh, well, his mother's here.
She's with him now.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

Oh...

Oh!

Resuscitate him!
What's going on?

Dan, resus trolley.
What's going on?

No, don't...
What are you talking about?

She's not his mother.
Please! They can't save him now!

Von, get her out.
He's asystolic.

Start CPR.
We can't. It's too late.

Jack, he's gone.
Just do it!

Come on!
Let him die. He deserves to die.

Get out!
Please!

He deserves to die!

Tamara!

Dan, 40 minutes.

That's enough.
(Pants heavily)

(Sighs)

Time of death is 14:30.

Who was she?

His aunt.

She's with the police now.

His aunt?

I just assumed she was the mother.
(Scoffs)

She deceived us. It's not your fault.

Well, why'd she do it?

I'm so sorry, Dylan.

(Sighs)

Hey!

How could you do that?

Dylan destroyed everything
he touched. That's all he knew.

Yeah, well, his mother
had a right to be here.

He killed my son.

He took him joyriding
in a stolen car.

And they had a head-on collision
with a truck.

Now my youngest is hanging with him.

He came home this morning
stinking of petrol.

It could have been him
in there today.

It doesn't give you
the right to do what you did.

He got what he deserved.

No. He deserved respect.

CAR DOOR CLOSES

What's going on?

Her BP dropped
and she's tachycardic.

I feel like
I'm gonna pass out again.

We won't let that happen.
Let's get the bedhead down.

Uh-huh.
Where are we at with the obs?

Heart rate's 110
and her BP's 100 over 60.

What is happening to me?
It's OK.

I'm gonna give you
a hormone injection.

It should take care
of these symptoms.

I'm really thirsty.
I know.

Just bear with us
a little longer, please.

Are you feeling less dizzy?
A little bit.

Do you know what's wrong with me?

If this injection works I will.
OK.

Get this filled out right away.
I'll stay with her.

OK. I'll be right back.

Just try and relax.
We're gonna sort this out.

OK.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

CHARLOTTE: She had a hair ball?

(Scoffs) 12cm by 5cm.

Oh, my God.

Well, she fiddles with her hair
all the time.

Well, she obviously chews it as well.

The hair ball's
built up over the years,

irritated the lining of her stomach
and small intestine,

an ulcer's developed
and that's started to bleed.

You ever seen
anything like it before?

(Chuckles)

That size? No. Nothing.

Why would someone do that?

Who knows?

None of you could have known
she wasn't the boy's mother.

She wanted him dead, Frank.

I talked her through her DNR order.
I should have sensed it.

Von didn't. Zoe didn't.

Well, just because we all missed it
doesn't make it any better.

Dan felt something was up

and Zoe was questioning
her emotional detachment.

I just made excuses for her.

If you discovered
she wasn't the mother sooner,

would it have made any difference
to what happened to Dylan?

Maybe we could have
kept him alive long enough

for his real mother
to come and see him.

No. You knew he wasn't gonna
survive his injuries.

You and your colleagues
made exactly the right choice.

Well, we need to review the protocol
for establishing next of kin.

Take it up with Admin
when you've got my job.

I told you, Frank,
I don't want your job!

Why is he still here?

He's just being stubborn.

He's probably waiting for Maroney
to come and see him.

Phoebe said her abdominal pain

started again about two years ago,
didn't she?

Yep. About six months
after she got married.

In the last two years,

she's been treated for
a fractured wrist, a broken nose...

What? Here?
No. At Saint Angela's.

And there are other injuries listed,
all put down to...'accidents'.

So she swapped an abusive father
for an abusive husband.

I think if we go further back,

we'll find Phoebe's been having
'accidents' since her mother died.

So the hair chewing
started when she was a teenager.

And probably stopped
when she left home.

And started again when the delightful
husband appeared on the scene.

Bingo.

What's our next step?

I'm gonna go talk to her.
She's probably awake by now.

I don't know about you but I am
ready to get out of this place.

What's this about Campion
being here all day?

Who told you that?
He's in his office.

Right.

You called him?
Somebody had to.

I left you a message hours ago.

Yes, I got it.

And?
And what?

Did you expect me to run upstairs
and see you straightaway?

You must be joking.

I need to talk to you
about your resignation.

The hospital board has asked
that you reconsider.

The board has made it perfectly clear
they don't want me to be here

and the feeling is entirely mutual.

Well, that's simply not true.
Oh, yeah. Since when?

Look, we're all aware of
your commitment to the hospital.

My former commitment.

It's an olive branch, Frank.

Don't just slap it away.

(Scoffs)

I wonder why the board has suddenly
decided to change their mind.

Come on, Ollie. You can tell me.

Well, I suspect
there's a number of factors.

Such as?
Does it matter?

I'm offering you your position back.

(Sighs) Well, I can hardly
reconsider my position

if I don't know what's changed.

Some members of your staff
have indicated

that they're unwilling
to continue to work here

unless you're reinstated.

Now, the board would prefer not to
replace anyone at this stage.

We'd like to keep the department
running smoothly.

Good luck with that!

Frank, please.

Who threatened to quit?

All of them.

What? The whole bloody lot?

Mmm.

Oh, God. Ollie, Ollie, Ollie.
No wonder you're down here, then.

The board must be scared stiff

that the whole place is gonna
shut up shop.

Your job must be well and truly
on the line, isn't it, old chap?

The board and I
are working together.

Oh, don't bullshit me!

You made this mess.
You've been told to clean it up.

The offer's on the table, Frank.

You can have your job back,
no questions asked.

You miss it already. You miss them.

You know you do.

I'm feeling much better.
Thought you might.

That injection we gave you -

it's an antidiuretic hormone that
your body's had trouble producing.

Everything you drank has just been
going straight through you.

That's why I was
thirsty all the time.

Correct.

You have a form of diabetes.

So, does that mean I'm gonna be
on insulin for the rest of my life?

Not with this sort of diabetes.
It's treated with hormone therapy.

Mmm, gee. Sounds like fun.

It's a nasal spray.

That's it?
That's it.

With follow-up from your GP.

Could I have a drink now?

(Chuckles) Yes, you can.

I'll get you some water.
OK.

Well, I came in thinking that
I might have a brain tumour.

So I guess I should
take diabetes as good news.

He's my husband.

He abuses you. He's broken your arm.
He's broken your nose.

That has to stop, Phoebe.
You have to make that stop.

I can't. (Sniffles)

Yes, you can.
You can bring charges against him.

He'd kill me.

Did you just hear what you said?

I don't have money, OK?
And I'm not going back to my dad's.

There are other options.
We can place you in a shelter.

No.
Just temporarily.

To give you some time to think.

Mm-mm. Derek would hate that.

He'd get very angry.

Phoebe, this is about what you want
from now on.

(Sniffles)

(Whispers) Hey. Shh, shh.

Do you want to feel frightened
for the rest of your life?

Then do something about it.

It must have been pretty scary
not knowing what was going on.

Yeah, it was. Passing out,
hallucinations - it's freaky!

I don't know why anyone would want to
part with money for the experience.

Mmm.

Oh, come on. You never take drugs?
Really? Be honest with me.

Why would you think I do?

Oh, you just...you know,
you seem like you do.

Mmm. That's a pretty neat stereotype
you've got going on there.

Fair enough.

Boy from the bush.

Wows everyone by getting
a medical degree.

Country life gets too much.
Screwed up somehow.

Thinks the city might be
a good place to hide

but realises being
a fish out of water ain't so easy.

Close?

Too close.

You left out 'gifted sportsman'.

So try me. What's my story?

(Chuckles) I have no idea.
Come on.

Come on.

OK. Er, you went to uni -
some sort of arts degree, I suppose.

Travelled. Back home now
with itchy feet to do something new.

I work in a lab
with four very sexy mathematicians.

BSc at Sydney Uni.

Masters in philosophy at Cambridge.
PhD at MIT.

Currently working on a post-doctoral
fellowship at Lucas Heights.

Seriously?

So, officially, it's Dr Simone.
If you don't mind.

Hey. Pathology results
for one Daniel Goldman.

Oh, thanks.

Hey. Do you have a moment?
Sure.

Where can I find
some doctor called Beaumont?

Er, right here. Can I help you?

I've just been told
I can't see my wife. On your orders.

Are we talking about Phoebe?

You've got no right
to stop me from seeing my wife.

Yes, I have if I feel
it isn't in her best interests.

You tell them up there
that I can see her.

That's not gonna happen.

I'm hoping
a few days of feeling safe

will make her change her mind
about having you charged.

I could have you reported for this.
Go ahead.

I would love
the opportunity to discuss

your wife's long list of injuries,
her nervous disorders...

Bitch!

You've got a problem with my team,
you've got a problem with me.

Over here, pal.

And who are you?
I'm the man who runs the joint.

If you'd like to make
a formal complaint

about the way you've been treated,

I'd be more than happy
to do the paperwork for you.

Do let us know
if you change your mind!

Pinhead.

So, you had your chat
with Oliver Maroney, I see.

You're all bloody idiots.

Of all the stupid things to do.

What would you have done
if they called your bluff?

Where would you be then? On your
backsides! That's where you'd be.

And where would this department be?
Hey?

I'll be in my office
if anybody needs me.

Here goes.

Wait.

Before you open it...

..I need you to know that I love you.

Aw.

I love you.

And no matter what the results say

and whether or not you want to
continue treatment or not,

I'm with you.

OK?

OK.

Mmm.

OK... (Clears throat)

The winner is...

"There is no detectable
hepatitis C...

"..in the blood."

(Sighs)

It worked.

Yeah, it did.

I'm clear!

Come on.

(Chuckles)
(Pants heavily)

Oh, God.

Hmm.

Well, at least you've
tidied up a bit.

Why the bloody hell
did you all do it?

No idea.
I tried to talk them out of it.

Well, you took a big risk.
Yep.

And despite the fact that
you're an insufferable bully

and a megalomaniac

with no regard for
professional courtesy,

you know,

your staff seem to think
you're worth it.

Better the devil you know, I guess.

Yeah, I guess.

Although, in truth,

running a department is sort of like
conducting an orchestra

or coaching a footy team...

Goodnight, Frank.

Fabulous to have you back!

It takes a lot of ticker.

You've got to be keenly aware
of where everybody's at...

(Continues speaking softly)