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Wouldn't have given up
one minute with her.

The offer's on the table, Frank.

You can have your job back,
no questions asked.

ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH

SIREN WAILS

Max, stay with me, buddy.

Stay with me. Here!

Come here! Quick! Come on!

What's happened?

I found him like this.

What? You found him out here?
Yeah.

It's alright, mate.
You'll be alright.

We were both on a training run.
I was behind.

I heard a car take off really quickly

and, um, I think it might've hit him.

Are you injured, mate?
No.

This is Max's. I've been trying
to keep pressure on the bleeding.

And his bones,
they're moving under the skin.

That's Max Parnell?
Yeah.

THE Max Parnell?
Yeah.

OK, we're gonna need a spine board
and a trolley.

He's urgent load-and-go.
Is he gonna be OK?

This is Max Parnell. Mid-20s.
Assumed hit-and-run.

Gee, what did they do?
Back over him for good measure?

Yeah, he's got multiple injuries
to his arms and legs,

a large gash to his head,

and his obs are stable, monitoring,
and sinus tachycardia.

Need any help?

No, mate. We're good. Thanks.

Um, is he maintaining his own airway?
Yep.

He was unconscious at the scene
but had lucid moments in transit

and his GCS is now 13.

Hey. Welcome back.
Thank you.

Max, we're gonna get more
pain relief into you in a second,

just as soon as we can.

STEVE: Max Parnell.
The very one.

What? You know him?
What? You don't?

On my three. You ready?
One, two, three.

He's only one of the greatest
runners this country's ever seen.

Girl after my own heart.

No obvious internal injuries.

Abdomen's soft, non-tender
and nil guarding.

Do we have a medical history?

Allergy status?
No, it's unknown.

Team doctor will have a medical
history you can't pole vault over.

Right, I'll get onto that.
That reminds me.

We need a height-adjustable
resus bed. Put that on the list.

While you're at it,
make sure you can X-ray through it.

(Laughs) Now you're talking.
Homer!

Come and see me
when you got a chance, will you?

Sure. Why?
It's your first day.

I wanna make sure you're OK.

Hi.
Hey, hey.

So who's at the top of the queue?

You don't wanna take some time
to settle in?

All I need is a patient, Ricky.

Well...

Ah, Michelle Connolly.

OK, what have we got today?

Multiple fractures
and shattered AC joints and elbows.

Yeah, fractures to both femurs,
tib and fib

and two shattered kneecaps.

(Moans)
Don't worry, mate.

We'll look after you. You'll be fine.

His chest is clear.
There's just minor bruising.

How the hell does somebody
get four broken limbs

from a hit-and-run
and no other injuries?

OK, medical records
are on their way

but the doctor says
there's not much in them.

No illnesses, no allergies.

The guy was as fit as a fiddle.

Hey, can you lot hold it down for
a sec? Sorry, Max. Say that again?

Listen, the police are on their way
and also the press.

Just what we need. The full circus.

And his team-mate is outside.
Blair Williams.

Apparently he was
the guy who found him.

Good. I'll have chat to him. See if
we can get anything more to go on.

Hammer.
Did you say 'hammer'?

Jack, wait.

Hit...by a hammer.

Mr Williams? I'm Dr Quaid.

Um, how is he?
Is he...is he going to be OK?

Max is in a critical condition.

He's got significant injuries
to his arms and legs

and he's gonna require
emergency surgery.

What sort of a bastard runs someone
down and doesn't stop?

Did you see the accident?

No. I heard the car take off.

Right, so you weren't far behind?

Normally I'd be right there with him
but this morning I was late.

And he took off without you?
Well, Max Parnell waits for no man.

OK, so how long was it
before you actually got to him?

Was it, you know,
5 minutes or 10 minutes?

Couple at most.

I called the ambulance
straightaway. Why?

Oh, it just helps
to have a timeframe.

Er, listen, you don't know anyone
that wants to hurt Max, do you?

You think that someone
ran him down deliberately?

Max is claiming
he was hit by a hammer.

So if you do know of anyone
that had a grudge against him...

He was more concerned with success
than making friends but I...

..I don't know anyone
who hated him enough to hurt him.

So I'm walking my puppy.
Well, more dragging her.

She hasn't got
that whole leash thing yet.

When some brat on a skateboard
comes flying past

at a million miles an hour, scaring
the be...you-know-who out of us both.

Me and puppy, not me and the brat.

And down I go like a sack... (Gasps)

..of spuds on that wrist.

Sorry.
Oh!

Do you want me to organise
a surgical consult?

No, I'll do it.

Can you set up for Michelle's knee
to be sutured in the meantime?

Is that gonna hurt as well?
We'll organise pain relief.

So I guess that means it's broken?

Yeah, it is.

Oh, why aren't I surprised?

Oh, God, there I go,

sounding like one of those whingeing
baby boomers on the telly,

never happy, no matter what.

Sorry. You know the real bitch
about this morning?

The puppy?
Yeah. She went AWOL.

How'd you know?
Yeah, that's what they do.

Oh... (Gasps)

My kids bought her for me
after the mongrel walked.

Mongrel's me ex.
I figured.

About to be ex officially, thank God.

Why don't you try to rest now
and we'll organise the suturing?

(Sighs)

Feel like such an idiot.

Being taken out by a skateboard,
of all things.

Story of my life.

Don't see things coming
till they smack me in the face.

Oh, Mike, you got a second?

Fractured wrist.

See, this is another bloody... Eh!
What?

This is another bloody thing
that needs replacing.

In fact, I want one
in every single cubicle.

I don't know how
you've coped in the past,

walking that extra metre
to a patient's bed.

Hey, Bart, I was sorry
to hear about Ann-Maree.

Thank you.

OK.

Well, er, this is a pretty
straightforward realignment.

Six weeks in plaster.

Keep the patient nil by mouth.

I'll let you know
when there's a theatre available, OK?

Sure.

I thought you were
gonna come and see me.

Didn't know you were free.
I am now.

And I'm fine.

Michelle's panicking. I think
she's having an anxiety attack.

What's caused it?
I dunno.

I can't understand
a word she's saying.

OK, Michelle,
you need to listen to me.

You need to take deep breaths.

(Breathes rapidly) I can't.
Look at me.

Nothing else, just me. That's it.

Deep breaths, in...and out.

In...and out.

In...and out.

Connie's been diagnosed with
post-viral chronic fatigue syndrome

and she's presented today

with a fever, coughing
and shortness of breath.

Have you had these symptoms before?
Not like this.

It's the worst I've seen her.
Normally we can manage this at home.

Don't know what went wrong
this time.

Do you want her on the bed?
Yeah.

Get you up.

Easy, easy.

Hey, alright?

Are you comfy?
Mmm. Mm-hm. Perfectly.

She's tachycardic, hypertensive
and her 02 sats are at 93%.

OK, let's take a look at you.
I'm gonna listen to your chest.

We've tried almost everything -

a decongestant that usually works
and the antibiotics.

Mm-hm. Did you finish
the course of antibiotics?

Yeah, of course she did.

Connie?

You didn't finish them?
They gave me thrush.

(Sighs)

Can you sit forward?
Why didn't you tell me?

You do so much for me.

I didn't wanna
burden you with that as well.

It's not a burden!

Going into a chemist and asking
for some cream - how hard is that?

I'm sorry. I should have told you.

You should have finished the course,
that's what.

OK, let's see if we can
narrow things down

and make sure you're on
the right prescription.

Chest X-ray and bloods?
Yes, please, Dan.

Hey, it's alright.
You'll be out of here in no time.

Hmm!

Hey. Hey, how's Bart travelling?
He's landed the patient from hell.

Oh, just what he needs
on his first day back, huh?

I know.

On top of that,
the washing's still on the line,

the house isn't properly locked
and I'm meant to be...

All of that is fixable.
Blood pressure?

Please.
Oh, it's probably through the roof.

OK, can you feel me
touching your fingers?

Yeah.

You know, I can't get
that damned dog out of my head.

You wiggle them for me?

Ow.

I mean, even if it does
find its way back,

there's gonna be
no-one there to feed it.

Can't your kids come over?

Oh, yeah, I guess they would,
if I asked.

Mind you, I won't have to
worry about the dog

if I never wake up from the surgery.

Doctor Vlasek's the best there is.

That's not something you need to
stress about.

When I was little, my cousin had
her tonsils out. She didn't wake up.

What if that happens to me?

Calm down, Michelle.
We can deal with it.

Have you had an anaesthetic before?
(Laughs)

Never even been in hospital
until now.

Look, if you're really worried
about it, we can do it without one.

We can reduce the break
right here in the ED.

Really?
Never lie to a patient.

Would it hurt?

We numb your arm with a local
so you wouldn't feel a thing.

Oh!

If you weren't young enough
to be my son, I'd kiss you.

Er, Dr West, can I
talk to you for a sec?

Sure. I won't be long.

Maybe you should talk to Mike Vlasek
again. He did recommend surgery.

He didn't see the patient
having a panic attack.

Well, it's just...

Maybe I'm not seeing things
as clearly as I should?

Something like that.

Why don't you
set up for the procedure?

And I'll see who's free to assist.

The CT revealed

a closed depressed skull fracture
to the front parietal area.

Well, there's no obvious bleed

and he's been drifting
in and out of consciousness.

Make sure we've got diazepam
in case he has a seizure.

Yep.

Hopefully we'll get him upstairs
before there's any chance of that.

Hey, Max, can you hear me?
I'm here for you, buddy.

Mr Williams, it might be better
if you wait outside.

Williams?
Yeah, mate?

You did this.

What?!
Get him away.

Mr Williams...
What...what are you talking about?

Come on.
I was the one who found him.

I saw you! Get him away.

Can you get that man out of here?
Yes.

I didn't do it! Max! Tell 'em!
Come on.

Tried to kill me.
I didn't do anything!

Mr Williams! OK.
Max! Tell 'em!

He's off his face
on those drugs you gave him.

Even so...

If I was trying to kill him,
why would I call an ambulance?

Why wouldn't I just
leave him there to die?!

Mr Williams, I don't know and,
frankly, it's none of our concern.

We just need to know
that our patient

is going to get
the very best care he can.

And that means
keeping me out of the way, huh?

Well, we must respect Max's wishes.

OK. Alright.

OK, fine.
I'll be in the waiting room.

He might've accused me
of attempted murder,

but I'd still like to know he's OK.

I think somebody should
tell the cops what's happened.

You're joking, right?

Sux and thio.
Yep.

Can't go running to the cops

because of what a patient
with major head trauma had to say.

I'm not running to anyone.
Sux and thio going in.

Apart from the fact
that it's not our job,

it'd be downright irresponsible

for us to hang the man
under these circumstances.

If it would help
with the investigation,

then it would be irresponsible
not to.

Could I have a blade
and size 8 tube?

Yep.

I think Jack's got a point, Steve.
About what, exactly?

Cricoid pressure.

I think we should
tell the police what we know

and let them sort it out from there.

They don't need any help
jumping to conclusions, Gabby.

They're perfectly capable
of doing that all by themselves.

OK, I'm in. Bag him.
Yep.

Then we need to set up a backslab.
Done.

Equal air entry.
He's right to hook up.

Jack?

Mm-hm.
Don't do it, mate.

Your X-ray

shows some cloudiness in the lungs,

which is consistent with pneumonia.

Oh, it's OK. We've caught it early
so it should be fairly manageable.

If I kept her more mobile it wouldn't
have developed in the first place.

I tried to get her out of bed
as much as I could.

Well, in cases like Connie's,
this isn't unusual.

You got nothing
to blame yourself for.

See, love? What did I tell you?

I try to be there as much as I can.
I know that.

Truth is, I've gotta keep working.

I don't get the pension till 65

and the carer's allowance
wouldn't cover the mortgage.

I wouldn't want you
to stop working anyhow.

Give up your job and spend all day
shifting me around?

Forget it!

Why don't we talk
to the patient liaison nurse?

I'm sure she can organise
some home support.

No, we'll be fine.

There's no harm
in asking for some help.

Especially if you really need it.

Yeah. I guess not.

And surgery's not an option?

Yeah, it is, but the patient's
not comfortable with a general.

Er, sorry, I just need to...

Oh, hey, sweetie.
I tried giving him water.

He's been really clingy all morning.
He's just not his usual self at all.

Oh, darling, you're not
feeling very well, little man?

Hey?

Just give me five minutes?

No, it's OK. You got your hands full.
I'll find someone else.

You already have.
Sorry, Frank.

No, you take care of my godson.

Are you really Zac's godfather?

No, but if she ever
gets him christened, I will be.

Jack, when you have a second,

Detective Sergeant Grant
would like a word.

Right, I'll just finish this.
I'll be right out.

Plain clothes and all. Must be
taking your report seriously.

Mate, give it a rest.
Bit late for that now.

I'll set up for the left.

Give you a chance to see what you
can do about stopping that train.

You know what,
contrary to what you think,

I have no regrets
about telling them what we heard.

No, I bet you don't.

Thanks for taking the time,
Dr Quaid.

So, I take it your colleague doesn't
agree with you talking to us?

Patients with head injuries

sometimes make some
pretty wild accusations.

Yeah, but you don't think
that was the case here?

Er, he seemed pretty convinced

that Blair Williams
was the one who attacked him.

Did he actually see him do it?

Well, he didn't say that exactly.

But I spoke to Blair earlier,
before the accusation was made...

Yeah, and...?

I...I dunno.

Um, it just...it seemed like
something wasn't quite right.

Well, you know,
if you believe media reports,

Max Parnell and Blair Williams
have quite an ongoing feud.

Sorry. Don't read the sports pages.

Um, you know, until this morning, I
had no idea who either of them were.

Oh, OK, then you've
got good instincts.

Max is the star
and Blair plays second fiddle.

Well, from what Blair was telling me,

Max isn't gonna win
any popularity contests,

so I'm assuming
there's more than one suspect.

No, none that are
covered in Parnell's blood.

Ah. It's pretty compelling stuff.
Yeah.

So, Dr Campion's gonna
pull your arm in one direction,

while I pull it in the other.

When the bone goes back into place,

you'll feel a clunk - that's normal.

Oh, that'd make a nice change.

Stopped having anything to do with
normal when the mongrel walked out.

The mongrel's her ex-husband.
Oh.

You feel that?
Er, nup.

If you need to talk, go right ahead.

Whatever you need to do
to get through.

Oh, if that's OK.

Sometimes I talk even more
when I'm nervous.

Used to drive the mongrel
up the wall.

You know the weirdest thing
about being walked out on?

Traction please, Dr Campion.
What's that?

It gets so that you're thinking
about it every second of every day

and suddenly you forget.

And you do something dumb, like
make two coffees instead of one.

Now I talk, even when I'm on my own.

That's when it's the most horrible,
when there's no-one there to listen.

CRUNCH!
Oh, wow.

Oh! You're right.
That did make a clunk.

You OK?
I feel a bit sick.

10 milligrams of metochlopramide.

Get that nausea under control
before we do anything else.

VON: So you think
they could both do with a break?

Yeah, I'm not sure if they realise
how much help is actually available.

There. Is that better?
Better, thank you.

Connie, Gavin, this is Von Ryan,
our patient liaison nurse.

Ah, that's a fancy way of saying
that I can tell you about things

that'll make it easier for you
when you're outta here.

Now, Connie, er,
if you're up for it,

I've organised some physio
for you upstairs.

It'll just help break down that
consolidation that's on your lungs.

OK.
OK, great.

I'll, er...I'll grab a wheelchair
and I'll take you straight up.

And, while you're doing that,

we might talk over
some options of home care.

OK?

Given the length of Connie's illness,

I can organise for a home-care nurse
to come in at least once a week.

Er, we can look at the house.

Install railings in the bathroom,

the stairs and other things

that will help Connie
become more self-sufficient.

I know it may not seem much...
No, no, no. It's not that.

It's just that, well, I was hoping
she was gonna get better.

Installing railings
makes it all sound so permanent.

Well, chronic fatigue,
it's very unpredictable.

People do recover, especially when
they've got a caring partner to help.

You know, we've been married
more than a quarter of a century.

Connie hates it
when I say it like that.

(Laughs)

I wonder why.
(Laughs)

She was so, er...

..so fresh and young, happy,
when we first met.

She gave me a future
I thought I'd never have.

Now you feel that's been taken away.

(Sighs) Yeah, ever since she
got sick it's been so bloody hard.

How did this happen?
What caused it?

Oh, that's the whole bloody mystery.

There's nothing we can put our
finger on. It just...just happened.

I'm not gonna lose it.

I know I'm always
gonna be there for her.

Some days I just...

..I just feel so closed in
by Connie needing me so much.

Is that wrong?

Von?

(Screams) No!
Shut up and do as you're told.

(Gasps and pants)

What...
(Groans)

(Grunts)

(Gasps and pants)

(Grunts)

(Continues grunting)

You should look at keeping up
the physio once you get home.

Gav can do it.

Well, even just a couple of
professional sessions would be good,

just until your lungs clear.

He wouldn't hear of it.
Come on.

If money's a bit of a problem,

there is a clinic here at
the hospital we can refer you to.

Oh, money is tight

but we've got medical insurance.

Besides, Gav's a Vietnam vet.
Ah-ha.

There's always the Gold Card
if we need it.

Did you mention that
in your admission form?

Gav doesn't like to rely on it.

I guess he feels like

the country doesn't owe him anything
for his service.

Oh. But you do?

He was pretty mixed up
when we first met.

I'm sure the war
had a lot to do with it.

Oh, how'd you go? Everything OK?

I'm not sure.

You oughta check on your colleague.

Von?
Yeah.

We were talking
and she just ran away.

That's not like her. Was she paged?

If she was, I didn't hear it.

(Knocks) Von?

(Knocks lightly) Von, you in there?

Oh. Everything OK?

Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?

Er, because Gavin Mosdell
said you ran off

before arranging
any of his wife's home visits.

Ah, something came up.
Oh.

Anything I can help with?

Um, er, tell me more
about this couple.

Er, do you think she's being
abused or neglected in any way?

Connie?
Mmm.

No! She's being
incredibly looked after.

They've got insurance, er, and he has
a Gold Card from serving in Vietnam,

so no money issues.

He told you he was a vet?
No, she did.

Oh.

Is there something I'm missing?

No, I was just wondering if there
was more to this home care request

than you were letting on.

No, I'd tell you if there was.

As long as I know
what I'm dealing with.

OK.

Thank you.

You're a good boy. Yes, you are.

Hmm?

Alright, his chest is clear. I'm,
um...I'm gonna take some bloods.

Isn't that a little bit premature?

Thought you said
that he just had a fever.

He does.
But...?

Rhiannon says there's a suspected
case of mumps in the creche.

Mumps?
Hi. I don't think we've met.

Oh, sorry. Rhiannon, Frank Campion.
Rhiannon is one of Zac's carers.

I've heard a lot about you,
Dr Campion.

My reputation has spread all the way
to the creche? Good heavens.

I'm an agency nurse. We like to
keep each other informed.

Yes, I bet you do.

Right, so is his chest clear?
Mmm.

What about urine?
I haven't gotten any yet.

Little bugger usually pees on cue
the second we take his nappy off.

So is there any other reason
why you think he might have mumps?

Because I haven't gotten around to
getting his 12-month injections yet.

I was just so busy and I kept trying
to make an appointment at the clinic.

But I was busy and...
Yes, alright. Whoa, whoa.

I'm not criticising you.

Just wondering
if there's any swelling.

(Tenderly) Hey, little man.
Do you mind if I look at you?

Yes.
What's that? Your neck?

Come here. Good boy.

What a good boy you are, aren't you?
Very good boy.

OK, I don't think
there's any swelling,

but if Rhiannon would help you
put the emla patches on,

I'll be the villain
that takes the blood.

Thank you.

Not that a prospective godfather

should ever be called a villain,
should he?

BART: You've gone quiet.
Are you in pain?

Just thinkin'.

About how much life can suck.

You don't really believe that.

Oh, yeah, I do.

Yeah, maybe it does suck sometimes.

Please don't patronise me.

Look at you.

I bet you got it all
laid out ahead of you.

I can take over here if you...
You're right.

I've got a lot of good things
in my life.

My friends, my job.

Suppose that's my cue
to think of something positive too.

Might help. You got your kids.

Yeah.

One thing the mongrel
didn't completely stuff up.

And your puppy.

Which ran away
at the first opportunity.

I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere.

Excuse me, do you work in the ED?

What can you tell us
about Max Parnell's injuries?

Oh, no, no comment.

Was he hit by a car?
No, no comment.

There's been reports the police
are talking to his team-mate.

Can you confirm or deny this?
Can you let me inside, please?

Were you present when Parnell
made his allegations?

I'll 'allegate' you if you don't let
me get inside to treat my patients!

Alright, alright, the show's over.

Dr Campion, are you personally
looking after this case?

When can we expect the hospital
to make an official statement?

When hell freezes over.

I don't want anyone telling
those vultures out there

even so much as the shoe size
of our patient, you got me?

Yes.

I'd think twice
about going out for lunch.

The press are hounding everybody
in a staff uniform for details.

Lucky for them you've already
supplied the six o'clock headline.

It's OK.
Played nice while you were away.

He'll be ready to go upstairs,
once we finish here.

I'll let them know.

Pedal pulses in the right foot
are absent.

You must have creped the leg
too tightly.

No, it'd be compartment syndrome.

Which is usually caused by...

I did not over-compress the leg,
Steve.

We all make mistakes, Jack.

Can we, for one second, just
concentrate on the patient, please?

This is ridiculous.

Let's get the Doppler.
And put Orthopaedics on stand-by.

You know, Zac, you are
my very best little patient,

probably the best patient
I've had all year.

Yes, and this is
a great hospital, isn't it?

Are we getting close
to the magic moment?

We certainly are.
Excellent.

'Cause you know what I found
in my pocket, Zac?

Bubbles!

Oh, wow!
Look.

How high do you think
the bubbles are gonna go?

All the way to the sky.
You wanna count to three with Mum?

I'm gonna blow the bubbles
as high as I can. You ready?

One, two, three.

OH!

Hmm?
Oooh!

Beaumont?
What?

You winced.

No, I didn't.
Yes, you did.

Don't fib in front of your son.
It's a mum thing. She's allowed.

Thank you, Rhiannon.
You're welcome.

Look! (Laughs)

Sweetheart, you need the treatment.

They only want to admit you
for a couple of days.

And what if it ends up longer?

I'd rather be at home.

Hope I'm not interrupting.
Oh, good. You're back.

Everything OK?
Is there a problem here?

Um, maybe you can talk some sense
into her.

She doesn't want to
let the doctor treat her.

I'm not trying to be difficult.

I just think it'll be harder

if you have to come
and visit me in hospital.

I'm enough of a burden as it is.
Oh, sweetheart!

You're never a burden.
Please, let them admit you.

You need to be monitored around the
clock for the next 48 hours, Connie.

You see? You're outnumbered.

OK.
Great.

I'll go get the paperwork started.

Mind if we have a chat?
Sure.

You were in Vietnam, right?

Yeah, right.

Don't remember me, do you?

I-I'm not sure what you're...

A field hospital storeroom.
Middle of a thunder storm.

I was the one
with a gun to my head.

Um...

I-I'm sorry. I better get back.

You walk away, you bastard,

and I will happily finish this
conversation in front of your wife.

What do you want?

I want to know why
you stood there and watched.

Why you did nothing.

Tell me.

Look...I was just a kid, alright?

What the hell do you think I was?

You did nothing all those years ago.

Don't you dare do nothing now!

What can I say?
What...what do you want me to say?

That you're a coward.

Say it.

Alright.

I'm a coward.

You think I don't know that?

Get out of my sight.

You're not gonna tell my wife...
Get out of my sight.

Ah.
(Groans)

Central monitoring. I want
central monitoring on that list.

I want to know the status
of every patient here.

And will you rest
on the seventh day?

Fine. Fine.

Why don't I just write down
"new everything, please"?

Forget the 'please'.
Find out what Zoe thinks too.

Now, I want this list
presented to Admin today

while they've still got
my boot print on their arse.

Er, you got a minute?
What?

Detective Sergeant Grant.
Oh, yeah.

I understand that our boy in Resus

is still waiting to be
shipped up to Theatre.

Yeah, there was a complication.
But he'll live.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'd hate for this
to turn into a murder investigation.

So would we.
Which brings me to my point.

The media's in a frenzy out there.
So I noticed.

I need to get my star witness

down to the station
for some more questioning.

If there's any way you can keep them
busy while we slip out the back...

No problemo. My specialty
is dealing with the media.

(Scoffs)

I trust there's a back door
to this place.

Jaeger.
Follow me.

You were there. Tell them Max
was out of his mind when he said it.

Yes, yes. The patient
was medicated and distressed.

You see? This is crazy.

OK, you just calm down, Mr Williams.

You can tell us again how crazy
it is when we get to the station.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

OK. Are we ready to travel here?

Er, obviously not.

JACK: The leg's still compromised.
STEVE: Compartment
syndrome.

Well, there was a thought it was
due to a constrictive dressing.

Which was wrong.

Hey, we all make mistakes.

Er, gentlemen, just tell me -
what exactly is the plan?

Emergency escharotomy.
Conservative treatment.

The guy's an athlete.

If we do an escharotomy,

he'll have virtually no chance
of making a full recovery.

And if we do nothing,
then he'll lose the leg anyway.

You don't know that for sure.

OK. So, what? We should just wait
until one of us is proved right?

Is that what you're suggesting?

Set up for the escharotomy.

(Sighs) Let's not
jump the gun again, mate.

You've already been an idiot
once today.

Oh, I'm being an idiot, am I?

What I'm trying to do
is save my patient.

Our patient.

Guys. Guys, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Set up for the escharotomy.

But just give it half an hour.

Let's see if the thing
resolves itself

before we go cutting open his leg
in the ED.

Page me when we have a winner.

(Groans)

Michelle's X-rays.
Excellent.

Ah! I'll take those. Thank you.

How's the arm feeling, Michelle?

No pain.

I'll be in to see you shortly.

Oh, Jesus!

(Sighs)
Checking on my work?

As always, Homer.

As always.

Now, that is
a very good realignment.

Thank you.

Mind you, you had expert assistance.

Now, look, Homer,
I want to know how you're going.

Dr West.

I'm so sorry but there is the most
adorable visitor for you in Triage.

Ah, yes. Great. Later. I promise.

Jaeger!
What?

Well?
What?!

Who is it?

Oh, that is for me to know
and you to find out, mister!

(Gasps) LM!

Oh, my God! Where was she?
Animal shelter.

Oh!

She's so cute!

Ooh, ow.
Oh, here.

Sorry.
What does 'LM' stand for?

Little Mongrel.

Oh, the kids got her
to replace the big one

and I named it before I knew
she wasn't a he.

I contacted your family.

Your daughter's on her way over
to take you and LM home.

(Chuckles)

I can't believe you went to
the trouble of finding her.

Ah. Part of the job.
Thank you.

I just got him to
take a little water.

That is great.

His bloods are back and all he has
is a fever of unknown origin.

So it's probably just teething,

which makes me look like
a totally neurotic mother.

Or one who was
worried about their baby.

I don't think anyone's gonna
hold that against you.

Come on, Zac.

Let's get you out of here.
Hey, honey?

You've been a godsend today.

Thank you so much
for staying with him.

That's OK. I was actually
at the end of my shift anyhow.

I know I should be grateful
that there's a creche on site.

I just wish the site
wasn't a place

where sick people
brought their bloody germs.

But think of the amazing immune
system he's gonna end up with.

Too true.

All we need is two of Mummy...
(Kisses)

..and everything would be OK,
wouldn't it?

Whenever you need to be
in two places at once,

I'm more than happy to help.

Are you serious?

Yeah.
If I'm not rostered on upstairs.

He's a cutie.

And I'm just twiddling my thumbs
when I'm not working, so...

Thank you, Rhiannon.
I will keep that in mind.

OK.

See ya. 'Bye. 'Bye!
'Bye.

(Chuckles)

Gentlemen, you paged me.

Which would seem to indicate
that one of you was right.

The problem resolved itself.

So we didn't have to do
the emergency escharotomy.

Well, we all make mistakes, mate.

Always good to take your time.
Make sure of things before you act.

Couldn't agree with you more, Mike.
Let's get him out of here.

Von! Von.

Where the hell have you been?

Excuse me?

Well, two minutes outside with you

and Gavin's suddenly
insisting on taking Connie home.

Zoe's furious!

Oh, well,
we can't have Zoe furious, can we?

Look, if there's something
that you're not telling us or...

Look...

..maybe he's not
the loving husband he appears.

OK. I'm gonna need more than that
to back you on this.

And if Connie was your patient,
so would you.

Oh, is that so, Daniel?

I'd feel more comfortable looking
after her myself, that's all.

Sorry. I'm interrupting again.

I need to talk over some things
with your wife.

About your home care.

Mmm, er, that's great, Von.

However, they've decided
that they won't be staying.

So we need to get onto that ASAP.

And I certainly hope
it was nothing I said.

Of course not.
No. Just prefer to be home.

Of course.

And, seeing the urgency,

I will
take over your case personally.

Thank you. That's very kind.
Right.

Now, I'll need to come every day,
at least for the first week,

to give you the medications you need.

And there are other things
I can do while I'm there.

So, don't want you to worry.

We're going to see
quite a bit of each other.

STEVE: "Blair Williams
is assisting police

"with their inquiries into

"the attempted murder
of star athlete Max Parnell."

Admin are going to spew!

Bloody hell.
I never said any such crap.

I just can't believe how swiftly
they got all that out there.

Emergency. Gabrielle speaking.

Never let the facts get in the way
of a good story, do they?

No, they don't. Trial by media.

Jack, welcome to the modern age.

Yep. Alright. You made your point.

OK. Thanks.

Hey, we've got an incoming.
(Grunts)

It's another hammer attack.

This is Karen Kovacs, mid 20s.

Assumed assault with a blunt object,
possibly a hammer.

She's had multiple injuries
to her face and head.

We found her about 30 minutes ago.

Her left eye's completely blown

but her right eye's
reactive to light.

OK, when we're ready. On my three.

One, two, three.

She had seizures en route

and we've given her Valium 5mg,
with effect.

Frank, there are
no abdominal injuries.

So the attack was concentrated
on her head and face.

Hmm. Whoever did this
was obviously out to kill.

Did a pretty good job too.

I'll get onto ICU,
see if they've got a bed available,

and get onto our next of kin.

Let's get her onto the ventilator
as soon as possible.

Bree, do they know if this attack
was connected to the other one?

Yeah. She's the wife
of the team physio.

The neighbours said they heard

something like an argument
last night.

Max Parnell's
secret visits or something.

So they were lovers.
Yeah.

I reckon the police are in the market
for one seriously pissed off husband.

Still think
you made the right call, mate?

Did you get that list off to Admin?
What list?

You know what bloody list.

This list?

Why hasn't it gone up?
Who says it hasn't?

It has?
Mmm!

About an hour ago it came back.

Beauty.

They've rejected
the whole bloody lot.

Every single request.

They wouldn't have had time
to read them let alone consider them!

Maybe they were too busy looking
at you flexing your rippling biceps

on television.

Gee!

Hey, listen...
Hi.

I'm sorry if I was
a little overly protective today.

No. You wouldn't have been
if you didn't care.

And I really appreciate that.

Come here.

Mmm.

You know,
Dan is an understanding guy,

but this hug's probably
a little long, even for him.

(Chuckles)

Oh. Sprung.

Um...buy us a pizza tonight,
I promise not to beat you up.

If I'm paying,
there's anchovies involved.

No. I hate anchovies!

OK, OK. We'll go Dutch.

Something I've got to do first.
Alright.

Are you OK? Do you want to talk?
No.

Walk with me?

You need to know I'm alright.
I understand that.

You've got a department to run.

You can't have
a doctor who's a liability.

Well, Homer...

I've got a fridge full of casseroles
that people have cooked me.

Bunches of dead flowers
I'm not sure I want to throw out yet.

And my parents call me
three times a day to check on me.

(Chuckles)
But I'm OK.

I got through today.

I'll get through tomorrow
and the day after that.

I know it's gonna be hard sometimes

but Annie would've
wanted me to keep going.

So...thank you.

But you've got
nothing to worry about.

You know, Homer, Annie would've been
very proud of you today.

(Sighs) I wish you'd
tell me what's wrong.

Nothing's wrong.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
Oh, that's quite alright.

Now, you know this is
against my advice.

But if you're determined to go home,

it's important that you get
a follow-up X-ray.

Here is a letter of referral
to your GP.

Here you go.
To take you to your car.

Oh, that's really not necessary.
Hospital policy says otherwise.

So, here. I'll help you in.
Excuse me.

Ms Ryan.

Can I have a word?

I just, er...I wanted you to know,
the man who, er...

..the man who attacked you...

..he was killed in combat
about a month later.

And...

..that's supposed to fix everything,
is it?

No.

No. Of course not.

(Sighs) Look, I've spent years

trying to make amends for that
one moment of doing nothing.

It was a lifetime, not a moment.

You know what it was like over there.

I mean, it was another world.

Well, it was what we made it.

Unless, of course,
you had a gun pointed at your head.

I'm sorry. I really am so sorry.

Is there any way you can forgive me?

No.

DAN: All set to go, Mr Mosdell?

Yeah, well, er...

I'll take her.
OK. Yep.

Thank you. 'Bye.
'Bye.

'Bye.

Do you want to tell me
what THAT was all about?

Oh, he, er...

..he had something of mine.

But I got it back.