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Admin have told me
the hospital's going to do

an internal investigation
into Mr Carey's death.

I'd like to report a missing person.
My wife.

Who is she? The Melbourne
travel tags on your bag.

MIKE: Oh, yeah.
I was, um, medical conference.

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYS)

(APPLAUSE)

Wow. It'd really take something
to get that good, wouldn't it?

Mmm. You'd have to have had
your heart broken.

Nakaza Mam re rad.

"No cure for love".
Where did you learn Czech?

Prague.
Oh, yeah?

Mm-hm.
You never told me you went there.

Someone at a party said
it was beautiful.

I went home, emptied out the
bank account and bought a ticket.

Hmm! Just like that?
Mm-hm.

Haven't you ever jumped on a plane

for no better reason than it was
going somewhere you wanted to be?

Hey, I'm here, aren't I?

Yeah, but you came to see ME.
It doesn't count.

You knew what to expect.

Well, I'm not so sure about that.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't have the kind of job
that just lets me take time off.

So quit. You've got plenty of money.

You'd get another job
in five seconds.

Are you thinking about it?

I'm thinking about you...
and getting out of here.

Lets go.

(LAUGHS)

Tommy Cheung, 45-year-old male.

Found unconscious
in a plastics factory.

GCS 8 on the scene.
We had to intubate.

No sedation was required
and his pupils are even but sluggish.

OK. Tommy, are you with us, mate?
Tommy!

His boss had to drag him outside.

The whole place stank.
I'm guessing chemical exposure.

OK, let's move it.

On my count. One, two, three.

When we got to him he was cyanosed.

Lips were bluish.
Minimal respiratory effort.

We intubated him straightaway
and his sats came up from 83% to 93%.

Any idea how long
he was exposed for?

No.

Do you know what chemicals
the factory uses?

You name it, they used it.
His boss is putting a list together.

He's on his way in now.

Let's get him stable
and up to ICU as soon as we can.

Yep. Amy.
Can you get a mask on, please?

Careful not to break
the ventilation circuit.

Anything he's inhaled
could get us too.

Right.

Hi. Can I help you?

I'd like to see whoever's in charge.
Yeah. Can I ask what it's about?

My husband died in here
two weeks ago.

His name was Timothy Carey.

Yeah. Why don't you come on through
and I'll find someone to talk to you?

Thank you.

(BUZZES)

Ah, Jack.
Come on, let's get this over with.

You'll be fine.

Course he will. Morbidity
and Mortality meetings are routine.

Even when they're
requested by the coroner?

Yes, even then.

It's not the firing squad. It's just
the hospital doing what it has to do.

We'll see.
Hmm.

Now, I know you feel bad
about what happened,

but this isn't a counselling session,

so just present your case notes,
keep it short and simple

and we'll be out of there
in half an hour.

Frank. Y... (SIGHS)
Busy.

Do you know how long
Frank's gonna be?

No idea. Can I help?

How do you feel about
speaking to Timothy Carey's widow?

Timothy...
Jack's mercury patient.

I didn't know there was a wife.

Well, me neither,
but there is and she's here.

You didn't say anything, did you?
Do I look stupid?

OK. I'll handle it,
hopefully before Jack gets back.

What's her name?
Janice. I've got her in Triage.

Be right here.
OK.

Hey.
Hey.

You still camping with Dan?
Yep.

How's he doing?

He's not sleeping.
He wanders around at night.

That's understandable.

He finally reported Erica missing.

OK. Thank you.

Mrs Carey, this is Doctor Beaumont.

Hello. I'm the 2IC here.

Were you in charge
the night my husband died?

No, that was Dr Campion.

Then he's the one I need to speak to.

He's in a meeting at the moment.
I can wait.

Um, he could be some time.

Then I'd like to see
the doctor who treated my husband.

He's not on duty at the moment.
How convenient.

Mrs Carey, I am here to answer
any questions that I can for you.

The coroner's office said there was
some kind of investigation

and it sounds like
one of your doctors was responsible.

A routine internal review
is underway.

I want to know what happened
to Timothy. I need to know.

I'm very sorry, but there's very
little anyone can say right now.

My husband came here for treatment
and he died.

Why won't anybody
tell me what happened?

What are you covering up?
Nothing, I assure you.

Look, why don't I take your details
and you'll be told the outcome?

Dan! Dan.
Yep, I'm here.

Get a wheelchair.
OK.

Sorry to keep you waiting, folks.
This shouldn't take long.

I shouldn't think so, Duncan.
How's the family?

Yeah, great, thanks, Frank.
The youngest starts uni next year.

Ah, good for him.
Yeah.

OK, well, we all know
why we're here.

The coroner has requested this review
into your deceased patient, Dr Quade.

A death due to,
as the coroner says in his finding...

It says that
Timothy Carey's death was due to

excessive and inappropriate
administration of chelators.

There's a helluva lot
more to it than that.

Yeah, I'm sure there is. Why
don't you present the case notes?

The patient
presented to the E.D. disoriented.

He told me that
he had been self-medicating

for symptoms of depression
with regular doses of mercury.

(SCOFFS) Bloody idiot.

Yeah, wouldn't argue with that.
Mmm.

So what dosage
over what period of time?

Well, he was barely coherent.

He couldn't or, rather,
wouldn't tell me.

So you had a patient presenting
with a very rare condition,

something we've all only read about.

Mmm.
How did you proceed?

I know that I was out of my depth...
Just answer the question.

..and I accept full responsibility
for what happened.

Don't get the cart before the horse.

Just tell us what medical treatment
you gave the man.

I took urine and blood samples
for urgent testing.

Mm-hm?

Results are back.

His blood isn't clotting
as fast as it should.

Got two units of platelets coming.

Something going on
with his liver too.

Get a stat dose of vitamin K
into him.

Yep.
Pulmonary oedema.

Up his peep from 5 to 7.5
and give him 10 miligrams Lasix IV.

Uh-huh.
How's his urine output?

Almost non-existent.
OK.

Hopefully the diuretic
will help with that as well.

Who'd work with chemicals
that can do this to you?

Tommy, you with us, mate?

No sedation at all, he's still
not responding. This is not good.

He's not even wearing
any protective gear.

We don't know anything
about the factory.

We know something wasn't done right.
Look at the guy.

Can you chase up the Blood Bank
for us, please, Amy?

Thank you.

Let's set up for a central line.
Yep.

Yes, I'll hold.

(COUGHS)

If I hadn't found him on the factory
floor he could be dead now.

Well, he's here now.

Oh, Amy, this is Darrel Hornby,

the owner of the plastics factory
our Resus patient was working in.

And this is a list of
all the chemicals they use.

(COUGHS)
You use all these?

Not all of them all the time.

Ones on the top are the ones
I reckon Tommy was using last night.

Righto. Would you get them to Resus?

OK.

How's Tommy doing?
Is he gonna be alright?

He is in a critical condition.

Oh.
How long were you in there with him?

Oh, just the time it took to try
and wake him and then drag him out.

Right. Well, I think we should
get you checked out by a doctor.

I'm fine.
I need to get back to work.

Come on, come on.
(COUGHS)

It's not gonna take long.

"Divinyl benzine
and carbon tetrachloride."

Could explain
the kidney and liver failure,

but so can most of the others.

So you still don't know
what's causing the symptoms?

I wish I did.

All we can do is match the symptoms
to the chemicals and go from there.

Priority now is making sure his
kidney and liver don't get any worse.

But if you don't know, then how...?

Maybe it would help if Steve was
kept up to date on the urine output.

Half-hourly arterial blood gases?

Thanks.
And keep a close eye on his kidneys.

Still almost no urine output.

The diuretic doesn't seem
to have done much.

We'll get a Vas-Cath into him.
Have the dialysis machine handy.

Yep.
His sats have dropped again.

Increase FiO2 to 60%.

As soon as I'm in,
get the portable X-ray back in here.

Go on, off you go.
Get onto Radiology.

Have you spoken
to the Blood Bank yet?

Doing it now.

There is a chance she's accentuating
her symptoms so she can stay here.

Can't blame her wanting to know
what happened to her husband.

I don't, but we can't tell her
anything. Admin would go ballistic.

She's lost her husband.

And before that her son.
Dan, I know the history.

Well, she's not gonna
stop asking questions.

(SIGHS) You should
not be nursing her.

Do you see anyone else available?

Oh, she's not to know
that you looked after her husband.

Have you got that?
Don't worry.

Er, Charlotte, are you across
what's happening in Resus?

Mmm.
The factory owner's come in.

He may be showing signs
of chemical exposure as well.

Alright. I'll be there in a second.
Can you check out Mrs Carey?

If she's fine, get her out of here
before Jack gets back.

Mrs Carey, this is Dr West.
Bart.

Dan tells me that you fainted.
How are you feeling now?

A little better.

Good.

Look, I understand that you're
going through a difficult time.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Yes, you all keep saying that.

Ever fainted before?
No.

Any history of cardiac disease,
blood pressure problems?

I haven't seen a doctor in years.

I'm gonna examine you and do some
neurological tests, if that's OK.

Did you look after my husband?

No. I didn't meet him.

I feel like I'm being kept a mile
away from anyone who might've.

The patient's death
was recorded at 1:43am.

Well, no-one would dispute

that you gave the appropriate
treatment for mercury poisoning.

Well, the issue is the calculation
for the required dosage.

Well, a calculation, it's easy
to get wrong under pressure.

But I didn't make the calculation.
I guessed.

He was forced to make an estimation.

There were extenuating
circumstances, you see.

All this happened on the night

that the hospital computer system
was changed over,

so the whole system was down.

Yeah. ICU was in chaos.

I mean, I can't imagine
what it was like in the E.D.

It was bad.

Pathology was out too, so they
couldn't process the test results.

In other words,

we had no information
on which to base a calculation.

We could've sent Pathology
to St Angela's for processing.

Your patient would have been dead
by the time the results came back.

He did die, Frank.
Read the coroner's report.

I administered
almost double the dose necessary.

You did the very best a doctor
could do under tough conditions.

This is a waste of time.
We all know what happened.

I killed my patient, OK? I'm done.
No, you're not. Sit down.

Were you on duty that night, Frank?
Not officially.

But you were in the E.D.?

Yes, because of
the computer changeover.

You assumed there could be trouble.
And I was right.

It was bloody chaos.
Mmm.

Did Dr Quade consult you
about the chelation therapy?

Yes, he did, and I agreed with it.
And you discussed dosage?

Well, with no pathology
to back me up,

I was as much in the dark as he was.

So you didn't give him
any instructions

regarding what dose
to administer to the patient?

No. I made that call.
Because he had to.

And if you had discussed
specific dosage with Dr Quade,

what would you have advised?

This is ridiculous. He would have
opted for a more cautious approach.

He would have administered a small
amount and increased incrementally.

And knowing that,
you still administered a dose

which turned out to be
double the required amount?

Yes.

Dr Quade, with hindsight, given
the same set of circumstances...

..what course of action
would you take?

I don't know.

Your ECG seems normal,
so it doesn't look like

it's your heart
that's causing your fainting spell.

BP's up a little bit.

Well, that's understandable
when you're a bit anxious.

To tell you the truth,
I think you're in very good health.

It's most likely
that your fainting spell

was caused by the stress
that you're going through.

I'd be a lot less stressed
if someone would tell me

what happened
when my husband came in here.

I'm sorry but, as I said,
I didn't treat your husband.

Even if I did,
there's nothing we could tell you...

Hospital protocol. I know.

We can't discuss the case until
the internal review's completed.

Dr Beaumont told you about that.
You've got no idea what it's like.

My husband just vanished,
gone for months, and now this.

I just need someone
to help me fill in the gap,

tell me what happened,
where he'd been.

There's nothing more we can tell you.

I really think
that you should go home.

But I'm ill.
You have to let me stay.

Of course, but I've investigated
your symptoms very thoroughly.

I'm feeling dizzy again.

Mrs Carey? Come on, Janice.

Oh, let's organise some bloods.
Mm-hm.

(COUGHS)

OK, I'll organise
a chest X-ray and an ECG.

And we'll need to take some bloods.
I was only in there a minute.

Well, your exposure to the chemical
seems to be minor,

but we won't take any chances, OK?

Is Tommy gonna be alright?

It's a little early to say.

Is there any family
I can contact for him?

He had a wife.
They divorced a while back.

Pretty messy.

Well, she may still want to know.

I have no idea where she is.

All I know is she got the kids
and he's still supporting them.

Works any overtime I can give him.

Is that what he was doing
last night? Working overtime?

Yeah, I guess.
I didn't know he was there.

Well, one of the other night-shift
workers would have seen him.

We can't run after midnight.

The ventilators
have to be turned off after that,

or we'd be shut down by council.

Were the ventilators on
when you found him?

No, the whole place was shut up.

He'd know how dangerous that is!

I go on and on
about Health and Safety!

Everyone knows that.

I had no idea he was so desperate.

He should've come to me.
I would've helped him!

(COUGHS) Not worth killing yourself
over a few extra bucks.

Would you go easy on yourself?

Thanks to you, he got out alive.

I'm sorry you've had
such a long wait.

Oh, it's my own fault.

That stepladder's older than me.

We both should've been
thrown on the scrap heap years ago.

Well, maybe next time you should get
your son to change the light bulb.

If I waited for him
to come and visit,

I'd be sitting in the dark
until Christmas.

How'd you go?
Don't ask.

The operation won't take long.

When you wake up
you'll be in the Orthopaedic ward.

Oh, thank you, dear.

Nice to see you, Mrs Garner. 'Bye.
'Bye.

What happened?
He shot himself in the foot.

No, the head.
That good?

Yep.

He wants to kill off his career
because of misplaced guilt,

so now everything
is up to Duncan Campbell.

Well, I'm really gonna make your day.

Timothy Carey's widow's here.
What?

She wants to know what happened.

Why the bloody hell
didn't you get rid of her?

Because she fainted
and earnt herself a bed in Subacute.

Christ, I leave you in charge
for five minutes...

I'm handling it.
I just thought you should know.

Make sure Quade doesn't know.
I won't tell him if you don't.

Why do people send me this crap?!

Yeah, your blood pressure's
still a little bit high.

You probably think
I'm putting all this on

to make a nuisance of myself.

Nobody thinks that.

But I hope you're not waiting around

for information
that we don't have at the moment.

Of course I'm waiting,
whether it's here or at home.

What else can I do?

Well...

..you could try and move forward.

I knew he was missing our son.
I knew he wasn't coping.

But I was barely managing myself.

One day he went for a walk
and he didn't come back.

Did you go to the police?
Of course.

They just filed him away
as another missing person.

There was no word
until they told me he'd died in here.

I don't know where he was living.
I don't know how he survived.

I don't know how he died.

I've got the results
of your blood test.

So far we've found nothing that
could cause your fainting spells.

To be honest...
Um, excuse me.

I have to be honest, I don't think
there's anything wrong with you,

apart from the stress,
which is completely understandable.

I can prescribe something
that might help.

I don't need tranquillisers.

OK.

But are you getting
any type of counselling?

I want to see someone else,
someone with more experience.

I've been very thorough.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to suggest
you don't know what you're doing.

But I can have a second opinion,
can't I?

If that's what you want,
I'll see if someone's available.

Might be a bit of a wait.

I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, good.

Now how are you feeling?

Breathing's a bit easier.

Good.

I know it's hard, but try and relax.

How can I relax,
with the state Tommy's in?

Well, I brought you in
some paperwork

so you can start
putting it through to WorkCover.

This could be the end of the company.

How long have you been running it?

Since Dad died.

Almost 30 years.

I've always done the right thing
by the blokes on the factory floor,

no matter
what hard knocks we've taken.

Tommy should've come to me
before doing something this stupid.

You pay him.
You'd know when he was working.

I don't do the payroll.

The hours he works,
they'd be on record.

I don't know what hours people work.

I don't check that.
I've got enough to do.

I'm in there before dawn every day,

organising transport,
chasing up accounts.

If you were in there that early
and he worked all night,

would you have seen him?

No, no, no. The office block's
on the other side of the factory.

I wouldn't know
if the whole workforce was in there.

You got time for a consult?
Yeah, what?

Resus patient. His name's Tommy.

Found unconscious in a plastics
factory. Major chemical exposure.

What sort?
A whole ton of them, mate.

We're trying to match symptoms
to specific chemicals.

You'll be here till the cows
come home. What are his symptoms?

Pulmonary oedema,
liver and kidney failure,

minimal urine output,
minimal respiratory effort.

My gut feeling is it's just one
chemical driving the whole thing.

What's hazmat got to say?
They told Von it could take a while.

Put a bloody rocket up 'em!
We don't have a while.

Latest arterial blood gases.
Potassium's up to 6.2.

Oh. Maybe it's
carbon monoxide poisoning.

Faulty generator or machine
or lousy ventilation.

(MACHINE BEEPS)
He's in VF!

Get a move on, you two!

Come on, mate.
Charging to 360.

Adrenaline and atropine
mini-jets, Amy.

Coming.

Come on!

(MACHINE BEEPS)
Here, give it to me.

You take over the bagging.
Charged. Clear! Clear!

No change!
Charging again.

Adrenaline in.
Charged.

Clear.

Still no change.
Charging again. 360.

Atropine in.
Charged.

Clear!

Come on, Tommy!

He's back. Normal sinus rhythm.
Yes!

Do another arterial blood gas
and tell ICU to prep for dialysis.

We still don't know what's
driving this. What about the ambos?

They say anything about where they
found this bloke in the factory?

Nothing much. Just that
the place stank of chemicals.

Find them.
Any observations, anything at all.

Smells, chemical barrels...

We need answers
while this guy's still alive.

So you were there.
You saw the place.

Now, could you tell

if someone was working
in the factory from the office?

Yeah, sure. The offices
overlook the factory floor.

And Darrel was with Tommy
when you arrived?

Yep.
STEVE: Hey, Heath, you got a second?

Yeah, what's up?

I need some more information
on that plastics factory.

Don't you two
work in the same department?

What?
I was after the same thing.

Right, OK. Did you see
any chemical drums there?

We didn't go inside, but they were
stacked all over the place.

Anything that you recognised?

Didn't take time
to take in the view.

You said the place stank.

What did it smell like?
Farts.

I'm not joking, man!
That's what it smelt like.

Like the entire population
had been farting for a fortnight.

That's your best description?
I have not smelt anything so bad.

OK. Thanks, mate.

Yeah, thank you, Heath.

You're welcome.

Bart!

You're always
up for a bit of research.

What chemical smells like farts?

Well, it's probably something
from the methane family.

OK, see if you can
nail down a specific one

used in the plastics industry.

I'm onto it.
Good man. Thank you.

Do you think
the exposure's been accumulating

over more than one night?

Looks like it, which meant last night

wasn't Tommy's first shift
without the ventilation working.

Yeah, but just a minute.

The boss said he's in there
at 5:00 most mornings.

OK, according to Heath,

from the office he WOULD know
someone was working.

So he's been allowing it.
I reckon.

Why the hell would someone do that?

Hey.

Hey.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Don't look it.

Hey, how'd it go with Admin?
Oh, pfft. Nothing.

Routine.

Have you been back to the E.D.?
Yep. Briefly.

Just thought I'd come out
and get some fresh air.

Yeah, me too.

His wife's in there.

Whose wife?
Timothy Carey's.

What?

She came in wanting to know
what happened to him,

then she fainted,
and now she's a patient.

He didn't mention
that he had a wife, did he?

Apparently he just disappeared
a few months ago.

She had no idea where he went.
He just vanished.

You're not
looking after her, are you?

Yeah.

It's alright.

If anything,
it's given me some kind of hope.

She didn't know where Timothy was
but he was out there and he was OK.

He just didn't wanna be found.

That's all.

Right.

I don't know why Erica's done this

but that's what's happened.

That's it.

About the wife, her name's Janice.

We're not supposed to let her know
who treated her husband

or say anything about what happened.

OK?
OK.

Gotcha.

You've gotta be joking. Mrs Garner?

Are you back with us?
They didn't...have a bed for me.

I am sure they'll have one soon.

In the meantime, we'll take care
of you. This way. Subacute 3, please.

Amy, can you please help settle
Mrs Garner into a cubicle?

Can someone else do it?

It'll only take a minute
and I don't have anybody else.

She can't use a PCA
so you'll need to set up an infusion

of 50mg morphine in 50ml
to be commenced at 2ml per hour.

OK.

Don't worry, Mrs Garner.
We'll take care of you.

I'll be right back.

Where's Timothy Carey's widow?
Who told you she was here?

I just wanna see her.
No.

You need to stay away from her
and that comes straight from Frank.

I'm sure she just
wants to know what happened.

Listen to me, Jack.

If you wanna work, make yourself
useful in Triage or go home.

You go nowhere near her. Understood?

Mm-hm.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Penny for your thoughts.

I was thinking about what
you were saying last night.

About travel.
Being free to do whatever you want.

You don't think you are?

I guess not.
I seem to spend all my time at work.

Hmm. Nobody ever died wishing they'd
spent more time at the office.

I like what I do.
Hey, don't get me wrong.

I think what you do is amazing.
You save people's lives.

But I also think you might be
hiding behind that surgical mask.

Face it, Mike. You're not
a big fan of taking risks.

I take risks all the time.

Professionally, maybe.
Personally, I don't think so.

But that's OK. Each to their own.
Oh, I better go.

Where are you going?
Work.

Will I see you at the Club tonight?
Yes.

Between now and then, you should
think of something to surprise me.

Yeah? Like what?

Hmm. Take a risk.
It lets you know you're alive.

Alright, we'll get you
something for that pain now.

It's a bit sore.
You'll feel more comfortable soon.

You right with that infusion, Amy?
I'll be fine.

50ml at 2ml per hour?
Yep. Got it.

Mrs Carey? I'm Jack Quade.

I'm the doctor who treated
your husband the night he died.

Do you wanna know what happened?
Jack.

Yes, I want to know.
I'm terribly sorry, Janice.

Dr Quade shouldn't be in here.
Let him speak!

Your husband came in suffering
the effects of mercury poisoning.

His treatment required
a crucial calculation,

one which I had to guess.

'Guess'?

An estimation, based on what
we knew, which wasn't very much.

You were there?
Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?
OK, we need to hold this here.

You made a mistake?

I was under a lot of pressure.
This isn't helping, Jack.

You killed him.
That's what happened, isn't it?

You killed my husband.
Alright, both of you out.

I will handle this.
I'm terribly sorry, Janice.

It was a very unusual case.
We hadn't come across it before.

Dan.
You were covering all this up!

I'm so sorry.

You killed my husband!

Asked you to do one thing.
Keep him out of there.

Think you could handle it? No.

Short of putting a leash on the guy,
what was I supposed to do?

I'll take it from here.

Mrs Carey, I'm Frank Campion.
I'm in charge here.

Oh, at last.

Yes, I'm sorry for the way
things have been handled today.

I've had nothing but lies and deceit
since I walked in the door.

I know it's very difficult.

One of your doctors
killed my husband

and the rest of you
have been lying about it.

Oh, well, no,
I don't think that's the case.

Well, then,
why is everyone covering it up?

The hospital needs to investigate

what happened on the night
that your husband died

and it will be a thorough
investigation, believe me.

Why should I?
Because the buck stops with me.

I'm responsible
for everything that happens here.

That doctor told me
that he made a mistake.

When your husband came to us,
he was very, very ill

and we did everything
we possibly could to save him.

Everything.

For what it's worth,
Dr Quade is taking this very hard.

That's why he wanted to come in here
and talk to you about what happened.

Did he kill Timothy?

No, I don't believe so.

He just couldn't save him.

Have you spoken to the wife?

Yeah, she seems to be
settling down a little.

Do you have any idea why
I didn't want you talking with her?

She had a right to know, Frank.

Do you feel you deserve
some punishment for what happened?

Is that what this is all about?
Don't patronise me.

I'm not. It's a simple question.

Come on, Jack.
You've lost patients before.

You've never reacted like this.

This one died because
of a stupid decision I made.

It's not as if his chances
of survival were very good.

Do you want some counselling?
Would that help?

Not really my thing, is it?

Everybody's confidence
takes a hit from time to time.

You can't let it get on top of you.

Yeah, well, this is a hard one
to chalk up to experience.

Agreed.

But standing around out here

feeling sorry for yourself
isn't going to help.

And as for falling on your sword
in front of Admin, did that help?

Thank you, Frank.
I feel much better now.

Whether or not you're culpable
in this man's death

will be decided by your peers, Jack.

(SIGHS)

He's tachycardic
and his BP's still dropping.

Respiratory acidosis
is getting worse too.

Get 50 millimoles
sodium bicarb into him.

Yep.
And no sign of him rousing at all.

He's probably the only one who can
tell us what really happened.

It's called methanethiol.

Used in plastics manufacture.
Smells like rotten cabbage.

All symptoms match.

It's on the list of chemicals
the factory uses.

I printed out some case histories.
OK, so what have we got?

Can be treated with
methylene blue, but, er...

..in every case I researched,
exposure this high has been fatal.

How's Tommy? Is he OK?

No. I'm sorry. The news isn't good.

What do you mean?

Well, it's highly unlikely
he will regain consciousness.

What, h-h-he's gonna die?

Mmm.

You're gonna have to be honest

about how Tommy was exposed
to those chemicals.

I don't know how it happened.

Working long shifts
without ventilation.

I-I-I didn't know he was in there.
Yes, you did.

The truth will come out
sooner or later.

Company was going down the tubes.

What was I supposed to do?
Lay everyone off?

What, that was your only option?

Tommy needed the money.
We were doing each other a favour.

That favour
probably cost him his life.

I'm so sorry.
No, no. You don't need to apologise.

I've taken up so much
of everyone's time.

It's OK. Please.

Um, is it OK if we...

Dr Campion explained.
He said you did your best.

You've had to deal with
so much on your own already

and I don't want to add to that
by leaving you with questions

about what happened to your husband
while he was here.

Did he mention me at all?

It makes sense. He shut me out.

I was the only one

who knew about the fight they had
on the night of the accident.

Bobby storming out of the house,

his father yelling at him
as he drove away.

That was the last time
we saw our son alive.

He spoke about the loss.

Seemed to blame himself.

I blamed him for what happened too.

I've never said that before
but I did and he knew it.

You're a lot like my son.

He was tall and good-looking too.

The world at his feet.

Your husband mentioned
that I look like Bobby too.

(SOBS)

I lost them both.

First my boy and then my husband.

Just...gone.

Thank you.

I mean, I don't know
what's going on for you.

And if it's my fault, I'm so sorry.

Just don't hide from me.

Just call me, please, Ricky.

Just call me.

OK?

I love you.

Ah.
Ah, I just spoke to her again.

Von is organising some
grief counselling for her.

Right. So you feel you've helped her
resolve what happened in here?

I think so.

Well, that's a start, that's a start.

Now, I've got some news for you,
if you're interested.

You have been exonerated,
Jack, old mate. (CHUCKLES)

The Board deems that
although your action was in error,

it was mitigated
by extenuating circumstances,

so no negligence on your part.

No disciplinary action to be taken.

You are off the hook.

Great.

Hello. Are you with us?

You OK?

Bloody hell!

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Get some Narcan in here.

Don't just stand there.
She's overdosed.

Narcan. Two milligrams
in five mils. Hurry!

What's going on?

Who let this happen?
What?

That morphine infusion
is set at 20 mils.

Should have been 2 mils.
Amy, did you do this?

Come on. Come on.

You right?
Hey.

You OK?

Ah, back with us again.

Did I nod off?

Something like that.

My office. Now.

I told Charlotte I was busy
but that didn't matter.

So I rushed it to try
and get back to my other patient.

We all get overworked here

but you have to do one thing
at a time and do it carefully.

I know. I know.

Alright, alright. You made a mistake.

Luckily it was one
that was noticed and dealt with.

It just proves what everyone
thinks, that I'm useless.

Oh! Nobody thinks that.

The other nurses,
they can take bloods, reset an IV

and hold the patient's hand
all at the same time

and I can't get
one medication dosage right.

But you will.

And when you've juggled all those
things as many times as they have,

it'll be like second nature.

Do you remember when you
bought me that toy medical bag?

(CHUCKLES) God, you were about five.

You started calling me Dr Fielding

and telling me that when I grew up I
could be a physician just like you.

Yes, well, I also said
you could go to Africa and hunt lions

after a day at the zoo.

But I knew that was a joke.

The doctor thing, you meant that.

Except I wasn't smart enough
to get into medicine.

I had to settle for nursing instead.

Hey. Nursing isn't
something you settle for.

I know that.

God, I have so much respect
for the job, now more than ever.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Which is why I'm resigning.

Oh, no, no. I'm not letting you walk
away just because of one mistake.

It's not just one.

I screw up all the time.

Oh, A...

I'm sorry, Uncle Frank.
I know I've let you down.

But I can't do this anymore.

Amy, just hang on.
I'm sorry, Uncle Frank. I tried.

Amy, come back.

A...

(SIGHS)

DARREL: Isn't there anything
you can do for him?

They're taking him up
to Intensive Care

where they'll try and keep him alive
until his wife and children get here.

Well, do you think I should stay?
You know, talk to them?

Well, what would you say?

Would you sign here, please?

Good. Clean bill of health.
You can go home now.

I never thought this would happen.
Thought he knew what he was doing.

Would you have done it?

Would you have worked on that
factory floor without ventilation?

No.

What a total bloody balls-up.

Mrs Garner is fine.

I don't think she realises
how lucky she is but she's fine.

No, I'm talking about Amy. Now she
wants to give up nursing altogether.

That's a little dramatic.
Yeah.

So, um, have a word
with her, will you?

Let her know she's a valued
member of the team

and give her some reassurance.

Maybe you'll be
more convincing than me

because she thinks that I am biased.

Well, she could be right.

Meaning?

I'm happy to talk to her about
nursing as a career, I really am,

but my advice to her will be

that the Emergency Department
is no place for anyone to start.

Oh, rubbish.

Coming here straight out of college
was never gonna work.

Now who's biased?
I have been very supportive.

This because she's my niece.
No.

When she started here, she didn't
want the family connection known.

She knew something
like this would happen.

She's out and proud about it
when it suits her.

So you think that's
the only reason she was hired?

It was the reason she was hired.

I'd never have signed on
a nurse with zero experience.

That's it, isn't it? You hate it when
I pull rank on you with the nurses.

I hate it because you have no rank.
I am the one in charge.

Then start acting like it. We need
good nurses. Amy's a good nurse.

Being a NUM
is not just about rosters.

You've got to nurture your staff.

I'm sorry.
Have I gone completely insane?

Are you giving me
pointers about nurturing?

Without the slightest bit of help
from you, Amy never had a chance.

Well, with her running off to Uncle
Frank every time she made a boo-boo

how was I supposed to help her?

Well, now's your chance.

So you sort it out.

(MUSICIANS TUNE UP)

Oh, thanks, darl.

Good evening.

A friend of mine told me
I should start taking a few risks.

So here goes.

(SINGS)
# Well, it's coloured by the blues

# And you can't see your way through

# And you're lying awake at night

# No matter how hard you try

# Can't even begin to cry

# And there's no-one
to hold you tight

# Come on, baby, close your eyes

# Feel the blessing coming in

# In disguise

# You know your life
is always coloured by the blues

# You look back on the day

# Seem to have it going your way

# Had it under control for a while

# I know it's hard to believe

# The pain is tugging your sleeve

# And there's heartache
behind your smile. #