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DAN: So, Jess, have you got
everything under control in 4?

JESS: Yeah, it's all done.

Here it comes.
The Queen of the Castle.

We're all busy,
so I won't keep you.

Good. Lots to do.

As you all know, the ED
has been a bit up in the air

over the last couple of weeks, with
no permanent Nursing Unit Manager.

But with Nelson's
unfortunate resignation...

..the gap had to be filled

and I've been
offered the position.

Nelson's actually resigned?

For real?

I know he's going
to be a very hard act to follow,

but I'm certain we can find a way

to make the new regime just
as efficient as the old one.

The key to running a department
like this is cooperation.

So if you give me that,
I'm sure we'll get along just fine.

VON: I've got patients
waiting in Triage.

Of course.

Thanks for your attention.

I'm going to be sick.

Maybe she'll
settle down, Jess.

I thought you were
in a meeting.

No, no, that can wait.

Has Curtis turned up?

Oh...
So how's everything going?

I've been here six weeks,
Doctor Campion.

I can run this place
with my eyes closed.

Good 'cause
I'll be tied up all day.

Aren't you at least gonna try
and talk Nelson out of this?

What a good idea, Cate.
What would I do without you?

RADIO: MVA. Cyclist versus car.

Unconscious on site,
suspected head injury.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

VINCENT: Listen, mate,
Can you hear me?

Hey, open your eyes
if you can.

Looks about 10 years old.

GCS is 12. Got multiple head
and thoracic chest contusions.

Was he on his own?

Yeah, as far as I know.

Right pupil's dilated,
size 6.

Left pupil's size four,
appears to be reactive to light.

Dullness to percussion
on the right side.

Large laceration to
the right side of the head.

Depressed skull fracture.

Get on to to Radiology,
organise an urgent head CT, please.

Decreased air entry both sides.

Likely fractures to
the right radius and left tibia.

How is he?
Tell me he's alright?

Are you his mother?
No. I ran over him.

Radiology's ready for him.

Do you know who he is?

I've never seen him before...
Were you injured?

No, I was on my way to work.

I'm a solicitor...

He just came out of nowhere...

They said that I need
to get a blood test.

You'd better wait with the police.
I'll be with you soon as I can.

Let's get him out of here,
come on, fast. Let's go.

DAN: Hang in there, mate.

Let's get you on the bed
so the Doctor can examine you.

Thanks, but I can do it.
Hurts to have anyone touch me.

Sometimes I just
want to cut it off.

Okay, I'll just
get this sling off.

Charlotte,
this is Helen Milsap.

Hey, Helen,
I'm Doctor Beaumont.

So, what have you done
to yourself?

It's my arm.
It's been giving me hell.

Alright, now, where
exactly is the pain?

In the wrist, mainly, the arm
and the elbow and shoulder.

On a scale of one to ten, sorry,
how would you rate the pain?

(sighs) Eight,
definitely an eight.

Though some nights
it's up to ten.

Alright, you taking
anything for that?

Just paracetamol.

Okay, we'll write you up for simple
oral analgesia for the time being.

You better have a look at
that file before you do anything.

You brought
your medical file with you?

I have to.
It's a WorkCover Claim.

Anything you do to me,
they pay for.

Okay.

There's a fellow outside,
wants to see the person in charge.

I take it that's you,
for the time being.

Alright, send him in.

Oh, and Von...

Everyone here looks up to you,
you know that, don't you?

So I'm counting on you
to lead by example.

You cut me some slack
and let me prove myself

and I'm sure the rest
of the team will too.

I think you underestimate
the team, Deanna.

They're all big and ugly enough
to make their own decisions.

Conrad Fry.

Deanna Richardson,
Nursing Unit Manager.

I'm with PDA Insurance.

And I'm very busy, so I hope this
isn't a ruse to sell me something.

Not at all.
Actually, I don't work in sales.

I'm in the investigations unit.
I'm like a detective.

And I still have
a hundred and one things to do.

Helen Milsap has just presented
to your department via Triage.

She's a person of interest
to our company.

How does this concern me?

Carpal tunnel syndrome, right?

I'm not familiar with her case.

Well, the woman's a fraud.

There's nothing wrong with her.

Is the pain restricted
just to your stomach?

(groans) I reckon.

You've got no pain running up
your arm or to your chest?

No, no,
just the gripes in my gut.

How long has it been going on?
About an hour.

And what were you doing
when it started?

I was building a bird feeder.

Yeah, really wanted
to get it finished today,

but I'm not much good
at that sort of thing.

Think you might have strained
yourself while you were working?

No, it just came on.

It was right after I caught
a glimpse of a tree martin.

I see.

You can imagine
what a treat that was.

Yes.

Well, you normally only see them
in wide open spaces, don't you?

You know, wetlands, rivers.
That's more their sort of go.

Well, I could imagine
something as exciting as that

would bring on some pain.

Okay, you on any medication?

Only fresh air and sunshine.

Have you ever experienced
this sort of pain before?

Uh, well, I used to get
a bit of constipation

but I discovered
a good vindaloo fixes that up.

Dan!

Yes, Von?

Right, this is Carl Weekes.

Three 'E's.

I'm Dan.

Dan will take you
through to a bed

and get a doctor
to see you.

It's been a real pleasure
meeting you, Von.

Likewise.

Well, you certainly have
symptoms consistent with RSI.

Tell me about it.

I can't turn my wrist
even a little bit.

I can't even
clean my teeth properly.

How long have you
worked on production lines?

Too bloody long.

Been fifteen years
with Copeton Smallgoods.

Do you eat salami?

Devon?

I get a staff discount.

Nice.

I know that previous tests
came back inconclusive

so I'll X-ray the wrist again
and see what shows up.

Doctor Beaumont,
can I talk to you for a minute?

I haven't finished
with my patient yet.

It's important.

Excuse me.

I'm just going to check
your obs now, Helen.

What's the story?

Looks like RSI but I'm not sure.
I'm about to order tests.

Just so you know,

I had an insurance detective in
my office who says she's faking it.

If she is,
she's damn good at it.

This is the file
on her hospital visits.

I've seen her file.
She brought it in with her.

Do a quick once-over
and get her out.

Excuse me?

Helen Milsap has already
been to four other hospitals

with the same complaint.

They've all run
a battery of expensive tests

and come up with
no conclusive diagnosis.

She's just trying to beef up
a compensation payout.

Thank you for that information.

But just so you know,

I'll be treating Helen
like any other patient.

Just get her out of here,
Charlotte.

I don't want this department
caught up in her little scam.

Something wrong?

No, it's all good.

Just continue the pain relief
and I'll organise the X-rays.

Want me
to take bloods?

Oh, yes - FBC, UEC, LFT, TFT,

and we'll need to test for rheumatoid
factor and antinuclear antibodies.

Helen, there's a likelihood you have
some kind of arthritis or arthralgia.

I don't care what you call it.
As long as you can make it go away.

I'm going to give you
something for the pain, Carl.

Are you allergic to anything?

Cats that kill birds.

Hmm. What sort of work
do you do?

I was the chief financial officer
for a small public company

but they got taken over
and I got retrenched.

Bummer.

So, what do you do now?

Watch birds mostly.

Occasional job interview.

I prefer the birds.

Uh, you might be here
for a quite while,

so is there anyone
I can call for you?

Uh, sadly, no.

My wife left me
about six months ago...

Oh, I'm sorry.

..and we didn't have kids.

Mind you, I've got
red-kneed dotterels nesting at home

but they won't miss me -
they're more fickle than women.

(laughs)

Is that possible?

VINCENT: Coming through, into Resus.

What happened?

Respiratory arrest followed by a
cardiac arrest leaving Radiology.

What did the head CT show?

A large right-sided
intra-cerebral bleed.

I need to secure his airway.
Size 5.5 tube, please.

DAN: Yep, got it.

Please tell me that he's alright.
Deanna, get her out of here.

Do you know who he is yet?
No.

Please, don't let him die.

We've got a really good team
looking after him.

MACHINE BEEPS
Cricoid, Dan.

Oh, my God,
what have I done?

Tube's in. Secure the airway.

Come on, little man.

I've reviewed the AP and lateral
views of your wrist, Helen,

and I agree with
your hand surgeon -

you don't have
carpal tunnel syndrome.

There's no obvious or hairline
fractures there either.

Then why does it hurt so much?

At this stage,
we don't know.

What did you expect?
She's lying.

Can you get him out of here?

Who are you?

I'm with the insurance company
that's paying all her bills...

Jessica!

..so as far as I'm concerned,
she's my patient too.

Leave me alone, please...

People like her
are the reason

health insurance premiums
are so high.

I'll show you
where you can wait.

I can't even scratch myself
without him watching.

I mean, it's not my fault.
Helen.

I'm not putting it on.
I swear.

Just because your X-rays were clear
doesn't mean we don't believe you.

It just means we need
to change our line of inquiry.

We're not giving up
on you, Helen.

The way that insurance guy
was carrying on,

you'd think he'd be
paying for it himself.

Deanna, what the hell
are you doing

letting that insurance guy
wander all over the ED?

I was taking a blood sample.

He barged into the cubicle
and started harassing my patient

in the middle
of a consultation.

I can't be everywhere at once.

No, but you're supposed
to be in charge here...

Yes, I am. And I expect a bit
more respect, Doctor Beaumont.

He's in the waiting room.
I want him out of the ED altogether.

Sneak into this department again

and I won't need Security
to throw you out, I'll do it myself.

I was trying to find out
if you're planning to run tests...

I'm not interested in
why you're here.

The bottom line is, I won't have
you upsetting my patients. Clear?

What's becoming crystal clear
is you don't want anyone around

to record the barrage
of unnecessary tests

you're running
on that fraud of a woman.

We don't perform unnecessary tests.
Oh, really?

You'd be the first hospital
that hasn't.

Do me a favour -
actually, do yourself one -

go through her file
thoroughly

before you start lecturing me
about how I should be behaving.

How about you and I
make a deal?

You stay away from my patients
and clear of my doctors,

and I'll go through the file.

Gladly.

But I won't go far.
I still have a job to do.

So do I.

And I can promise you this -
no unnecessary tests, not in my ED.

Hey, it's Charlotte in the ED.

I have got a patient

who requires an X-ray to her
left elbow and wrist.

Thanks so much, I appreciate it.

Please tell me that
isn't for Helen Milsap.

That and nerve conduction studies,

and a consultation with the
occupational physician, actually.

Are you checking her for an enlarged
prostate while you're at it?

(laughs sarcastically)
That's hilarious, Deanna.

But just so we're clear -
if I thought it was warranted, yes.

So you're
deliberately ignoring me?

Uh, no, but I don't need
to justify myself to you either.

Even though we're dealing with
someone we've been told is a fraud?

Or is it that you haven't
studied her file thoroughly enough?

I beg your pardon.

She has already had
ten ultrasounds to her wrist,

fourteen X-rays,

seven referrals
to occupational therapists -

all at different hospitals.

So?

It wouldn't be
the first time a patient

couldn't get results
from the medical profession.

You can't be that naive.

I do not take my instructions
from insurance companies

and I certainly
don't take them from nurses

who are more interested
in money than a patient's welfare.

Deanna, how is he?
Wait here. I'll find out for you.

Cate, I can take over.
No, I'll keep going.

Look, he's exsanguinated.
There's nothing more that we can do.

It's been over 60 minutes.
I think we should call it.

Everyone agree?

Cate?

FLATLINE TONE

VINCENT: Time of death - 11:35.

I killed him.

Hey.

You alright?

The boy in Resus died.

Yeah, I heard.

We still don't
even know who he is,

and his parents are going about
their day as if nothing's happened.

Uh, the woman who hit him?

Blood samples back.
Zero alcohol.

I've just organised
a chaplain to talk to her.

My day started out so well.

Is everyone giving you
a hard time?

I'm just trying to do
the best job I can.

Well, maybe you just need to give
them a chance to get to know you.

How come you don't need that?

You know,
time to get to know me.

Maybe because I remember what
it's like to be the new kid here.

Or maybe I'm just a nicer person
than the rest of them.

Get back to work.

WHISTLING

Hi, there.

Are you okay?

Yeah, as fresh as a mountain stream
after the spring thaw.

I wasn't so chirpy before,

but Danny Boy gave me an injection
and the pain just evaporated.

Look, I didn't even feel anything,
popped it straight in there.

If you've been in enough pain
to require an injection,

you shouldn't be
wandering around.

What's your name?

Cate.

Dan!

Carl Weekes, three 'E's.
Pleased to meet you, Cate.

Carl belong to you?

Yeah, he sure does.

I turn my back for two seconds and
you're chatting up all the girls.

I was just starting to think
I got the short straw

when I got you as my nurse.

Not that you aren't wonderful, Dan.

Thanks for the afterthought.
Now, come on, back to bed.

Okay, this should help
with the pain a little.

Thanks, Jess.

You must enjoy working at the factory
if you've been there 15 years.

You're kidding, right?

It's mind numbing.

But as hideous as that crappy job
is, I'm petrified of losing it.

If I don't get that
WorkCover Claim, I'm...

Oh, sorry.

You ever think of changing jobs?

Wanted to be an air hostie once.

But I had a kid at 16,
and now with this...

And the fact no-one
can even tell me what's wrong...

We'll sort it out for you.

I wish you could do something
about that insurance company.

I'm watched every second
of every day.

I can't even go and have
a few laughs with my friends

without them reporting back
that I'm doing okay.

I'm just going to reposition your arm
under the pillow.

I didn't know
you were married?

Do you need me
to call your husband?

I'd love you to
but he died three years ago.

Um, do you ever have any trouble
getting this on and off?

I haven't noticed it before,
but...

..it was tight
when I took it off for the X-ray.

Okay.

I might just get Doctor Beaumont
to have another quick look.

Okay, so we've got all
the test results back, Carl,

and everything is normal
except for a small iron deficiency.

Are you vegetarian?

No, I mean I draw the line
at eating anything with feathers.

Well, how's your diet been?

Haven't been too fussed about it
since the wife left, to be honest.

Yeah, well, you have
to look after yourself.

Throw a few barbies.

Eat some red meat, some green leafy
vegetables, you'll be laughing.

I'll remember that.

Is that what's causing the pain?
This iron deficiency?

No, but seeing
as how the pain's gone now

and test results are good,
the doctor says you're a free man.

Really?
Yep.

I'll write you a letter for your GP,
just so he knows what we've done,

and I'll get you some details
for an iron supplement.

I wasted your time, didn't I?

No. What? It's better
to be safe than sorry, isn't it?

Well, thank you.

For everything.

You're one of our success stories,
Carl, and it was a pleasure.

And it was a pleasure
meeting you, Dan.

What's so interesting
about my fingers all of a sudden?

There's some swelling
on your affected hand

which isn't
consistent with RSI.

Have you had the flu
or other viral illness lately?

No.

And your general health's
been good?

No night sweats? Fevers?
Sore throat?

No.

Why, what's the matter?

It might be nothing. I just
need to check your lymph glands.

This might hurt
a little bit, Helen.

Glands are enlarged
and a bit tender.

Meaning what?

That you could have an infection
somewhere that is atypical.

And that could be
causing all this?

It could be related.

So you believe there is
something wrong with me?

Well, I'll take some more bloods this
time for culture and sensitivity,

and see what that tells us.

Helen, can you try and get
your wedding ring off for me?

It's not budging.

We might need to cut that off.

(sighs) Do you have to?

I mean, it has...sentimental value.

Yeah, I know but that's
gonna cut off the circulation.

Hey, Cate!
Hey, Carl.

Have I got a treat for you.
Sit down here.

See that big tree
straight ahead?

Now, on the balcony just up
to the left, about 10 o'clock.

Yeah.
See them?

What are we looking at?

A pair of crescent honeyeaters.

Aren't they gorgeous?

Big tree straight ahead,
balcony off to the left, 10 o'clock.

Wow, they're gorgeous.

Yeah, you don't see
many of them around here.

I mean,
there's lots of them down south.

Hobart is a great place
to find them.

Well,
you've saved me an airfare.

It's their breeding season
so I'm assuming they're lovers.

Well, anyway, I'd better get back
inside, Carl, I'm having a busy day.

Thank you very much
for showing me the birds.

It's my pleasure.

(groans)

Carl?

Carl, what's up?
Are you alright?

Same as before?

Worse, much worse.

Alright, come on,
we'd better get you back inside.

Sorry to be such a nuisance.

It's okay, mate.
It's not your fault.

Look, I'll grab a doctor
and we'll sort this out.

I've got a feeling
the guy is just lonely.

You think he's pale and sweaty
from loneliness?

Glad you're not my doctor.

Dan, the moment
he saw me outside, he lit up.

And the whole bird thing -
well, it screams loneliness to me.

Well, if he was just
after attention,

then why was he so keen
to get discharged earlier?

I don't know, but...
don't you think it's a bit strange

as soon as all the fussing stops,
back comes the pain.

You said it all started
when he was eating.

Charlotte said it might
been something he ate, so...

Or possibly he was just sick.
He was throwing up beforehand so...

You haven't heard of people
throwing up to get attention?

Oh, please, I've heard enough about
patients faking it for one day.

I bet you ten bucks
it's loneliness.

I'm not a betting man.

Well, that's good, Daniel,
because if Nelson was here

and heard you betting on patients'
illnesses, he'd poke you in the eye.

You know I'm right.
Double it and you're on.

Done.

You wouldn't answer your door.

Or your phone.

I've made a recommendation
to the Director of Nursing

to treat your absence
as leave without pay.

I thought, if you had time
to get your head together,

you might want
to come back to work.

"Oh, good, thanks, Frank.
That's pretty considerate of you."

I see I'm not the only one
you've been ignoring.

What the hell do you want?

I just wanna talk to you.

Don't you mean check up on me?

Go on, Frank,
satisfy your curiosity.

Have a look around.
Play spot the bottle.

That's what you want to do,
isn't it?

The day Kerry died
I had a fair few drinks myself.

I'm sure
I'm not the only one.

I hope you had
a good time, mate,

'cause I spent the night in jail -
I didn't get to wipe myself out.

You were in jail the next day,
or the following day, were you?

You need help, Nelson.

Do I now?

Come back to work.

What? Piss in a bottle every morning
just to prove to you that I'm sober?

Are you? Sober?

Well, seeing as
you're not my boss anymore,

that doesn't make
any difference, does it?

Fine, fine.
You have it your own way.

But you do have a choice.

Carry on like this and go to hell
in handbasket for all I care

or you can come back to work
and try and get through it.

Take your pick.

But if you do want help...

..help is here.

So, what do you
think's going on there?

We know he's
not here for drugs

otherwise he'd be
asking for morphine.

But apart from mild iron deficiency
I can't find anything wrong.

So, just keep him
under observation, then?

Uh, yeah, for the moment.

What the hell?

This place has been falling apart
ever since Nelson stepped down.

Jessica, can I see you
in my office please.

That's really weird.

Does your attitude towards me
have anything to do with the fact

that you wanted this job?

What?

Well, you were Nelson's 2-IC,
weren't you?

And you filled in for him
as Acting NUM on a shift, right?

Have you been going through
my personnel file?

Let's you and I
get a few things straight.

I'm the one in charge here.
Have you got a problem with that?

No.

Good.

If you happen to develop
a problem with it at any stage,

I suggest you come to me with it

instead of bitching behind my back
like a spoilt little teenager.

Look, if this is about the taps...

Is that too much to ask?

If it is, we can always
find you a job somewhere else.

You're over-reacting.

That was just a general comment.
It wasn't directed at you.

Good.

Because that little chat we all
had earlier about co-operation?

That wasn't a suggestion, that's
the way things are going to be.

I hope I've made myself clear.

Thank you, Jessica.

You get the "My way
or the highway" speech?

Yep.

So, how long has the insurance
company been harassing you?

About four months.
They're never gonna give up.

Those bastards are determined
not to pay my claim.

You okay?
Yep.

I'm sure they have to be careful.
Must be a lot of money at stake.

Around two million.

Medical expenses, loss of income,
future earnings. It all adds up.

So what happens now?

Well, that depends
on the results from your tests.

Like I haven't
heard that one before.

Hopefully your blood results
will reveal something.

There is another way,
you know?

If you were to certify my problems
are genuine and work related

then it'd be very difficult
for them to keep blocking my claim.

I'd make it worth your while.

Say, with two hundred and fifty
thousand dollars?

Would that help you
to make the right diagnosis?

No-one's ever
offered me a bribe.

Yeah, well, it's
a first for me, too.

Okay, well, what did you say?

It shocked me.

I told her that I'd pretend
I'd never heard the offer.

Can you imagine what
the insurance company would say

if they found out about this?

What gets me is
the amount of money they're spending

in an effort to avoid paying her
compensation at all.

I mean, round-the-clock detectives
don't come cheap.

She's a con artist.

Maybe she's just desperate
for this whole thing to go away.

I don't know.

Or maybe Deanna's right and this
Helen woman's taking you for a ride.

I don't think so.

Look, if the next lot of test
results come back negative, then...

Could you do me a favour?

Carl, this is Doctor Quade.
He's taking over from Dr Beaumont.

Really?

Yes, Carl.

And I have your most recent
blood results here

and I have noted a couple
of small abnormalities.

Your haemoglobin has dropped,

there seems to be a sign
of a copper deficiency

and an increase in trace elements
zinc and magnesium.

That doesn't sound good.

You right, Carl?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

(groans)
Are you right?

It's just, every now and again
I get this sharp jab.

Okay, we'll get you
some pain relief.

Dan, we'll go Morphine 5 mg IV now
and 2.5mg PRN.

And we'll also do
another set of X-rays, okay.

Okay.

I'll be back.

The police have said
it's okay for me to go home.

Would you like me to call
someone to pick you up?

I want to stay.
At least until they find his family.

They said it wasn't my fault,
but...

..a little boy's dead
because of me.

And no-one even know his name.

I will call you as soon
as we know who he is.

And I will make sure his parents
know that you were here.

Can I see him?

Please.

He's all alone and I do want
to sit with him just for a while.

Just until you have to
take him away.

Please.

I'll see what I can do.

Ah, Jack, Helen's bloods came back
negative for rheumatoid factor

and antinuclear antibodies which
rules out arthritis or arthralgia.

What about neurological?

Nothing unusual.
All reflexes are intact.

Right, but she still has pain?

The ultrasounds and X-rays for
her wrist and elbow came back NAD.

Which is consistent with examinations
she's had at other hospitals.

Yeah, she's faking it.

Uh-uh, look at this.

White cells are elevated,

subtle signs of oedema
in her fingers

and her lymph nodes in her axilla are
enlarged, but only on the left side.

Well, there's no correlation
between this picture

and possible carpal tunnel syndrome
or RSI in general.

Sounds like something
more systemic.

Um, you know,
a localised infection, maybe?

I think we're dealing with
two completely different

and unrelated problems here.

Now all you have to do
is figure out exactly what they are.

And the swelling in your fingers
and your enlarged lymph glands

have nothing to do
with your RSI.

I'm missing a piece of the puzzle,

so what I want to do
is go back over your medical history

and then conduct a more thorough
physical examination.

You sure this is necessary?

Look, it could be as simple as you
forgetting to tell me something

because you didn't
think was important

or I have completely
missed something altogether.

Are you in any pain right now?

No.

Good.
Let's get to the bottom of this.

They've found his parents -
his name's Tommy -

and they're on their way in now.

Have they been told?

We'll tell them
when they get here.

What am I going to say to them?

I think it would be better
if you went home.

But I have to talk to them.

We'll let them know
that you were here.

That poor woman, how would you
get over something like that?

I don't know. Just learn
to live with it somehow, I guess.

I reckon I'd have nightmares
for the rest of my life.

Hmm.

How's your bird man doing?

It kills me to admit it but...
I think I might be losing my bet.

Charlotte bumped him off to Jack and
he doesn't know what's wrong either.

So I'm starting
to think that his problem

might be social or psychological
rather than physical.

Always happy to take your money,
sucker.

Thanks.
LOUD YELL

CARL: Dan, help!
What?

Hang on.

Okay, back to bed.
Back to bed, back to bed.

It's okay.

(Carl groans loudly)

JACK: Let's get him to Resus.

Help me! It hurts.

Stay still, stay still.
We'll get you sorted.

Clear the way.

DAN: Put the gel
straight through?

Yeah, and take bloods
for group and hold.

BP's 100 on 50.

Carl, I'm just going to feel your
abdomen so try and relax for me.

What happened?

Take a feel for yourself.

What are you doing?

Tender solid mass
in the central upper abdomen.

How did Charlotte miss this?

Don't know.
It wasn't on the initial X-rays.

What's wrong?

Carl, you have
a mass in your stomach,

which is probably
the cause of your pain.

He's written up for morphine.

What is it? A tumour?

No, but we will need to send you off
for some more X-rays and a PR exam.

Yep. Uh, Dan, can you put
another line in for me too.

Am I going to have to have
an operation?

Let's wait and see
what the X-rays tell us.

Please, give me
something for the pain.

Here we go, Carl.

No, you've got it wrong.

You never noticed a lump
on self examination?

I'm only 36 years old.
I'm too young to get breast cancer.

Aren't I?

But we don't know
that it's cancer yet, Helen.

All we know
is there's a lump.

I don't understand. I came
in here for my RSI, that's all.

Have you ever had a mammogram?

Okay, we'll organise
one of those for you.

Oh, I feel sick.

Just try and take
some deep breaths.

After the mammogram
I'll refer you to an oncologist,

who'll be able to take
a biopsy of the lump

to see if
it's malignant or benign.

And if it's cancer?

Let's not jump to conclusions
just yet.

Okay.

This isn't happening.

Okay, all set?

Is this really necessary?
I'm feeling better now.

It's possible
this mass in your abdomen

has lead to an upper
gastro-intestinal bleed, Carl.

And that would mean surgery, right?

Yeah. It would.

Okay, let's go.

What do you think's going on?

How does a mass that you can feel on
examination not turn up in an X-ray?

I don't know, Cate.
Bit of a mystery.

If you could book her in ASAP
that'd be great.

It's a Helen Milsap. M-I-L-S-A-P.

No, no, I'll hold, thanks.

What happening with Carl?

He has an upper GI bleed
but a negative PR exam.

I've got Gastro Reg
coming down to review him

once I get repeat X-rays
and blood tests.

But I did a complete physical
examination including X-rays.

Yep, I know. Must've been
a mix-up at Radiology.

Okay, thank you.

Problem?

My insurance scammer -
breast lump.

By the level of calcification
I'd say it's been there a while.

And although there's
every chance it's benign, I...

You're thinking it isn't?

Well, lucky for her you didn't
listen to the wrong people.

You know, give her a quick once over
and kick her out.

Does she have a family history
of breast cancer, Charlotte?

Uh, no, but she's been really slack
with self examination

and she's never had a mammogram.

So I'd like to find that
insurance idiot right now

and give him the what for.

Hey.

I believed him.

All that paperwork -
it just seemed so legit.

Yeah, about the RSI.
This is completely different, okay?

About time you showed up.
What's going on in there?

You tell me.

You know when you came to me
this morning I believed you.

I looked at Helen Milsap's file

and I went into bat
for you and your company.

So, what's your point?

You almost had me convinced.

I feel like a bloody idiot.

What's the price tag up to now
on tests you've run on that woman?

Ten, fifteen grand?

Where the hell do you get off?
That woman is sick.

That woman is rorting the system.

Helen Milsap has a breast lump
that's almost certainly cancerous.

COFFEE SPLASHES
What?

But I'm thinking
you don't care about that

because breast cancer
probably comes outside

of your company's
insurance portfolio,

and if you're really lucky,

she'll die before
you have to pay out on the RSI.

Oh, God...

Jack.
Yep.

You might want to check out
Carl's X-rays.

What?

It explains the taps.

You're kidding me?

No wonder the place
has been falling apart.

He's been eating it.

KNOCK AT DOOR

VON: Nelson.

I never did give back my key.

If this is about me
coming back to work,

I've already told Frank.

I've called him,
and I'll be back next week.

No, that's not why I'm here.

Okay.

There's something
I have to tell you.

Oh, I'm listening.

I could've stopped it.

Stopped what?

I heard noises coming
from Kerry's room that morning...

I thought it was you
in there with her.

If I had checked earlier I...

Get out.

Will you get out.

(shouts) And don't you come back,
Von! Do you hear me?!

Your mammogram's booked
for this afternoon.

If it's cancer,
they'll take my breast, won't they?

They'll need to do a biopsy before
any decisions are made, Helen.

When can I go home?

Well, we still haven't
sorted out your RSI.

That's the least
of my worries now, isn't it?

Helen's husband is here.

I thought you said he was dead?

They told you?

We now know what the mass
in your abdomen is, Carl,

and why it wasn't there when
we first examined you this morning.

If you look at that X-ray,

you'll see a number
of foreign objects.

Um, there's what
looks like a pen...

..paperclips, nuts and bolts,
quite a lot of thumbtacks.

And I'm guessing that
a couple of those items

have an H and a C written on them,
from our taps.

Hot and Cold.

Carl, any one of these objects
could be responsible

for perforating your bowel,
which is still bleeding.

I'm sorry.

So, what's gonna happen to me?

I'm gonna get you up to Theatre,

we'll do an emergency laparotomy,
repair the perforation

and remove
the foreign objects.

Okay?

Why'd you do it, mate?

Oh, I don't know, Dan.

Just can't help meself.

We're both journalists.

Please tell me this isn't
some elaborate expose

you're doing on this hospital.

Not this hospital specifically.

We've been commissioned
to do a series of articles

on the health system
in general -

unnecessary tests,
wasted health dollars,

possible fraudulent activity
between patients and hospital staff.

So your wife deliberately tried
to entrap me?

(scoffs) It worked
at one of the other hospitals.

So the RSI doesn't exist?

Nup, which only proves our point.

Thousands of dollars
being wasted

because you doctors
are afraid of litigation.

So all the tests Helen's had,
here and at other hospitals,

if PDA Insurance wasn't
paying for them, who was?

Well, the newspaper.

(sighs) Look,
I don't regret what I've done

or what I tried to do
to improve the health system.

You can defend yourself
all you like, Mr Fry,

but while you told every other
hospital not to touch your wife,

her breast lump went undiagnosed.

See ya, Carl.

What possesses someone
to eats nuts and bolts?

Pica.

It's an eating disorder.

People eat all sorts of things -
wood, dirt, coal, you name it.

So it's a behavioural problem, then?

Does loneliness cause it?

Yeah, I suppose so.

But more often it's linked
to an iron or zinc deficiency.

So it could be
a medical problem, then?

Well, it's not conclusive, Dan.

But more often people at risk do
have obsessive compulsive disorder.

Sounds behavioural to me.

Guys, did you bet
on the diagnosis of a patient?

BOTH: What?

Jack, we were curious. We've never
heard what Pica is before.

Yeah.

It's Latin for magpie,

a bird known for its large
and indiscriminate appetite.

I had a thing for unusual diseases
when I was at uni.

That is so weird.

No, not you.

Well, actually, Jack,
you're pretty weird.

It's just that...

The guy's a mad birdwatcher

and he's got a condition
that's named after a magpie.

I think that that's weird.

Hey, hey, hang on, Goldman.

What?

It's a little thing
called 20 bucks.

Yeah, that you owe me. The guy
has a perforated gut - medical.

Checkmate.

Which he got from eating
nuts and bolts - behavioural.

Okay, we're both right, then.

Let's just...call it even.

I was righter than you.

LOUD SCREAM

What are you doing here?
I thought you'd gone home.

Those are the parents.
I have to talk to them.

Not a good idea.
I have to tell them what happened.

You need to go home.

They should know who did this.
No, they shouldn't, not now.

You don't understand!
No, you don't understand.

They don't need you
to do anything.

What they need
is time alone with their son

so they can work through this
and process it.

And that isn't something
you can be a part of.

But...

..I just want to...
tell them how sorry I am.

I know you do
but right now they don't care.

There's nothing you can say to them
that's gonna make them feel better.

Trust me,
you don't need this either.

I think everyone needs
a little bit of distance from this.

Is there someone I can call
to pick you up?

No.

I will call you.

Thanks.

You alright?

(knocks softly at door)
You alright?

Yeah, I'm just being pathetic.

And I'm starting to think
that taking this job

was the worst decision
I ever made.

Look, do you wanna go get a drink
or something? We can talk about it.

That'd be nice.

I'm pretty good
at debriefing sessions.

I really hate your policy about not
getting involved with colleagues.

Just thought you
should know that.