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FRANK: Bloody marvellous.
So, now we're a babysitting service.

What kind of out-of-touch clowns
make these decisions anyway?

And why just one?
Why not two or three?

If we're gonna bugger up the whole
place, why not do a proper job?

You were an intern once,
weren't you?

Not in an emergency department,
I wasn't.

Bartholomew West.
Dr Bartholomew West.

Hello, Bart. Von Ryan.

I've heard all about you,
Dr Campion.

Every word of it's true.

Walk with me, Homer.

Interns stay out
of everyone's way.

They do not offer opinions

and they never touch equipment,
not even the bloody curtains.

This is the Resus.
You see that line there?

Uh...no.

Well, trust me, there is one,
and interns do not cross it.

I was sort of hoping
I could be of use.

Hope is something we reserve
exclusively for our patients.

Now, who the hell
is gonna supervise you?

Obviously Jack's no good.
He's got too much on his plate.

And Beaumont's got her hands full.

You got it.
Too busy to hold hands.

ERICA: What have
we got, Bree?

George Collins. 17.
Victim of alleged assault.

Right upper quadrant damage.

Probable rib fracture
to the right side.

Multiple stab wounds
to arms and legs.

GCS 15. Other obs are stable.

Hey, George. I'm Dr Beaumont.
How are you doing?

FRANK: Bloody hell.
What did I say about that line?

Sorry. I didn't think.
Well, that's promising.

The only thing worse than
an intern who doesn't think...

VON: ..is one who does.

Update your jokes, Frank.

Everleigh. This is your lucky day.

Really, Frank? What did I win?

Quade's flying solo
and we've got staff on leave,

so they - very kind of them -
decide to drop

a snotty-nosed intern on us.

Supervise Homer here,
will you?

Make sure he doesn't get
under anyone's feet.

And you, make sure there's milk
in the fridge in the morning.

Is he always like that?

No. That's the happiest
I've seen him in months.

I'm Sean. Homer, is it?

Bartholomew, actually.

This is Dan, one of our nurses.

Hi.

Dr West, Bartholomew.

Bart, love your coat.
Thanks.

Come on. There's been
a huge brawl at a party.

That was just the first casualty.
There's more on their way.

CHARLOTTE: Alright, George,
you wanna tell us what happened?

We were just, um,
having some drinks at a mate's place

when these guys from up the road
turned up, started hassling us.

I'll just put another cannula
in your arm

to make it easier to give you
IV fluids and pain relief.

It might sting a little. Okay?

I hurt all over anyway.

Any pain while I do this,
you let me know, okay?

What happened
with the gatecrashers?

A mate asked them to leave.

A fight broke out.

Then this one guy
just went totally off his nut.

Any pain?

He started laying into me,
kicking me in the stomach.

Ah!
Is that where it hurts most?

Yeah.

From one to ten,
how would you rate the pain?

Eight, maybe nine.

Okay. BP's 105/75. Pulse is 90.

Resps are 22 and sats are 97%.

Mm-hm. I'll need an abdo
and chest X-ray.

And I'll do a FAST.
I'll grab that.

Was the guy that flipped out
the same guy that stabbed you?

Yeah.

But you managed to fight him off.
(chuckles)

My mate Sam hit him over the head
with a bottle.

That sounds like
such a good party, doesn't it?

My olds will kill me
when they find out about this.

I was supposed to be studying.

Ricky, can I get 5mg of morphine

and a litre of normal saline
over two hours?

No problems.

MAN: Get this off of me.
I'm choking.

Get away from me, you bastards!

That's him. That's the guy.

Don't tell me what to do!

CATE: You need to leave this on.
POLICEMAN: Do what you're told.

SEAN: Leave the collar.
Your spine could be injured.

It's choking me.
You need to lie still.

I wanna go home!
Yeah, I bet you do, mate.

CATE: Alright, settle down, mate.
That's enough.

Don't tell me what to do, bitch!
You listen to me.

You've got a head cut
that's bleeding.

We've no idea what other injuries
you've sustained.

You want us to leave you alone,
fine, that's your call.

Just get on with it, okay.

That we can do.

Just give him a patch-up.
We'll get him outta your hair.

I wish it was that easy.

The ambo said
he lost consciousness,

which means he stays under
observation for at least four hours.

Four hours?

It's gonna be a long bloody night,
won't it?

Morphine 5mg, expires '07.
Four and five leaves nine.

Word is a truckload
of sorry-looking partygoers

have turned up in the waiting room.

Really?

Well, maybe we should send
Dr Bart out there,

see how he copes
in the real world.

He already looks
scared to death, Dan.

Oh, whoop!

It's a tough call copping the ED
on your first rotation,

and night duty to boot.

I'm sure that between the two of us,
we can look after Diddums, okay?

SEAN: Bart, collar.

MAN: No bloody way.

Give it to me.
I'll do it.

No - you do it.

BP is 125/78. Pulse is 95.
Resps are 18.

Sats are at 98% on room.

Bart, are you alright
to put in another cannula?

I need an FBC, UEC
and a blood alcohol level,

then we'll organise
some X-rays, okay?

Right.

So, Ivan, can you tell me
where you are?

Sucking on a coldie down the pub.
Service is slack as.

What's your full name?
Ivan Bateman.

No la-de-da middle names
or any of that bull.

Alright. I'm just going to shine
a torch in your eyes.

Get that close to me,
prepared to get snogged.
Hey!

You even try that, you better
be prepared to get knocked out.

Which reminds me,
were you knocked out?

Dunno.

You ready to cannulate, Doctor?

Yeah, sure.

Hi. I'm Dr West.

I'm going to put this tourniquet
on your arm

and then I'll draw some blood.

You hurt me,
and I'll draw blood. Got it?

Here's a thought -

shut up and let them
do their jobs, alright?

Need get the veins up so we can
put the needle in more easily.

And up they come.
Nice-looking veins.

Just bloody do it, will you?

Why don't we sedate him?

We don't sedate patients, Bart,
just 'cause they're a handful.

Are you going to be okay?
Yeah.

You're a bloody joke, mate.

It's okay. I'll...

There we go.

Ready to draw some blood now,
Doctor?

Yep.

Oh.

IVAN: You suck.

First patient, and I do this.
Mum's going to be devastated.

You might like to try cold water
on that.

Oh, thanks.

I'm betting he's at least
four times over the limit

and that's why
he's so aggressive.

We need to rule out
a head injury

as the underlying cause
of his aggression

before we can make that assumption.

Assumption?

By the way, Cate,
about what happened with Ivan...

Oh, listen, don't worry about it.

First-time nerves -
happens to everyone.

You undermined me
in front of a patient.

Please don't do it again.

She took over
in the middle of a procedure.

How do I gain respect
if people do that?

You don't lose respect by accepting
a little help when it's offered.

Help is a good thing.

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, back to the waiting room -
alive with acne and text messages.

All done, George. No free fluid.

"Free fluid" meaning that you're
not bleeding into your abdomen.

CHARLOTTE: That's good news.
Let's see what these tell us.

Alright, Jack.

He's got two small rib fractures,
just here and here.

Means they'll be sore for a little
while, but they'll heal soon enough.

Otherwise, his X-rays are clear.

What happens now?

We'll give you
some more pain relief, George,

and then suture your stab wounds.

Okay. BP is 100/73.
Pulse is 94.

Resps are 22 and sats are at 97%.

Okay. Let's bump George down to
an Acute cubicle.

Actually, I just want to keep him
here for a little while longer, okay?

Any particular reason?

I just want to keep him
under observation

and then do a repeat FAST.

Jack, do you think
there's a problem?

I just wanna be sure.

Your call, Jack.

SEAN: Nice work, Officer.
I'll take these.

Ivan, come on,
you have to lay still.

Please, can you just lie still?

Pissed yourself, dork?
No, I did not.

Good news.

Your C-spine and...yep,
your head X-rays are clear.

Which means we can now
take that collar off.

About bloody time.

Hey, hey, hey.

Listen. You can sit up slowly
if you want to.

I'm out of here.

You leave when the doctor says,
and not before.

CATE: It's alright, Pete.
We've got it.

Ivan, you're gonna
have to stay here

for at least
a couple more hours.

Like hell.

Knock it off! Knock it off, mate!

You're in enough bloody hot water
as it is. You understand that?

Here's the problem.

If you don't stay calm,
I'm going to sedate you.

And if I do that and you've got
a head injury, we might miss it.

Either way,

your stay in hospital's will be
longer than a couple of hours.

So, what's it gonna be?

Good choice.

You right?
I'm gonna chase up the pathology.

What is it?

How you feeling, George?

Okay.

How are his obs?

He's slightly tachycardic,

but apart from that,
he hasn't changed.

Are you worried?

Take a good look at him.
What do you see?

Well, he's slightly paler
than he was before.

He's certainly quieter
than he was before.

Exactly what I was thinking.

George, I just want to take a look
at your abdomen again, okay?

(whinces)

Any changes?

Something's not right.

I'm just going to call
the Registrar again.

And tell him what?

That I think
George is bleeding internally.

Yeah, but, Jack,
the FAST was clear.

Yeah, I know.

I must've
missed something.

Just wait here.

Not having much luck, are you?

It's like I'm a target.

Yes. Well, it's not you,
it's the coat.

Lose it.

Come on.

Hey. Good move.
I thought you liked it.

Mm-mm. And ditch the tie too,
seriously.

You can wait out here
for your mother.

Turn off the bloody phones!

Davo. Holly. Is Sam here?

Has anyone seen Sam?

Come on! Someone must have seen him!

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

I think my son Sam's in here.

Well, come on through.
We'll see what we can find out.

Well, how long are you gonna be?

I don't think that's good enough.

SEAN: That didn't sound good.

Surgical Registrar won't come down
and review George Collins.

What did he say?

That the clinical picture
I outlined seemed stable

and that he'd been in Theatre
for five hours and needed a break.

Sounds reasonable.

VON: Excuse me.
This is Ross Millard.

The party was at his place tonight.
He's looking for his son.

I thought he might be here.
I've checked. He hasn't presented.

You mentioned George Collins.
He's a mate of Sam's.

I need a word with him.
He'll know where he is.

George is pretty unwell
at the moment.

What's wrong with you people?
I need to find my son!

IVAN: Hey, Millard, is that you?
Your kid's dog meat.

Teach the little bastard
to mess with my boys.

What have you done with my son?

POLICEMAN: Stand back, mate.

This bastard and his mates
chased my son out of the house!

I never touched him!

If you've hurt Sam, I'll kill you!

Just calm down.
You can't do that, mate.

Just settle down, Ivan.

Let me take care of it.

Saw three of Ivan's mates
chasing him.

Did you actually
see them attack Sam?

They didn't catch him?

I don't...I don't know.

JACK:
George has had enough.

Just one more question.
George really needs his rest.

Which way did he go, George?

Did you see which way
Sam was headed?

The reserve. Towards the reserve.

Thanks, mate. Do your parents
know you're here?

Yeah, we've called them.
They're coming in.

Where's this reserve, mate?

It's down at the end of the street
where we live.

I'll get Operations
to get a car down here.

I'll take care of it myself.
No, mate, just leave it to us, okay?

GENTLE PIANO MUSIC

So, what are we drinking to?
Lost opportunities.

(chuckles) Right. As if
you've ever had any of those.

PHONE VIBRATES

Go on, get it.

Hello.

Is Kathleen sick?

Then what do you want, Alison?
I'm busy.

No, I'm not at the hospital.

None of your bloody business.

Look, whatever it is,
it can wait until tomorrow.

Is everything alright?

Yes.

She really doesn't like
me being back, does she?

No, she really doesn't.

Why did she decide to get involved
again with Kathleen?

Kathleen was sick.
Well, no, actually, that's a lie.

She overdosed
on some antidepressants,

and in a moment of madness
I called Alison.

And the rest is history.

Her motherly instincts kicked in
a little late, don't you think?

Yeah, but Kathleen bloody adores her.

So, what's her motive?

There has to be something in it
for Alison or she wouldn't bother.

What is it with you two?
You used to be good mates.

What happened?

I learnt not to trust her,
that's all.

She speaks very highly of you.

No, seriously, Evie...

..I'd like to know
what happened between you.

It's a long story.

It's a long night.
I'm not going anywhere.

You went looking for trouble.
Why else would you carry a knife?

I didn't take a knife.

You pulled a knife
and you stabbed George Collins.

You've got me mixed up
with someone else, mate.

Listen, mate. Here's the thing.
You're looking at a prison sentence.

So I suggest you show
a little more co-operation.

Look, I admit to crashing the party,
but that's it.

Oh, bullshit.

George Collins asked you to leave.
You got angry, and you stabbed him.

You stabbed him, didn't you?!

Easy, Pete.

They came at me.
It was self-defence.

You're trying to set me up.

Just stop it. Stop it!

Stop it.
Ivan...

Oi!
Calm down.

I've got to get outta here!
Hey, we need help in here!

Help! Get in here.

Ivan, stay calm.

Hold him down, mate.
Okay, let's sedate him.

I suggested that earlier,
but Cate said we couldn't.

Well, things have changed, Bart.

5mg of midazolam IV.
Yep, got it.

Blood alcohol level came back. 0.13.

Once we get him settled down,

you can do the honours and
suture up his wounds, alright, Bart?

You got him?
Yeah.

Any change, George?

No. Been better, but I'm okay.

Okay. How are his obs?

Yeah, there are...

..subtle changes.

His BP's 80/62. Still tachy at 102.
And his sats are 97% at room air.

Look, I'm sorry, mate,

I'm going to have to look
at your abdomen one more time.

Is that worse than before?

No. Not really. I don't know.

How does he look to you?

Yeah, lethargic. He's diaphoretic.

Any sign of his folks?

His mum should be in shortly.

Okay. Let me know
as soon as she comes in.

What are you planning on doing?

I'm planning on talking someone into
performing an urgent laparotomy.

So, the Registrar
is finally coming down?

No. I haven't got the time
to waste on him.

I'll go over his head.

You're going to call the consultant,
at this time...

Jack, it's 1:20 in the morning.
Nobody ever does that.

Don't want to. I have to.

Is that bad?

No. No.

Not for you, anyway.

No, I am not prepared to wait.

I've spoken to the Registrar
twice already.

Then I'll take him to Theatre myself.

He's on his way in.

The consultant's on his way in?
Here? Now?

Have you ever thought
of another career path, Jack?

Yeah, you know, architecture,
accountancy, parking cars...

Parking cars.

You do not drag consultants
out of bed

in the middle of the night, Jack.

I am well aware of that, but I'm not
prepared to let someone die

just because I'm worried
about getting into trouble.

You don't think
he's trying to prove himself

because Vincent's not here,
do you?

You know him better than I do.
You tell me.

I sure as hell wouldn't
be calling the consultant in

without more to go on.

What are you looking for?

Dr Campion told me to make sure
there's milk for the morning.

Oh.

Canteen open?

All-nighter down the road, though.

Ah! Been looking for you everywhere,
Dr West.

Why? What have I done?
Nothing that I know of.

You were going to do
some suturing, remember?

I've got all of the equipment ready.

You've sutured before, yeah?
Yeah, lots.

Well, not in people,

but I've practised on bananas,
a chicken leg once.

Well, people, chooks, bananas,
you know.

Who can tell the difference, huh?

I never understood why you decided
to fly solo that night.

Bloody tricky medical situation
like that.

That was the point.

I wasn't flying solo.

Alison was on duty with me.

But she had nothing to do
with the patient.

(dryly) Yeah, right.

Why didn't you say something?

Because it never entered my head
that she'd lie about it.

And by the time the inquest
was in full swing,

Alison had reinvented history...

..and I ended up wearing
the negligence charge.

But you could have told me.

I wanted to, Frank, but you
and Alison were really close.

And you were just as quick to buy
into her story as everyone else.

Yep.

So, there you have it.

The truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth.

Evie, I'm so sorry. I...

Yeah, well, look,
it's water under the bridge now.

Quitting medicine
was the best decision I ever made.

I couldn't handle the politics.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Who the bloody hell's that
at this time of night?

Only one way to find out.

Curtis?

What's going on?

I think I'm losing my mind, Frank.

FRANK: Nelson, please, sit down.

Come over here. You're making
a bit of a mess there.

I shouldn't be here.
This was a mistake.

I'm sorry
for interrupting your evening.

It's okay. Frank was boring.

Let us have a look at what
you've done to yourself?

Come on.

I'm sorry. I didn't realise.

It's alright.

What's-what's been going on, mate?

I was walking.

Walking? Where?

I don't know.

They look superficial,
so no real harm done.

Had you been drinking?
No.

Well, that's something at least.

I want you to schedule me.

Schedule you? You can't be serious.

I am.

That's...

Insane? That's kind of
the point, Frank.

I was going to say a little hasty,
don't you think, or extreme maybe?

Fine. If you won't help me...

Nelson, sit down.
No, I've gotta go.

Nelson, just sit down.

We'll go through things
one at a time, okay?

You need help, okay,
I won't argue with that.

But there are other ways to get it

apart from being self-signed
into a psych unit.

I don't think there are, Frank.

Not for me.

Good luck with your
sleep-deprived consultant.

Yeah. Gonna need it.
Yeah, I know.

Ah, how did Bart go
with the suturing?

He did alright, actually,
after a shaky start.

You won't believe
what he said to the patient.

He told him he was a suture virgin?

Interns really should keep
their mouths shut.

The last thing
a patient wants to hear is,

"I've never done this before."

Cate, that is so easier said
than done.

Sometimes you are so nervous,

you just spit out the first thing
that comes into your head.

Why? Did you make
the same mistake?

Absolutely.
The first cannula I ever did.

I didn't know what to say,
I froze

and I blabbed my entire life story
to the poor patient.

Von Ryan.

But you still got the cannula in,
right?

Found the missing boy.

Sam Millard, 17.
Pedestrian versus four-wheel drive.

Through to Resus.

Muddy tyre marks evident
on his T-shirt -

across chest and abdomen.

No obvious injuries.

CHARLOTTE: You're kidding?

What's your your name?
Sam.

Two large-bore cannulas in situ.
Hartmann's running.

BP 105/65. Pulse 92.
Sats are good.

It's alright, mate.
We'll take care of you.

Laceration to front parietal region.
Tricky to assess in the dark.

Pressure dressing applied.
Moderate blood loss now controlled.

Patient states no loss of
consciousness. I have no idea how.

CATE: Okay. Just about ready here.

Where is he?
Your son is in good hands.

BREE: Cooperative,
oriented to time and place...

VON: Hey. Just come with me.

CHARLOTTE: Transfer him on three.

It was dark.
I didn't see him.

You ran over him?

Oh, God.

Bart! Chair.

Come on. Easy, easy.

Sit down.

It's okay, Sam.

Spinal and neuro obs are intact.

Can you remember
being run over, Sam?

Um...I was asleep, I think,

and then I remember something
hitting my head.

You sure you didn't pass out?
I don't think so.

I remember Dad running over
and screaming and stuff.

The usual bloods -
group, hold and cross-match?

Thanks, Dan. Just need to check
your abdomen, Sam.

DAN: What are you doing here?

Angry Registrar upstairs
suggested I might like to lay low

before the even angrier consultant
arrived.

Anything I can do?

We need four units of O-neg blood.
On my way.

BP's 108/98. Pulse is at 70
and sats are at 98% on oxygen.

SEAN: There's no obvious
limb fractures.

CHARLOTTE: What about the head lac?

Bleeding is controlled.

I'd like to assess
the internal injuries

before we move on to the lac.

I'm going to need complete X-ray
and an abdo scan, Cate.

I'll get onto Radiology.

I need a FAST too, thanks, Cate.

You're doing great, Sam.

We'll get you fixed up
in no time, okay?

ROSS: I went looking for him.

He must have been
lying on the ground.

What am I gonna
tell his mother?

Worry about that
when we know what's happening.

We never leave Sam unsupervised,
never.

This is the first time his mum and I
have been away together for years.

He's 17. You have to start
giving them space at that age.

What the hell would you know?
You're hardly any older than him.

Doctor, would you mind getting
an update on how Sam's doing?

Where did you go for the weekend?

Just up the mountains.

It was supposed to be
a romantic getaway.

A neighbour called, told me
there was trouble at the house.

I thought it was a joke.
Sam's never been any trouble.

When I turned into our street,

all I can see is ambulances,
police cars in front of the house.

It's okay. Take your time.

He can't survive this.

Not a four-wheel drive
running over him.

NELSON: Whenever I manage
to close my eyes,

I am awake 10 minutes later
feeling like I can't breathe.

And every time that happens,

all I can think about is how good
it'd be to wipe myself out.

Why didn't you come to me
before it got this bad?

I didn't know what to say.

But I ended up in the middle
of a road tonight, Frank,

wondering how the hell I got there.

And I realised I've got
a choice here.

I can sink or I can swim.

And...

..and there's a little girl
in the Northern Territory

who needs her father.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

So, you'll help me, please?

Of course I will.

Okay. Let's see
what we're dealing with.

Pelvis looks fine.

No obvious rib fractures,
no fluid lines?

DAN: No evidence of pneumothorax.

Have we got the spinal series?
Uh, yep.

C-spine intact.

No damage to the thoracic
or lumbar spine either.

Is that good?

DAN: Yeah. That's good.
That's great.

SEAN: This is crazy.
They were all NAD.

And the FAST was negative
for free fluid.

You can't sustain
the weight of a vehicle like that

and not have any injuries.

Well, it was dark.

Maybe the father didn't actually
run over him at all.

When they brought him in, Dan,
he had tyre marks across his chest.

Hmm, so, we're either dealing with
the luckiest kid in the world

or we've missed something.

We've missed something.
You're right.

He was run over
by a four-wheel drive.

I mean, he has to have major
internal injuries, right?

Why can't we find them?

I need to know
exactly how you found Sam.

I don't know, you know?
I can't even think straight.

Just try.

Um...

Sam had hiding places there
ever since he was a kid,

so I thought
he might head for one of those.

So you drove into the reserve?
Yeah.

What are we talking here?

I mean, picnic areas,
playing fields, what?

No, it's just all open grassland.

It's not much use for anything,
really.

And what happened then?

Uh...he, uh, he wasn't
in the first spot.

I was heading for the second
hiding spot.

It was really dark, bumpy.

I thought I'd hit a branch.

Don't even know
what made me stop, really.

What happened next
is very important.

Um...I got out of the car...

..and I could see straightaway
that...

..it was my boy.

And was Sam conscious
when you found him?

Yeah.

Did he say anything?

He said, "I'm sorry, Dad."

I run him over
and he tells me he's sorry.

Are you okay to do this?

No, but he's right.
He does need professional help.

Do you want me to come with you?
You haven't slept tonight either.

I'm fine.

Okay?

You sure you want to
go through with this?

Find anything out?

SEAN: Nope.

Obs still stable. No sign
of internal bleeding.

This still isn't making sense.
We're not looking hard enough.

I'm going to recheck his X-rays.

DAN: How do you feel?

A bit sore, but, yeah, pretty good.

What happened to my clothes?

I've got most of them here in a bag.

Just don't tell me
that was your favourite T-shirt.

I think you'll be able
to get the mud out.

SEAN: Muddy?
Basically it's...

But it hasn't rained for days.

Oh, the reserve,
it's marshy.

The council have been promising
to drain it for years.

It's just as well they didn't.

He's been drinking,

he dozes off in the mud
and his dad runs over him.

DAN: And instead of crushing him,

the weight of the four-wheel drive
pushes him into the mud.

That would explain why every test
we've done has come back clear.

How muddy is this reserve?

It depends.

Bits closer to the river
are really wet.

And that's where you were, right?
Yeah.

So, we maintain strict
neuro and general obs

and repeat the FAST
in a couple of hours.

Someone's going to have to
suture that head wound.

Start him on IV ceftriaxone, 1g.

Sure.

Can I see my dad soon?
I need to talk to him.

I'll arrange it.

How do you cope with
these night shifts?

I'm dead on my feet.

I like to keep busy.

Sign, please.

JACK: Caffeine works for me.

Yes. Theatre. I'll hold.

Like everything - you get used to it.

Just tell them that it's Jack Quade
in the ED once again.

It's not natural
working at night.

Yeah, we keep telling the patients

that they should only get sick
during daylight hours,

but do they listen?

You don't need
to take that off, mate.

Do you want me to stay?

Nup.

What do you want me
to tell them in ED?

Tell them what you want.

Ah, Von, um...

I know, mate. I know.

(softly) Thank you.

You're most welcome,
me old buffoon.

You have a visitor, Sam.

I'm so sorry, son.

Dad, I need to tell you something.

Don't worry about the stupid party.

You're okay. That's all that matters.
No.

Dad, just...just listen to me
for a minute.

When Ivan and his mates turned up
at the party, I...I just lost it.

I wanted to get them out
of the house as soon as possible

and I grabbed the closest thing
I could find.

I grabbed a knife, Dad.

It's my fault everything got crazy.

I should have just let them
have a couple of drinks.

I need to tell the cops, Dad.

We'll sort it out together,
mate, okay?

Right now, you just need
to concentrate on getting well.

That's good advice, Sam.

I'll be right back.

You're a very lucky young man.

Yeah.

Looks like I get away with
just a couple of stitches, hey?

It's been a big night for suturing.

Seems like I've been
putting them in all shift.

Might just take a look
at this head wound for you.

Yeah, sure.

Right, now, what have we got here?

Oh, my God!
ALARMS BEEP

Help! Somebody help!

What have you done?

Help!
What happened?

I...I just...

ROSS: Sam!

Sam, talk to me, mate.

Wait outside, Ross.

Put pressure on that.
Sam? Sam, can you hear me, mate?

JACK: Lignocaine 1% with adrenaline.
CHARLOTTE: I've got it.

BP is 80/50. Pulse is 110.
Okay.

Can you run the fluids through?
I'm on it.

Lignocaine 1% with adrenaline.

Dan, can you take over for me?

I need another combine.

A clot?

Removing the trauma pad
dislodged it.

I'll let Theatre know
he's coming up.

Can you them know
we're controlling the bleeding.

CHARLOTTE: Can you suture it?

It's pretty extensive.

It looks like something on the car,
probably the axle,

has jagged his head.

It's ripped half his scalp off.

This is your fault.

He was alright till you touched him.

SEAN: Are you guys right here?
JACK: Yeah, thanks.

Come on, slow down.

None of us knew
the wound was that deep.

You were just the unlucky bugger who
lifted the trauma pad, that's all.

Tell that to Sam's father.

I panicked.

No, what you did was apply pressure
to the wound and call for help,

which is exactly
what you should have done.

And then I lifted the pad again,

just in case the first haemorrhage
wasn't spectacular enough.

Okay, I'll admit that wasn't
the best choice you could have made,

but it was a mistake.

Learn from it.

Maybe I'm not cut out for this.

Come on.
Don't be so hard on yourself.

Shift's nearly over, alright?

Come on.

You'll get through it.

FRANK: Ah, Quade.

I just had a very interesting call

from the surgical consultant
about you.

Really, Frank? Well, we'll chat.

CATE: You sleep well, mate.
Thanks.

What are you doing here, Frank?

Get the team together, will you?
I need to talk to everyone.

I just wanted to let you know
that Nelson won't be coming back...

What?
Is he alright?

Yes, yes, Cate, he's fine. He's just
going to take a well-earned break.

Then he'll be heading off
to the Northern Territory

to spend some time with his daughter.

Which means that we'll be looking
for a new Nursing Unit Manager.

So, if any of you feel like
putting up your hand for the job,

I'm sure that Admin
would be delighted

to receive your applications.

Someone please put your hand up.

Does no-one remember what happened
last time Nelson was replaced?

Nah, forget it.

Don't look at me.

Well, what about you, Von?
You have Admin experience now.

That'll never happen.

What about you, Ricky? Come on.

Hello. First time
in an emergency department.

Even if I wanted the job,
they'd never give it to me.

Walk with me, Von.

Is there any word on George Collins?

No, but the consultant
was pissed off

about being woken up
during the night.

Yeah, well, the consultant should be
kicking the Registrar's backside,

not Jack's.

ERICA: True.

DAN: Hey.

George had a subcapsular haematoma
of the liver.

It ruptured in Theatre,
but he'll be okay.

Yeah! Alright.

Is Dr Campion here yet?

Right there.

Coffee, Frank?

There's milk.

I'm going home.

See you, Frank.

So, I guess he's not
a morning person either.

(laughs)