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DRILLING NOISE

MAN: Dr Campion.

Got this is for you.
Ah, thanks.

Bartholomew West - the intern,
remember?

Yeah, yeah, I remember.

Look, may sound presumptuous,

but how would you feel
about being my mentor?

The thought doesn't exactly
fill me with joy, Homer.

Med school said
that we should have one.

Yeah.
What you got there, Frank?

Nothing.

Hello, Dr Beaumont.

Bart! Very happy
we didn't scare you off.

Maybe we should've tried harder.

Frank,
stop picking on the intern.

You were a baby doctor once, too.
I was never a bloody idiot.

That's a matter of opinion.

Unless you can explain how

that breakfast
fits into your new diet?

None of your bloody business.

Your were doing well.
What happened?

(man screams)

Hey. Stay still. Stay still.

Turn that thing off.

Take that.

We got ya. You'll be okay.

Call the ED.
Tell them we need a trolley, Bart.

Take it easy, mate. We've got you.

You'll be alright.

Thought you blokes
were supposed to wear hard boots.

I'm bleeding.

That will happen if you put
a hedge trimmer through your foot.

I'll take a look at him.

Don't touch anything. Leave
everything alone. Let us do our job.

What is it, mate?
Pain.

Hurry 'em up, Homer.

What sort of pain is it, mate?
What sort of pain?

Come on, stay with us.

Stay with us.

They're coming.
Turn that bloody thing off.

Here. For his foot.

Thanks, Bart.

No pulse.

Page the arrest team.
Right.

Anything I can do?
Stay out of our bloody way.

This is Dr West.
We have a code blue.

CATE: Still in VT, no pulse.

SEAN: Dan, set up for intubation.
DAN: Yep.

CHARLOTTE: Cannula's in.

DAN: Charging again to 200.

CHARLOTTE: Prep some adrenaline and
we need a litre of Hartmann's up.

CATE: Got it.

Clear.

Still in pulseless VT.
Gonna go again?

SEAN: Charging at 360.

Okay, I'm in.

Bart, I need you to be the IV pole.
Alright, I got him.

FRANK: Clear.

Still no pulse.
Equal air entry.

Charging again to 360.

Looks like we're getting quite
a crowd happening here, Frank.

I thought I told you
not to touch anything.

So you did.

Clear.

Someone get the spineboard.
Let's get him inside.

CATE: I've got it.

CATE: Look out, coming through!

Somebody page Quade.
Already done.

I'll let Admin know what's happened.

Von, the patient's belongings -
what should I do with them?

SEAN: I'll get
the monitor running.

He won't be needing
these, will he?

That was Dr Campion's...breakfast.

Health nut is he?

SEAN: Charging at 360.

FRANK: Clear!

DAN: If you guys are okay here,
I'll get Erica to replace me.

I gotta get back to Triage.
CHARLOTTE: Okay.

FRANK: Clear!

Where have you been, Quade?

It's crazy upstairs -
the new boss is on deck today

and he wants us all there
to meet him.

The consultant you woke
during the night?

That's the one.
We've got a pulse.

About bloody time.

I'll get another cannula in.

Bloods.

FBC, UECs, cardiac enzymes
and troponin, group and hold.

And do a BSL while you're at it.

We'll need a loading dose
of Amiodarone, 300mg IV.

What can I do?

Assess his bloody foot.

CATE: 12 lead ECG?
SEAN: Thanks, Cate.

I don't suppose
anyone knows this guy?

His name's Glen Lee.
I checked his wallet.

I'll get onto Personnel.

SEAN: That was good thinking.

What are you doing here?

Morning, Frank.

You okay?

Basic rule of conversation.

I ask a question, you answer it.

The employee who arrested
in the grounds. How is he?

Let me rephrase that.

What gives you the right
to go through my files?

I believe he was wearing
non-standard footwear,

which is in our favour
in the event of a claim.

Make sure it's documented
and witnessed, will you?

If you don't mind, I thought I'd
contact his family and let them know

before we start covering our arses.

And I understand you're without
a Nursing Unit Manager.

Tell me, how do you expect
to run a department without one?

Frank Campion here.

I need home contact details
for a groundsman called Glen Lee.

You're still recovering
from a heart attack, Frank.

I hope you're not
pushing yourself too hard.

That's right. Lee, Glen.

She has a fever.
Can't seem to break it.

Diarrhoea and stomach cramps.

When did it start?

Around one o'clock this morning,
but she's got worse since then.

She can't keep
anything down?

Nothing, not even boiled water.

Okay, then.

Let's have a look at you, then,
little lady. It's okay.

I'm just gonna pull up your shirt
here and wrap this around your arm.

Okay?

Does he really have to do that?
I can tell you she's dehydrated.

Her tongue's coated,
her lips and gums are dry.

We'll get her started on IV fluids
as soon as I've examined her.

Alright, Mrs Booth?

We're gonna need to know everything
you ate before you got sick, Ashley.

Say, for the last two days?

Can you remember that?
I think so.

If you're thinking food poisoning,
it can't be.

I prepare all our food and
we've eaten exactly the same meals.

Have you swapped
any of sandwiches at school?

Ashley's schooled at home.

Oh. What does that mean?
Do you spend all your time with Mum?

Well, she saw her father
two weeks ago.

That was the last time
we've been apart.

This could take time for us
to work out what's going here.

Why don't you go
grab yourself a coffee?

No. Thank you, I'll stay.

It's alright. I'll come and get you.
No. I'm not leaving her.

Right, we've got ST elevations
of two, three and V1.

Consistent with an inferior MI?

Give that man a gold star.

He'll be moved to Cardiology, right?
It depends.

If he's stable cardiologically,

it might be better to take him to
surgery to address his foot injury.

How do you know
what's first priority?

Secondary assessment will tell us.

How you doing there?

Bleeding's almost stopped.
Pedal pulses are intact.

Good.

Write up some antibiotic cover
and an ADT.

Clean the wound with saline then
re-dress with a pressure bandage.

Right.

Right.

Have we ordered
a specialist consult yet?

Not yet. We're just...

I want to be kept informed
of this man's progress

every step of the way.

Dr Newell is concerned

that the hospital may be held liable
for Mr Lee's condition.

No, I'm concerned
about the wellbeing of an employee.

Alright, ST elevation
is greater than 5mm.

Any abnormal heart sounds?
No.

May I?

Order a Coronary Care bed now.

Look, I'd get on to that secondary
assessment now, Jack, if I was you.

After you've done that, I want
to see you in the Surgeon's Lounge.

Being late to meet your new boss

on top of all the other trouble
you've caused

is most probably
not a wise idea today.

Telling you, I'm dead.

Time will tell, Jackie boy.

Is she always that stitched up?

Yes, Erica. She is.

Please, make yourselves comfortable.

I thought you'd want to meet
your new Director of Surgery.

Everyone should be here in a minute.

I'd rather eat rat poison.

Bit drastic, don't you think?

Don't know most of the people here.

Half the team are away
on study exchanges.

NEWELL: Ah, Doctor.
MAN: Alison.

That's gotta be him.

You look lovely.
Thanks so much.

It's nice to see you again.

Could be hope for me yet.
He might be senile.

You want a boss who's senile?

Ah, it's a long story.

I'm into long stories.

Let me put it this way.

We crossed swords recently
and frankly, not impressed.

In fact, I'm more than unimpressed.

The man called the Director
of Emergency Medicine to dob me in.

You know, I would've thought
a top-gun consultant

would have the guts
to fight his own battles.

I'd like to know
who the hell he thinks he is.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Your new Director of Surgery,
Mikolos Vlasek.

"Mike" will do fine, thanks.

Don't go anywhere, Dr Quade, you
and I need to have a little chat.

ALISON: Mike. Dr Johnson.

MIKE: Pleasure to meet you.

And the rest of the surgical team.

Total control freak.

Ten to one says the kid cuts loose
the second she can.

She wouldn't even let the kid
sit down in Triage

until she'd wiped the seat?

I'd believe that.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Kid's sick and her mother's worried.

Well, I chased up
her medical records.

You sure these are hers?

They're huge, I know.
But they are hers. Trust me.

Multiple admissions
for most of her life.

Don't think this could be something
like Munchausen's by proxy do you?

You know, it would fit with the
obsessive parent routine, you know?

Mum making the daughter sick
just to get some attention.

Not even close, mate.
Right.

Ashley's been in remission
from leukaemia for five years.

They nearly lost her
when she was four.

Might explain why Mum's being
a bit anxious, don't you think?

So, you still think
it could be food poisoning?

No parent can watch their child
24 hours a day -

no matter how vigilant
they think they are.

I'll talk to you about it later.

Thanks, Mike. Catch up soon, hey?
Sure.

Not so fast, Dr Quade.

Look, I'm very sorry
about what happened

but I have got a severely lacerated
foot in the ED I need to attend.

Don't worry about that.
I'll handle it.

What you need to do right now
is start getting used to the idea

that from now on
you are gonna be my shadow.

My protege.

No, slave.

You do nothing
I don't tell you to do.

You go nowhere
I don't tell you to go.

Is this some sort of weird payback?

I don't know what you mean?
But I got your first job for you.

Shouldn't you be scrubbed
to operate on that guy's foot?

New boss is doing it.

I have the important task of getting
his video camera from his car.

What does he want
with a video camera?

I didn't ask, Frank. I'm too busy
figuring out why I'm his slave.

What? Oh, I see.

It's payback for being
an upstart, is it?

Yeah.
The gall of some people.

Surely it won't be that bad.

You'll learn heaps
from the consultant, won't you?

Maybe, but someone like Vlasek

could short-circuit my career
if he wants to.

They left his shoes.

I don't think
he'll be wanting them now.

I can finish up if you like.

Na, ta, but nearly done.

Ah, guys...

..that's a toe, right?

Ah, yes - that's a toe.

What are the odds
of that still being viable?

I don't know, Bart.

We had a guy whose penis
was put down a toilet bowl once.

They manage to reattach that.

Where there's a willy,
there's a way.

Really?

I'm such an idiot.

No, you're not.

The guy had arrested,
his foot was a mess.

It's not your fault.

Well, you're not
off the hook yet, alright?

Third floor, Operating Theatre,
holding bay.

Don't get lost.

Hey, Homer! Where's my breakfast?

Oh, that greasy bag the boy had?

I threw that out.

This woman is no friend of yours.
Remember that.

Now go and get me a doughnut,
quick smart.

You ignore that order
and I might forget about that.

Got it.

You going to Theatre?
Yeah, why?

This is Glen Lee's toe.

It needs to be reattached.
What?

Please don't tell Dr Campion.

Please?

A word?

If you haven't got the nursing
rosters, get out. I'm busy.

You know what you did was wrong,
don't you?

Sending Bart out
to do your dirty work.

You are not my mother.
Of which I am eternally grateful.

Last couple of weeks
have been tough.

But you don't deal with stress
by eating rubbish

and working longer hours.

That was the first doughnut
I've had in six weeks.

Besides, I never even got to eat it.
So stop nagging me.

Your funeral.

Shit.

(groans)

Psst, Dr Campion.

You trying to kill me or something?

I don't know how many times
I have to say it -

it can't be food poisoning.

People say that
all the time and, um,

then we find out,
that one ate the fish

and the other was called away
and answered the phone

and didn't eat anything and...

And I had a friend once
who wasn't allowed to eat junk food.

So, when I used to go over and play,
I used to smuggle some in.

Ashley doesn't have friends over.

She has contact with kids
her own age via the Internet.

Oh.

Right.

They have a chat channel for kids
who've survived leukaemia.

You know that a patient's considered
clear of the disease

after five years of remission?

But sometimes they relapse,
don't they, Mum?

Mrs Booth, I understand
your concern for Ashley,

but her symptoms
have nothing to do with leukaemia.

Everything we've seen
points to food poisoning.

Do you have children,
Dr Everleigh?

No.

Do you?

Then please,
leave the parenting to me

and just concentrate on trying
to find out what's wrong with her.

Will you at least entertain the idea

that Ashley's eaten something
that you don't know about?

Maybe something out of date.

I am scrupulous with use-by dates
and freezer times.

I clean out my fridge regularly.

Let me put this another way -

if Ashley hasn't left the house
in several days,

then what's making her sick
is in the house.

Fine, if you're so sure that
it's something inside the house,

then go and find it.

I wasn't suggesting...

No, please, really. I insist.

And when you fail to find anything,

maybe you can get on with
helping Ashley to get well again.

Go on. Take the keys and go.

It's better if you go.
Oh.

Go, look around, take a few swabs
and get back quickly.

Sean, come on. Remember what
happened last time?

Ashley's symptoms aren't improving.

We need to know what's going on
with her and we need to know now.

Alright.

Dr Vlasek.

I'm a consultant, Jack,
so it's "mister", not "doctor".

It's ironic, isn't it?

You work all those years
so they'll call you doctor,

then you bust your arse
to get higher up the chain

so they'll call you mister again.

I prefer "Mike" anyway,
so it's a moot point.

(reads)
"100 certain to get a haircut."

"Seven letters, second letter 'O'."

I wanted to talk to you
about what you said before,

about the whole slave thing.

I need to know what you mean.
Sit down.

100 - ton. Certain - sure.

Tonsure. Ha ha.

What's your philosophy
about being a surgeon, Jack?

Come on, you must have one.

I don't.

Are you a passionate surgeon?

How do you feel when you're
in the operating theatre?

Is it that whole
God complex thing,

or does a big hit at the table
make you feel like having sex?

I don't think about it
in those terms -

either of those terms.

Your registrar - Vincent Hughes -
how did you get on with him?

Good.

Tricky at first.

But I wanted to clarify...

You were friends, weren't you,
before you got teamed up?

You'll find my authority
to be absolute.

Think you can handle that?

Someone really should
take a cattle prod to you.

You should be way, way further ahead
in your career path.

Doctors your age are specialising
by now. You know that?

Well, I haven't decided what
specialty I'd like to pursue yet.

Tell me something.

What drives Frank Campion?

Is it just ego,

or is he a man covering insecurities
with maximum volume?

He's the best doctor
I've ever worked with.

So far...

..in your illustrious career.

Lookin' a bit toey there, Frank.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, nothing.

Just want you to know
my team's got your back

for those few occasions

when your team doesn't quite
get off on the right foot.

Vlasek?

Oh, bloody hell!

Frank?

Frank.

I was hoping you and I
could meet up this afternoon.

I've got some questions
about the ED budget.

How many ways
should I say it?

Keep your nose out of my business.
Let me run my department my way.

Despite what your ego is telling
you, this isn't personal.

Oh, really?
Yeah, really.

Questions have been asked
about the amount of money

being directed towards the ED
in recent months.

So what?
The place can't run on fresh air.

Well, I know that,

but there have also been allusions
to our former relationship.

Well, they must have come
from someone

who knows bugger all
about our current one.

Speaking of money - what's with the
surgical clown in the bandana?

How much
did his appointment cost you?

It's none of your business.
Oh, come off it, Alison.

You know how closely the ED operates
with the surgical team.

Why couldn't you employ somebody
I've actually worked with before?

Someone who'd bat for Team Campion,
you mean?

Sorry, Mike Vlasek
actually happens to be the best.

Frank, the meeting.

I've been putting it off
for a few weeks,

waiting for you
to get on top of things,

but given your current
extracurricular activities,

I'm assuming
you're in perfect health.

My extracurricular activities?

You seem to be seeing
an awful lot of Eve.

Yes, let's talk about Eve,
shall we?

We had a very interesting
conversation the other day

about why she quit medicine.

I think she's deluded.

She seems to think
you had something to do with it.

But I said, "No, Alison's got
far too much integrity for that."

About that...

"She's not the kind of person
who would dump her best mate in it

"just to save her own backside."

Eve was the one
who made the mistake, not me.

No, Eve was the one
who owned up to it.

She'd never make it as a doctor.
You know that as well as I do.

You can't rationalise this away,
Alison.

You behaved badly then
and you are behaving badly now,

and frankly, I am fed up
to the back teeth with it.

So either you go, or I do.

(whistles)

Frank, friend of yours out in Triage
wants to see you.

The, ah, Professor.

Bugger! Where's our little intern?

Here, sir - ah, Dr Campion.

Homer, I've got a job for you,
a chance to redeem yourself.

A mate of mine in Triage
needs your attention.

Of course, Dr Campion.
What's the brief?

Are you sure?
It's not normally a doctor's...

It'll do Homer the world of good

to follow a patient through
from beginning to end.

Dan'll give you the brief.

Do you think Dr Campion
will ever get my name right?

Well, stranger things
have happened, Bart.

I dunno
what it is about him -

the second he's around
I turn into an incompetent idiot.

Yeah, Frank seems to have
that effect on people.

I asked him to mentor him.
Has he mentioned it?

Nah. But then he wouldn't.
Not to me.

Yeah. Oh, well, here we go.
Redemption awaits.

"Don't stuff up, Bart."

Professor, this is Dr West.

Great pleasure, Dr West.

Good to meet you, too, Professor.

Does the usual routine
include a shower?

Of course, and a change of clothes,
and a sandwich.

We check his general health, ah,
make sure he's got somewhere to stay,

then we send him on his way.

He'll wanna hear my symptoms.

Oh! Of course, of course.

Er, muscle twitching - that's new.

Restlessness - also new.

I did experience
a touch of insomnia recently,

which I've suffered from before.

Mmm.

Well, it sounds like
some sort of disorder

of the central nervous system...

The Professor presents with different
systems every time we see him.

He's a true enigma.

Well, let's get you cleaned up

and I'll give you
a thorough examination, hey?

Way to go, Bart.

Do we do something with these?

Just bag them for disposal.

Can't we get them washed for him?

Oh, I think
they're a bit beyond that.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Possessions - a shackle to keep us
tethered to them.

Wouldn't mind shoes a size larger,
this time.

Those are a bit...

Tight?

As a drum. Ha ha.

You won't find anything there.

The Professor travels light.

Baggage makes you a tourist.

Oh, here.

Thank you, Vonny. Thank you, Vonny.

(shivers)

What are you looking at?

Bit of a rash there, see?

You had that long, Professor?

Bit of a problem.
Bit of leakage down there.

Incontinence?
Yeah.

Significant, do you think?

I dunno. It's possible.

Sean, hi, it's me.

Hey, how you goin'?

Good. I'm in the house.

This is definitely my kind of place.

Meaning?

Meaning it's tidy, neat, minimalist.

And there's nothing,
and I mean nothing,

that could attract any dust.

Go check out the fridge.

Wow.

Okay, there is absolutely nothing
festering away in this fridge.

There must be something, stay on it.
Alright.

Ashley's blood results.

You were right - faecal specimen
identified salmonella bacteria.

Cate.
Yeah.

The results have come back positive
for salmonella.

Well, I'm telling you that

there's no way that she could have
gotten that from this kitchen.

Okay, well, stay on it.
Call me back.

I'll try the bedroom.
I'll speak to you later.

Okay, bye.

Do you want me to notify
the Health Department?

No, thanks, I'll do it.
Okay.

Anything I can do?

Yeah, there is, actually. See what
you can find out from Ashley.

Maybe there's something
she's not telling us.

Hi, Ashley. I'm Erica.

This is really pleasant.
I've never actually...

Here you go. Chicken, okay?

Cheese, mayonnaise, no salt -
how you like it.

Thank you. Thank you.

Protein, calcium.
Good nutrition is...

Tell me about the symptoms. Is the
dizziness there all the time?

Ah, yeah. More and more often.

Sometimes it comes in
by breathlessness.

You didn't mention that before.
It's a small thing.

Hey, what's he doing in a bed?

Ah, Bart wants him in
for observation.

Have you told him
what the situation is?

Yes, but he's presenting
with symptoms

that he hasn't mentioned before.

Doesn't he always?

G'day, Professor, how you doing?

Nothing but praise for your new
offsider, Frank. He's a good man.

Don't you even think of doing
anything trickier than simple bloods

without running it by me.

You got it?
Course not.

Pulse 102, blood pressure 100/70.
That's good.

What a find - young Dr West.

Frank had better watch his back.
Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.
He'll be quaking in his boots.

Bet there are about
a squillion germs in here.

Don't you worry,
I am a great germ-buster.

Bacteria, viruses. What about mites?
They're everywhere.

Hey, there goes one now!

Don't you ever worry
about getting sick?

Worrying about getting sick
sometimes makes you sick.

I guess so.

Aren't you looking forward
to seeing your friends?

Why would I? I can talk to them
on-line whenever I want.

Hmm.

Do you have any pets? Cat or a dog?

Did you know that dogs
eat their own vomit?

Hmm. Well, I'd never really
thought about it.

Well, I have, and it's gross.

So, no pets at all?

I have three fish - Lex, Sammy
and I just got Jess.

Oh, fish are very cool.

Yeah, I love them.

There's no mess whatsoever, hardly
any toys, no posters on the wall.

There's no food or drink scraps
anywhere.

Did you find out anything?

Nothing that helps.

Cate's come up with nothing
at the house, too.

Extraordinary.

Sean? There's nothing here.
Marie was spot on.

You could perform open-heart surgery
in here and not risk infection.

Okay. Well, look,
you'd better get back here.

Hang on.

Can you get salmonella
from a fish tank?

We've done FBC, UEC, LFT...

TFT.

Did you know
he was a real professor?

And I was a pole dancer.

Very funny, Von.

So that's a positive?
Rightio. Thanks.

CATE: What did he say?

According to Infection Control,

90% of reptiles shed salmonella
in their faeces.

That's fairly gross.

What about fish?

Not an entirely uncommon source
of the bacteria.

Okay, but the tank was as clean
as everything else in the house.

Yeah, not relevant. The salmonella
bacteria is in the water.

Oh, well, who thinks to wash their
hands every time they feed Nemo?

(chuckles)
Mmm.

I'll have the tank water tested,
but I'd say they're our culprits.

We'd better let Mum know.

Are you going to snitch on the fish?
You can't do that.

Ashley's mum
will give them the royal flush.

Erica, we have to let her know.

Ashley'd be devastated.

They're her only contact with other
living beings besides her mother.

You can't take that away from her.

Who's gonna tell her?

And in bed six,
we have a Mr Neville.

He has a suspected fracture of the
talus with further X-rays pending.

Should he be taking up a bed?
Well, Dr Beaumont thinks so.

I can get Dr Beaumont for you
if you'd like.

No. Our next patient is?

Ah, Mrs Atwell.

She'll be transferred to Post-op

after her appendicectomy
this afternoon.

This is what happens when
there's no-one running the floor.

You need to get onto surgical
and the bed manager

and get some of
these patients moving.

This is the lovely Ashley.

She presented with severe diarrhoea,
vomiting, dehydration.

She was diagnosed with salmonella.

We still don't know why.
Are you a specialist?

Hospital admin. Sorry.

ALISON: Now, what are you doing?

I'm specialling this patient
for Dr Campion.

This is the Professor.

He came in with
severe stomach cramps, nausea...

That was last time, Dan.

This time it's muscle twitching,
mental confusion

and an unpleasant rash,

which the young doctor here
astutely brought to our attention.

Tell me,
why is this man taking up a bed?

I think we could
be looking at CCF.

That's congested cardiac failure.
I know.

Unfortunately, the Professor's not
up on his family's medical history,

but he's presented
with breathlessness,

swelling of the feet and ankles.

(coughs)

Oh, for...

What was she doing?

She said that she's gonna keep an
eye on the ED budget if you won't.

What's making you think CCF?

The Professor asked for
a bigger pair of shoes.

Your specialty is footwear?

No, he has oedema
in his feet and ankles,

he was breathless
after his shower,

chest osculation failed to produce
the sound of a drum filled with air.

And the textbook says...
I know what the textbook says.

What about his dizziness
and muscle spasms?

That's something else, I think.
Like what?

I dunno. Bloods just came back.

Most are consistent with CCF, except
for depressed plasma cholinsterase.

But I'm not sure what that means.

Frank, your young colleague here
seems to be on the ball.

Mmm, so, we've got
occasional bouts of nausea,

cough and shortness of breath, eh?

Right.

Could be related to anxiety. The
Professor hasn't been sleeping well.

Tell me about
this incontinence, Professor.

Ah, it started a day or two ago.
It isn't much fun, I can tell you.

Have we tested his urine
for bloods and proteins?

Results aren't back yet.

Chase them up. See if you
can find the Prof's old clothes.

Why?
Because I said so.

What's going on, Frank?

I don't know, my old friend.

How would you like
a room all to yourself?

Unfortunately, it's just not
common knowledge

that fish tanks are
a breeding ground for salmonella.

I just can't believe it.

Look, I had no idea either.

I did everything I could
to keep her safe.

We know that.

I'm so sorry, sweetheart.
It won't happen again, I promise.

It's okay, Mum, it's not your fault.
It's mine.

Hey, no, no, no.
It's nobody's fault.

Mrs Booth, neither you or Ashley
were to know.

I'll get rid of them.

No, Mum, please.

Look, the fish
needn't be a problem.

All Ashley has to do is
clean her hands after she's fed them

and after she's cleaned the tank.

Mum, please let me keep my fish.

I'm sorry, sweetheart, I can't.

Mrs Booth? I'd like to admit Ashley
to the children's ward overnight.

Oh, God.

It's okay. Would you like to stay
with her? 'Cause you can.

Okay.

Mum, please let me keep my fish.

Ashley, I don't know.

It really won't be a problem, Marie.

Why don't we get Ashley
sorted out first,

and then tomorrow
you and I can talk about the fish.

(coughs)

C'mon. You gotta be
in there somewhere.

You can have half my sandwich
if you're that hungry.

I remember how badly
interns are paid.

I'm tracking down something
for Dr Campion.

Could be relevant to a case.

Is that what he said?

Well, I'm glad to see interns
are no less gullible

than they were in the old days.

I think the word's eureka.

Professor's history.

Good to have history.

Like being someone.

So, apart from some tachy cardio
when he had the flu

his symptoms have always
been put down to his lifestyle.

I'm circumspect in my habits.
Always watch what I eat.

That may well be,

but there's a good chance
that if it came out of a bin

it's not gonna be good for you.

There's no, ah, no mention
of memory lapses in these notes.

He's always been vague about
his symptoms. You know that.

Found 'em.

Oh, they smell funny.

Of course they smell funny,
you goose.

No, I mean
like apart from the obvious,

like flyspray or something.

Put 'em back in the bag.
Put 'em back in the bag.

Come on!

Bloody hell.

Give the bag to me.

Right, now get some clean scrubs,

go down to the staff bathroom
and get undressed.

What?

You just shoved your face
in a bag of toxic waste.

Can you supervise
a decontamination wash?

Oh, come on. Give the kid a break.

You know, I don't think he wants me
there when he undresses.

Yes, but I do.

Well, I have been working
with him as well.

I'll have to have
my own decontamination.

Alright, fine. Take those to the lab.
Get me a scrubbing brush.

Come with me, you goose.

Every nook and cranny, Homer.

Look, I can manage here, honestly.

So, if you've got somewhere else
to be.

A decontamination wash
is not the same as a quick splash

before you have dinner with your mum.

Still, I'd rather take my chances

without having you
sitting there smiling

which I know you're doing now.

Hey, listen, mate,
my reputation is on the line

if you start showing symptoms
of chemical exposure.

Dr Campion.

Yes, my boy.

What made you suspect
organophosphate poisoning?

Depressed plasma cholinsterase
along with all his minor symptoms.

Could've said something.

If I'd known you'd shove your head
in a bag of his old clothes,

I probably would've.

So, I was wrong about the CCF?

No, you were right about that.

The Professor neglected to tell us
about those symptoms earlier.

But we dug up an old file of his
from two years ago.

He was diagnosed and medicated then.

Yeah, he was obviously
non-compliant.

Obviously.

Listen, he didn't tell you
where he was living, did he?

Ah, yeah, at the uni, he said.
Care of the Dean.

Can I have a towel please?

In a previous incarnation, he was
a storeman called Craig Watts -

that is, before the booze got to him.

Really? Great. Chalk up another
moron point for me then.

Oh, come on.

There's nothing wrong
with showing respect for a patient.

Some say that's a good quality
in a doctor.

Certainly one that I'd be looking for
in someone I was going to mentor.

Did you say you'd mentor me?
I did indeed, Bart.

Got my name right, too.

Don't make too much of it, sunshine.

(Dan whistles)

I have to get on the bus
dressed like this.

That is a seriously good look
for you, Bart.

Just tell them that you're a surgeon
and get a reference off Jack.

He's in with his new boss.

Oh, Dan. Don't pick on him,
he had a rough day.

Yes, so much for
my brilliant career.

Pull rank on the head of surgery

and have to follow him around
like a lap-dog all day.

I can beat that.

I didn't detect a patient was missing
a toe, then I poisoned myself.

CHARLOTTE: What?

Don't worry about it.

Well, that wasn't a complete waste.

I did manage to get myself a mentor.
Way to go, Bart.

Oh, Bart.

It seems the Professor's been living

amongst some heavy duty plastic
drums behind the science block.

Formerly used
to store chemicals, right?

FRANK: I'd say so.

Sounds like my cue to leave.
Stay there!

You too, Pocahontas!

Why hasn't Administration got your
applications for the NUM's position.

Oh, it's because
we don't want it.

What about McMasters?

What about McMasters?

Looking for a new
Nursing Unit Manager.

Forget it.

Oh, someone at least put their hand
up for the acting position.

Please!

Oh, God, I'll do it.

Thank you, Dan.

You're a scholar and a gentleman.

I'll probably really suck at it,
but what the hell.

I can shuffle some papers
for a couple of weeks.

It will only be
for a couple weeks, won't it?

That was really brave.
I'd say really dumb.

What's wrong with you?

Jack and I were comparing
how bad our day's been.

His boss is still giving him grief.

Yeah, well, they reattached the toe,
so I win.

Toe? What toe?

See you tomorrow, Dr Campion.

Bloody Vlasek!

Jack, do you know
what that was all about?

No, really don't want to, either.

LOUD MUSIC PLAYS ON HEADPHONES

Vlasek.

What can I do for you, Frank?
Let's get this straight.

I haven't got time for games

and I am fed up to the back-teeth
with people here

using their position
to get what they want.

If you have a problem with me
or my staff

have the decency
to say it to my face.

That it?

No, it's not.
What are you doing to Jack Quade.

Apparently nothing.

Well, he's been walking around
like a condemned man all day,

and you're responsible for that.

So whatever you're doing...
Just a minute.

Frank, I'm head of surgery, right?

So that makes me Jack's boss,
not you.

So, whatever plans
I may or may not have for him

are really none of your business.

It's because he woke you up
in the middle of the night?

Still none of your business.

I'm happy we're getting all this off
our chests, but here's the thing -

if I tell Jack
to stick a feather up his arse

and run naked through the grounds

then, as head of surgery,
that is my right.

Chill out, Frank.

Life's too short.

Oh, for goodness sake.

Do I have to padlock the door
to keep you out?

I was leaving you a note to call.
Please, go away.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

And I thought you
should hear it from me

before it became it official.

I put in for long-service leave.

I thought I'd go overseas
for a few months.

Well, there's hope for you yet.

And I'm taking Kathleen with me.

What?

It'll do her the world of good
to have a change of environment.

And I'm sure Eve won't mind having
you all to herself for a while.