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FRANK: Everleigh,
a quick game's a good game.

Alright. How many?
Two of the best.

Two good ones for you, Frankie.
It's time your luck changed. Jack?

I will sit on these, thank you.

There's a man who knows
how to ride a winning streak.

I'm good at this.
I'm very good, actually.

I don't know why
I haven't played more often.

Mr Goldman?

Theoretically, if I have
all the same suit, I have a...

Flush.
Get on with it.

Hit me. Okay.

Oh! Didn't like that one.

Frank, it's your call.

I'm in for $10.

You don't have $10, Frank!

I've bloody got $10.

Alright, then. I'll see your $10
and I will raise you $10.

(chuckles)

Too hot for me.

Theoretically, if I have
four diamonds and a heart I have...

You're a loser, just fold.

Alright.

I'm going to liven this place up.
You're bluffing.

Going to cost you another 10
to find out, Frank.

Turn the bloody music down.

It's not a disco, it's a poker game.

You're full of it.

I'll see you.

Read 'em and weep, Campion!

Oh, you're a loser, Campion!

You are running hot, Jack.

Come to Papa.

And while you're up,
get us a drink, will you?

Prepare to be taken to the cleaners.

Dan.
What?

Sit down.

I hope that's the last
of the excitement for the night.

I love night shifts.

Just as well, hey?

I love being awake
while the rest of the world sleeps.

Yeah, well, if God had wanted me
to work all night,

he would have made me a bat.

I'm sorry, it's just so painful.

That's alright.
We'll get you something for that.

It's been getting worse by the hour.
I can't take it any longer.

What's up?
This is Teresa.

She has a really sore throat.
She can't swallow, can't even sleep.

I was trying to study,
but I couldn't concentrate.

It's driving me crazy.
Okay, Teresa. I'm Dr Beaumont.

We'll get you settled
and I'll be in to see you.

Okay. It's like there's something
stuck in my throat.

So, where are all the guys tonight?

Boys-only poker game.

How come I wasn't invited?
I'm a boy.

Yeah. That's not fair.
Let's find out why they dudded you.

No, no, no, no. Don't do that.

It's cool.

SEAN: Dan. Dan!

Dan!

Forget him, he's out.

Alrighty.

Jack, we're looking at you.

Right.

Well, Jack has three handsome jacks!

Yay!

Winners are grinners.

Thank God you are a good doctor,
Frank, because you suck at poker.

Shut up and deal.

Frank, we'll share a cab.

Sit down, Everleigh.
You're going nowhere.

Yeah, don't be a spoilsport.
This is fun.

It's getting too late.
You've gotta work in the morning.

I bought port.

Come on, we'll make it a coffee.

Go get us a drink, Danny.

Port? Frank, maybe we should
make this the last round.

I mean, you need your rest,
I need some beauty sleep...

We're used to you being ugly

and you are going nowhere
until I get my money back.

SEAN: Not for me, Dan.

All the more for the true stayers.

MOBILE RINGS

Who's at the door
at this time?

Dan, we don't have a doorbell.
What?

It's your phone, you moron.

Your phone.

Speak or forever hold your tongue.

Hey, Dan, it's me.

Hey. Who's "me"?

Ricky, from work -
hospital, big building, sick people.

I knew that. What's up?

Having a good time?

Yeah, sure.

Well, Bart would like to know
who he should have slept with

to get an invite to the poker night.

Um...Frank?

I had nothing to do with this.

FRANK: Whoever it is,
tell them to bugger off.

Get off the phone.
Look, sorry, I've got to go.

I can't believe you called them.

They seem to be having a good time.

They'll pay for it big time
in the morning.

Plus, I don't think Dan remembers

that the new Nursing Unit Manager
starts today.

Alright. Round to the left.

No wonder you're having
trouble swallowing.

You've got a nasty peritonsillar
abscess on the right-hand side.

What's that?

It's a severe complication
of tonsillitis.

I'm going to write you up
for some antibiotics

and I'll get
the ear, nose and throat specialist

to come down and see you
in the morning.

Okay, let's get her started on 1.2g
of benzyl penicillin, please.

Not a problem.
Look, I really can't stay.

Theresa, this isn't
your average sore throat.

You have a deep infection
of the head and neck.

We need to start you
on antibiotics intravenously.

I'm happy to take the penicillin

and I promise to come back
and see the specialist tomorrow.

You have
a potentially serious infection.

Now, I am sorry, but we need
to get the treatment started now.

You're very lucky
you came in when you did.

FRANK: How many?

JACK: Three, I guess.

The dealer takes two.

I've got nothing.

You throw those in,

I'll tell Mike Vlasek
you bad-mouthed him all night.

Frank, what does it matter?
You've got nothing anyway.

Got to be worth 100.
Come on, come on.

(sighs) Alright.

I'll bet $100.

I'll see you.

You bastard!

Frank, I don't want your watch.

Take it. Take it, take it!

Take what?

But I would be obliged
if you'd lend me the taxi fare home.

And with that,
I shall bid you a fond farewell.

You've got work tomorrow,
so don't stay up too late.

Front door?

I feel heaps better now.

Your temp is up to 38.1.

I'm sure it would improve
much faster if I was in my own bed.

Why are you so desperate
to get out of here?

Theresa, if there's something
we should know...

I look after my dad.

He's elderly?

And sick. End-stage Parkinson's.
He can't cope on his own.

Okay, I see.

No, it's alright.

I mean,
some days he's better than others,

but I really need to be there
when he wakes up,

because he doesn't even know
I've ducked out of the house.

Okay. There's no-one to help?
Family or neighbours?

I have a sister, but she's in Perth.

How do you manage
to do things like shopping?

With great difficulty.

Sometimes
I have to take him with me,

but he's getting past that now,
so...

Yeah. I really can't stay.

There's no-one to call?

Um...my neighbour?

But I don't want to wake her up
in the middle of the night.

Why don't you give me her number
and I'll call her around 7:00?

Ah...yeah.

CATE: Look what the cat dragged in.
Morning, Cate.

How was your night?
How was yours?

It was interesting.

BART: Well, who won? Who lost?

It's not important
who won or lost, Bart.

Jack cleaned Frank out.
Was that wise?

Look, aren't you boys
just a little bit too old

to act like kids
at schoolies week?

The young at heart stay young, Von.
You know that.

Especially in here.

I'm going for a shower.

And I need some caffeine
and a greasy bacon roll.

Where's Dan?
Who knows.

Find everything okay?

Yes, thanks.

Well, good morning.

Frank, this...

I'll be in my office,
getting on with things

and I do not want
to be disturbed.

Hey, can you let me in?
I must have left my pass at home.

Sure. Do you work here?

Yeah, but don't tell anyone -
I'm half an hour late.

Oh, thanks.

You don't look too crash-hot, mate.
I had a massive night. Shh.

Nice of you to join us.
What are you still doing here?

Well, apparently we're
short-staffed, you know.

I was asked to stay back.

Who asked you to do that?
Gabrielle Jaeger.

And that would be?

The new NUM.

So, he's my problem child?

Every department's got one, Von.

Yes, and we've got Frank Campion.

Bernard Power, 64,

possible twisted bowel,
suffering acute pain.

Mike knows about him
and will be down to see him.

Theresa Pye, 31.
Peritonsillar abscess.

I've done bloods,
I've started her on antibiotics,

spoken to ENT and they'll be down
to review her as soon as possible.

How bad is the abscess?

Oh, it's putrid.

I don't know how she's gone
that long. It'll need draining.

Definitely one for ENT.

You're looking much prettier
than everyone else from last night.

Well, at least
I didn't lose my trousers.

What?

Might be a good look for you.
(Charlotte chuckles)

I'm Gabrielle. Hi.

Taking over
as Nursing Unit Manager.

Rightio. Sean Everleigh.
Nice to meet you.

Ooh, a Pom.

Have to watch my Ps and Qs
around you then, won't I?

Oh, no, you won't.

I've been here
since I was a teenager.

I'm used to Australian Ps and Qs.
Good to hear it.

I've just settled a young man
into Sub-Acute.

Jeff Weiss, 22 years old,
renal transplant.

Showing an elevated
cyclosporine level.

Possible organ rejection?

Well, apparently his levels spiked
once before, about a month ago.

His specialist gave him this letter,

told him to present immediately
if it ever happened again.

Okay. I'll take a look at him.
Thanks.

Thanks, Charlotte.
Have a good day.

Have a good night.

When do you get to go home?
Right about now.

Good.
Charlotte?

Thank you.

GROANING
VON: Easy.

Bernard, this is Mike Vlasek.
He's the head of our surgical team.

Still got some pain, I see.

Yeah. He's had 5mg IV morphine,
but little effect.

Let's give him another 5.

Thank you for joining us, Dr Quade.

The pain in the abdomen started
yesterday and it worsened overnight.

Vomiting?
Yeah, started half an hour ago.

When did you last
open your bowel, Bernard?

Three, four days ago.

Abdomen's rigid and distended.

He's had erect and supine X-rays
and a full set of bloods taken.

I'm going to have to examine
your abdomen, Bernard.

Sorry about this.

VON: Righto.

Well, his temp's 38, pulse 100,
resps 22, BP's 100/60.

Are you feeling nauseous now?

Yeah.

See what you think, Jack.

Bowel sounds are absent.
Meaning?

There's possibly
a volvulus obstructing the bowel.

Got his X-rays?

There you are.

Obvious "coffee bean" sign.
Air fluid levels here and here.

And circulation is cut off
at the loop.

That section of the intestine
is dying.

Bernard, it looks like
you've got a twisted bowel.

That's what's giving you
all this grief.

If you can imagine an elastic band
twisted back on itself,

that's sort of what's happened.

I'm going to need to take you
to surgery to correct it, okay?

Congratulations, Dr Quade.

Your turn to take the lead
at the operating table.

Oh, Mike, I'm clearly
not feeling 100% today.

It's probably a better idea
if you lead and I'll follow.

Carpe diem, Jack.

A sigmoid volvulus
doesn't come along every day.

Better get scrubbed up.

Mike, listen,

I've gotta be honest with you,
I had a late night last night,

I'm dehydrated, sleep-deprived,
I've got a thumping headache.

I don't want to put this man at risk.

You know, it's a funny thing,

but patients don't often check
their doctors' social calendar

before they get sick.

Yeah, I know, but...

Slack of them, I know, but sometimes
we just have to operate,

no matter how we feel or
what we were up to the night before.

Know what I mean?
Yep.

So, run me through this procedure
one more time?

Well, we won't know what to expect
until we get in there.

Hazard a guess for me.

Come on, Jack.

Bernie here lives on his own,

he's carrying
a bit of extra weight -

could possibly be malnourished.

And we haven't had time to give him
an adequate bowel prep, so...

So, there's a risk
of faecal peritonitis

from the perforated bowel.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

That's all the more reason
for you to do this, not me.

Jack, the choice is yours.

You can either step up to the plate

or go home
and forget about being a surgeon.

Homer, I'm busy. Go away.

Breakfast.

Who the bloody hell are you?

You're welcome. No problem at all.

It's alright, it's alright.

It's a lovely gesture.
Thank you.

Who are you?

Gabrielle Jaeger.

Oh, you have four urgent messages
from Alison Newell.

Oh, right, you're the new NUM.

No flies on you, are there, mate?

You're younger than I thought.

Okay, fine.

Let's get it over and done with,
shall we?

You're honoured to be part

of the best emergency team
in the whole of the country,

and you know you'll learn
ever so much from me.

Does that sum it up?

Yeah, except I've worked
in some pretty bloody good EDs.

I've never heard of you till today.

Frank Campion. Welcome aboard.

Um...I thought you weren't coming
for a couple of days,

something about relocation?

Yeah, they gave me two weeks
to find a place and get settled in.

I don't know who'd need that long.

I've already started my vegie patch,
built a chook shed.

So, here I am.

Yes.

I wasn't told
I'd be sharing an office.

What were you told?

Very little,
which just added to my suspicions.

Mate, I saw this job advertised
week after week

and when I inquired about it I
found out I was the only applicant.

Why do you think that is?

Tell me, mate,

you don't turn up for work in a
grump and with a splitting hang-over

every day, do you?

What makes you think
I am hung-over?

Well, Jeff,
your temperature's a little elevated

but all your other observations
are normal.

So, you don't appear
to have an infection.

You do look
a bit run-down, though.

I'm just tired.
I've been working all night.

You were born with
polycystic kidney disease?

Yeah, yeah.

When I was 16
I went into renal failure.

Spent about four years on dialysis
before I got a transplant.

Which was about two years ago?
Yep.

And you had a similar situation
with raised cyclosporine levels

a month back?

Yeah. That was the only blip,
though. I thought I was home free.

Well, don't give up
on that idea, Jeff.

Any recent change in your regime?
No, not a thing.

No cheating on the diet?
Sneak in a few beers?

No, not once.

Mate, I'm not
your average 22-year-old, okay?

I know for a fact I'm not
10ft tall and bullet-proof.

I got a kidney and it saved my life,

and there's no way in the world
I would jeopardise it.

Right.

Good news, Theresa.

I just got off the phone
to your neighbour

and she has your father
up and dressed

and he's merrily
eating his breakfast.

Oh, thank you.

She can stay with him until 2:00.

And I'll definitely be out of here
by then, right?

That's the plan.

I'm just going to check your temp.

I'm happy to do whatever
you need me to do.

You've been on duty all night.

I want you to go home
and get some sleep.

I'll see you in the morning.

Go! Go!

Dr Campion,

I have a patient with aperitonsillar
abscess that may need aspirating.

Can you review her for me?
Call ENT.

She's been waiting for hours, Frank.
She needs a doctor.

There isn't anyone else.

Where is she?
Thanks.

Hey, why didn't someone tell me
that Jeff Weiss was in here?

You know the guy?

Yeah, guy's a legend
round the dance club scene.

He's a really good DJ.

Really?

Well, that puts
a new slant on things.

Why?

Because he's had
a renal transplant.

Came in because his cyclosporine
levels were elevated.

It's an anti-rejection drug, yeah?
Yeah.

Saturday they're sitting
at 550ng per mil.

This morning
they were on the way back down,

but his blood urea, nitrogen
and creatine are all up.

It all points to
cyclosporine toxicity.

Kidney damage?
Caused by what?

Something he ate?

Or possibly drugs.

It's not a big leap
to think drugs are on offer

to the man on the decks.

Except he denies taking anything.

Well, he's not likely
to come out and say...

(Sean taps loudly)

"I've got a new kidney,
but I still get high," is he?

Can you stop doing that, please?

My head's banging enough
without you doing that.

(taps twice)

Why are you so chirpy this morning?

Superior genetics.

Of course. How stupid of me.

And this stuff usually helps.
A friend at uni put me on to it.

Haven't had a hang-over since.

Now you tell me.

Your cyclosporine levels
are elevated,

but they're on the way down.

That's a relief.

Yes, it is, but we really need
to find out what's causing it.

It's likely that
something that you're taking

is interfering with
your anti-rejection medication.

I told you, I'm not doing drugs.

All I'm saying is you must
be surrounded by it at work.

Yeah, I am.

How many times do I have to tell
you, I'd never risk this kidney?

It makes it really easy
to say no to drugs

and everything else
that might hurt it.

Okay, good. That's fine.

You can relax now.

Well, the abscess
definitely needs aspirating.

I'll get onto ear, nose and throat
and see if I can hurry them up.

Theresa's already been with us
for hours, Dr Campion.

Sorry for the delay, Theresa.

Let's anaesthetise the throat
to make it feel more comfortable,

and if ENT aren't here
by the time we've done that,

then I'll do the aspiration myself.

Thanks, Doctor, 'cause
I really need to get home.

Looking for a quiet place
to hide, Frank?

No, no, no.

Just...just looking for, um, some...

Ah. Ah, here it is.

So, Gaby,
how are you settling in there?

Gabrielle, actually.

Gaby's my old aunt. She smells like
a wet bale of hay, so...

And, yes, I'm settling in.
Thanks for asking.

Good, good, good, good.

Look, you had heard of me
before this, hadn't you?

No, not a peep.
Started with a clean slate.

How do you think you've gone
on first impressions, Frank?

About to untwist the the bowel
using a counterclockwise action...

LOUD ROCK MUSIC ON STEREO

..and inspecting bowel perfusion.

Dusky colour -
indicates vascular compromise.

SURGEON: He's bradycardic.

Becoming hypotensive.

Jack?

Shower of endotoxins.

Pulse and blood pressure getting
low. We need to do something.

Rapidly infuse colloids.

Come on. Get on with it.

Somebody turn off the music.

Cancel that.

It's my table, Mike. My decision.

Please, turn the music off.

He's throwing off
lots of PBCs.

Speed it up, Jack.

Working as fast as I can.

Get in closer.
I want to see all of this.

When you're resecting,
isolate the ureter first, okay?

And for God's sake,
watch out for the gonadal vessels.

Yeah, I know.

Look, that thing is not helping.

Sorry, Jack. Camera stays.

JACK: Everleigh. Sean.

I need you to aspirate
a throat abscess for me.

That's a job for ENT, Frank.

Unfortunately, they're not available,
so I guess it's our baby -

or, more to the point, your baby.

I'd love to,
but I've got my hands full.

Listen, mate, you've pulled up a wee
bit better than me after last night,

and the last thing I need

is to aspirate pus
out of a patient's throat, so...

Ooh. Ooh, yeah.
You shouldn't have sent Bart home.

Frank, Theresa's gone.

What?

Theresa, wait.

I'm going home. I'm feeling better.

That's only because
we've anaesthetised your throat.

Once it wears off, you'll be
back to where you started.

I have to get home to Dad.
My neighbour will leave soon.

Um, I'll get Social Work
to get someone to be there with him.

How long will that take?
One phone call.

Just like the phone call
to the ear, nose and throat doctor

who still hasn't shown up?

I can't leave my dad alone.

I'll make sure
there's someone with him,

even if I do it myself.

Theresa, come back inside, please.

The drugs we've given you
won't let you swallow properly -

you could choke.

I have been here for hours and hours!
Why haven't you done something?

I'll do the procedure myself -
straightaway.

There won't be any delays.

If we don't aspirate
the abscess now,

with the build-up of pus
around your tonsils

the bacteria could enter your blood
stream and then go into your brain.

You could die.

Hey. Just so we're clear,
I hate you.

Not only are you always right,
but you don't get hang-overs either.

You're not still trying to
get rid of that headache, are you?

Headache, nausea - you name it,
I'm trying to get rid of it.

Did you reach Jeff's specialist?

His best guess is a drug interaction.

Well, we could have told him that.

No, no.

He's suggesting something medicinal
that Jeff's overlooked

that could have impacted
on the cyclosporine levels.

Is he on other medication?
Nothing.

Maybe he bought something
over the counter -

didn't check
the labels properly.

I'll find out.

He's outside getting some fresh air.
See what else you can find out.

Maybe he'll tell you something
that he won't cough up to a doctor.

Hey. Did you know
I always wanted to be a DJ?

Lots of people tell me that.

(groans)

Yeah. I think
I'd be pretty good at it.

I've scratched a few discs
in my time.

Yeah, I always had big dreams
of doing the club circuit.

So, did you come out here
just to talk music?

No, no.
I thought you might be hungry?

Do you want me
to order you some lunch?

Yeah, thanks.

But make sure they know
I'm a transplant recipient

and they'll need to supply
a list of ingredients.

Will do.

Hey, is that doctor any closer
to finding out what's going on?

Well, he did speak
to your specialist.

And?

Are you sure there's no chance

that someone slipped something into
your drink at one of these clubs?

I think I would have noticed
if they did.

Dance party drugs
tend to be a bit obvious,

and I don't remember trying to
climb the wall or hump my roadie.

Yeah, it's just that Dr Everleigh
and your specialist

keep coming back to
some sort of drug interaction,

so unless you bought something
over the counter

without checking the label...

I wanna find out what's going on
more than you.

Okay.

Well, then, do you mind
if we test you for drugs, then,

just to make sure?

Be my guest. Knock yourself out.
Let's do it.

Hey, Jack, come on, concentrate.

How much longer are you going to
leave this man under anaesthetic?

Well, the open end of the bowel is
tight, tense and dusky in appearance.

Meaning?

Damn. The blood supply
is compromised.

What are we going to do about it?

Haven't got a lot of time.

I'll take the staples out and expose
the underlying area of the bowel.

Haven't got a lot of time.

And then I'll open the rectal sheath
with blunt dissection

and pull out the stoma further.

Don't tell me about it, do it.

FRANK: I'm just going
to press your tongue.

You won't feel any pain,
just a wee bit of pressure.

And concentrate on your breathing.

In and out.

That's it. You're doing really well.

That's the way.

How was your lunch?

Forgotten how bloody awful
hospital food is.

Writing a letter of complaint?

It's my diary.

I wouldn't have thought
we'd crack a mention.

No, it's not that sort of diary.
It's more like a day book.

I'm entering what I had for lunch.
Really?

Yep, everything I do goes in here -

food I eat, medication I take,
exercise I do, the works.

And you write in that every day?

If it's not in here, I didn't do it.

So, tell me.
Are we any closer to diagnosis yet?

You're all thinking it's
spontaneous rejection, aren't you?

It's a possibility.

And the others...

Well, Dr Everleigh's still waiting
on the latest blood results

and the drug screen we did.

Don't tell me you're still on
about bloody drugs.

Listen to me.
I haven't done anything wrong, okay?

If I wanted to kill myself,
I'd put a gun to my head.

I wouldn't take drugs
and slowly screw my kidney, alright?

You tell Dr Everleigh
not to give up.

There's a reason for this,

which isn't drugs
or spontaneous rejection.

If you bastards want to hang onto
your bullshit cliche ideas

on what club DJs get up to,
knock yourself out,

but it won't be
at the expense of my health.

Okay, okay. I believe you.

And we're not gonna give up
on you, alright?

Promise.

Come on. Let's...

Come on.

Let's get you back in here.

Can you imagine being 22 years old

and having to write down
every single thing that you do?

I can't imagine documenting
anything that I did at 22 years old.

I think I was drunk
most of that year.

So, did you get hang-overs
back then?

Hey, is there anything in that diary
to explain his symptoms?

No.

I mean, according to this, he should
be healthier than you and I.

Apparently he's taken up squash
in recent weeks.

Shouldn't you be asleep?

I was. Woke up in a cold sweat.

I remembered Dr Beaumont asked me
to chase up some Path results.

Clean forgot about them.
Charlotte went home hours ago.

I'm sure she would have
already got them.

Well, seeing as I'm here,

I'll stick around, see if anything
interesting comes in.

Get a life, Bart.

I'd have one if certain people
invited me to their poker nights.

Right, that's got it.

You okay there, Theresa?

I'll just get you
to rinse your mouth out and spit,

but no swallowing yet.

I hope that wasn't too bad.

Can I go home now?

No. I want you to have a dose
of antibiotics first.

Benzyl penicillin, 1.2g.

And then we'll send this
down to the lab

to determine what bacteria
caused the problem,

and figure out how to treat you.

We need to wait
for the anaesthetic to wear off

and the swelling in your throat
to go down.

How long will I be here, then?

How about I promise it will be
no longer than absolutely necessary?

And I'll pop back later on
to see how you're doing.

Make sure she stays
until she passes the sip test,

and ideally I'd like her
to have something to eat.

Uh, Dr Campion,

don't you want to check the colour
and texture of the specimen?

Thank you.

VOMITING SOUND

You okay?

It wasn't me,
but it might be soon.

Hi.

Where were you when I needed you?

You sent me home.

The new Nursing Unit Manager's
looking for you.

And Alison Newell
left a message saying

that she really needs
a decision today -

apparently it's super-important.

I know this isn't my business,

but do you think
it's a good idea to drink so much

when you're still recovering
from myocardial infarction?

I mean, I've been doing
some research

on post-cardiac diet and exercise,
if you need it.

I've written it all down in my...

Has Jeff mentioned having
any soreness at the transplant site?

No. Why?

Just want to see
if we've missed something.

His drug screen came back negative.

I'm not surprised.

He totally convinced me
he wasn't on anything.

You don't look so good.

Man, I feel like crap.

I feel worse now
than I did this morning.

So have a shot of maxalon.

Yeah! Hey! Can you give it to me?

Do it yourself.

Dr West.
Just the man I wanted to see.

Is this even legal?

I'll take full responsibility,
I promise.

Maxalon, 10mg.

Just get on with it, Bart.

Don't you want to check it?
I trust you.

Why don't you just do it yourself?

Because you need the experience

and I'm incapable
of causing myself pain.

If you hadn't been up all night
boozing, there be no problem.

(burps)

Alright. We'll ask you
to the next game, okay?

All set. Drop your pants.
What? No.

Can't be given in the arm.
I need a bigger area.

The arm is fine.
I won't do it.

Alright. Fine.

Upper outer quadrant. Remember.

I'm not sure about this.

Trust me, it's fine, okay?
No-one will ever know.

It's, um...

Quick, now, quick!

Gabrielle. Gabrielle.
Hey, wait. Wait.

What happened back there,
it wasn't what you think.

Well, it was what you think

if you thought what it was
the intern giving me an injection,

but if you thought it was something
else, anything else, it wasn't.

What two adults do in their own time
is none of my business.

But it wasn't our own time -

not that there would
be anything going on

even if it was our own time.

The thing is, I'm usually
a lot more articulate than this.

Glad to hear it.

Look, while I've got you, I know
you're not going to believe this,

but I'm not usually in the habit
of turning up late

and I don't usually write myself off

when I have to work
the following day.

I know that.

You do?

When you turn up to a shift,

I expect you to be fit
to perform your duties.

If you're not,
I would prefer you chucked a sickie.

Sure. Yeah.

I'm looking forward
to working with you.

Me too.
I mean, you know, working with you.

Oh, I've redone those rosters
you drew up too.

Why?

Well, for starters,

did Cate actually request to work
four weekends in a row?

And I don't think it's good practice
to roster double shifts,

particularly after night duty,
do you?

Probably not.

Take a break.
Let the injection do its thing.

And then you and I
will start again, okay?

Sure.

Dan.
Yeah?

Do up your fly.

I want you to drink
just a little.

This is the sip test
the doctor mentioned?

Yeah. See if you can swallow it.

Well done.

How long have you been
caring for your father?

Full-time? About six years.

When did you last have a holiday?

It's pretty much a 24/7 job.

Have you ever thought
about respite care?

No, never heard of it.

Well, Social Work
could arrange for your father

to be taken
to a respite home for care.

Just to give you a few days break
every now and then.

I passed the sip test.

Good for you.

I guess you'll be able
to go home.

Great.

And thank you, Erica,
for the tip about the respite care.

Oh, it's alright.

(sighs) That was a long one.

Might have gone quicker
if you'd left the music on.

You haven't told me how I went yet.

The patient should make
a full recovery.

Come on, Mike.

I mean, this was a first for me.

Don't I even get a score out of ten
or something?

A word of advice.

Next time you have a poker night,
invite me.

I'll take that as a seven.

Check Jeff's routine tests
from two weeks ago.

Cyclosporine levels are normal.

Two days ago,
they suddenly climb?

Yep.

This morning when we first tested
him, they'd dropped to around 400.

Check the last lot.

Down to upper normal range again.

And his renal function's
back on par, too.

So, he's not rejecting the kidney
then?

No, he's not, thank God.

If it's not that,
then what is it?

I believe the guy.

So, two days ago, prior to that test,

he's taken something
he doesn't know about.

A one-off event?
Two-off, that we know about.

The same thing happened a month ago,
remember?

The question is, what?

Do you still have his diary?

No, gave it back.
His routine is set in stone.

No, it's not.

Jeff, sorry to wake you,
but this is important.

What is it? What's wrong?

Do you always have your routine
blood tests on a Saturday?

Yeah, every fortnight
for over a year.

Dan tells me you've started
playing squash.

It was in your diary.

Yeah, pennant. But only
the last three months or so.

What night of the week
is the competition on?

Fridays, by any chance?

No, Wednesdays.

But I've played a couple of Fridays,
for a guy whose wife is sick.

Did you play the Friday just gone?

Yeah.
And about a month ago?

The two times
my tests came back abnormal.

Think.

What do you eat or take
when you play squash

that's different
to your normal diet?

I don't know.

Only a high-energy
fluid replacement drink,

but I checked the ingredients.

I even had my specialist
double-check them. They were fine.

Right, so the only thing different

is that Jeff played squash the night
before both of the abnormal tests.

And we know that exercise in itself
can't be the cause.

Everything points to
that drink he has after he plays.

But he checked that. It's clear.

You know, where I come from,

if it looks like dung,
smells like dung, it's dung.

When I worked in Queensland,

we lost a young girl
with a peanut allergy

and an addiction to Indonesian food.

And that's similar to this how?

Okay. Well, there was only one
Indonesian restaurant in town, right,

and they knew Milly well,
and her allergy,

and they swore she didn't have
anything with peanuts in it -

coroner proved otherwise.

So, the restaurant owners
were lying?

No, no, no.

All it took was for someone
to not wipe a bench down properly

in between preparing meals

and there was enough peanut residue
left to kill the child.

We need to find out
what's really in that drink.

SEAN: Bergamottin.

What's that?

It's a compound found
in Mediterranean oranges

and in grapefruits.

That drink I've been downing
has citrus fruit in it?

And as you know,
citrus blocks metabolism

of certain medications in the liver,
particularly...

Cyclosporine.

But we checked, me and my doctor -

the label didn't say anything
about citrus fruit.

How bloody irresponsible of
the manufacturers to leave that out.

They didn't, not technically.
It was listed under its compound.

So, it was technically correct,
but potentially lethal.

So, every time I chugged a bottle,
I was putting my kidney at risk?

Have I done any permanent damage?

Your cyclosporine levels
are already correcting themselves

now that the compound
is out of your system,

so we're pretty sure
that the kidney's safe.

So, how did you get onto
this bergamottin thing?

Well, when it tastes like dung,
it usually is dung.

Or...something like that.

JACK: What on earth
are you doing?

Searching for
my passport to happiness.

Got you.

Now, we both had killer hang-overs.
He didn't because he drank this.

All I'll do is isolate
the secret ingredient

and we're on our way
to easy street.

Dan, I will tell you
Sean's little secret.

He had half the beer and scotch
that we did,

and none of
the three glasses of port.

I'm so tired,
and I'm never going to drink again.

Self-inflicted pain
gets no sympathy from me.

I, on the other hand,
have just completed a double shift.

So, feel free to applaud.

Won't happen again, Ricky.

Reworked rosters - any probs,
come to me and I'll fix them.

So now,
the million-dollar question -

where's the local watering hole?

Who's shouting the first round?

Oh, come on.

What, no welcome drinks?
What kind of an outfit is this?

I'm a starter.

ERICA: Yeah, count me in too.

And, Dr Campion, you're always
up for a drink, aren't you?

Yeah, of course he is.

Nothing would give me
greater pleasure.

Excellent. First two tequila
shooters are on you, then, mate.

Wouldn't miss that, would we, boys?
BART: No. This will be fun.

Oh, I'm sorry.
What was I thinking? I can't.

Maybe later in the week?

Yeah, no problem.

Something to look forward to.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

Where's Kathleen?

She's in her room, stringing beads.

Would you like a drink?

How was your day?

I survived, just. New NUM started.

Oh, yeah. What's the verdict?

Country bumpkin. Won't last the week.

So, how are you really feeling?

Fine. Good.

You don't remember
a thing about last night, do you?

No, I don't.

Well, maybe you'll remember
tomorrow morning at 4am

when your alarm clock goes off,

which is about the time
you blundered in here,

fell over and woke we up.

Sorry. I haven't done that
for 20 years.

I have no idea
why I did it last night.

Yes, you do.

I heard you and Kathleen talking
before you went out.

She wants to go with Alison,
doesn't she?

I'd rather not talk about it, thanks.

Frank, you've got to make
a decision.

This has been going on for ages,
and it's stressing you out.

It's no good for your health.

What I do or don't do
regarding Kathleen

isn't your damn business,
so just leave it alone.

Bye.

Where's Evie?