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Go.

Prophylactic antibiotics are in.

What's happened?

Dogs attacked her
on her way to school.

Can you take over here?
Bloody mongrels.

What about the abdo, Jack?
Not good.

This scratch here
looks pretty deep, Spence.

Least of her worries at this point.
Plastics can review her upstairs.

(Scoffs) Yeah.
What?

Last week, I was treating a kid whose
face was half bitten off by a donkey.

No Plastics consult on that one.

A donkey?
In Somalia, Cate.

You see any donkeys around here?

Looks like the clot's dislodged.
We need to pack it.

Mm-hm. Cate?

OK. Heart rate's up,
blood pressure down.

We'll need those fluids
open full-bore.

Is there a theatre available yet?
Hold your horses.

Kids hang on longer than adults,
Frank, but they crash faster.

I know, I know.

Fresh bleeding on the leg wound -
I'll need more pressure bandages.

I've got a green light on Theatre
but we've got a penetrating wound -

ETA of now - so let's get
this place cleared and ready.

How's her abdo?
Bleeding's under control for now.

Get her ready and I'll kit up
for the next one.

Welcome home, Spence.

How's the dog-bite girl?
They're taking her up to Theatre.

You took your time, Kyle.

KYLE: You're gonna want to see
this one for yourself.

This is Phil Masterton,
41-year-old male.

Fell from his neighbour's roof
and took the TV antenna with him.

Dual penetration to right side of
the neck and right upper shoulder.

OK, Phil, we're moving you
nice and easy here, I reckon.

Works for me, Becky babe.

STRETCHER JOLTS

Hey, mate. You're alright,
you're right. We've got you.

You'll be fine, Phil.

(Strains) Yeah, course I will.

You think a swan dive off a roof
and landing on the ground

and spiking myself through
the neck's gonna kill me?

Best not to talk, Phil.
OK.

He talks more than Bec does.

It's called having
personality, Kyle.

Oi! You two.
I want that corridor cleared.

No obstacles, no stickybeaks.
Give me a call when you're done.

BART: Is that a...
TV antenna? Yep.

It's in his neck.
Rescue cut the rods best they could.

Yep. Bart, corridor, please?

Yeah, it's, uh, Jim's antenna,
if you want to know the truth.

I'm kind of attached to it now.

Mate? Just for me, OK?

OK.

Hey, can you guys get a move on?
We've got a trauma coming through.

You guys right?

Be out of your way in two shakes.

Make that one.

Ricky? They're coming.

We're good to go.

Uh, we'll just wait here
for a moment, Mrs Warren.

KYLE: There was minimal blood loss,
heart rate 98,

BP 126, systolic sats 96
on three litres.

He's had 10ml of morph
and 2ml of midaz

to keep him calm and pain-free.

Calm's my middle name.

And pain's the other one. Shoosh!

I like you. I always have.

Shh! Shh!
Any respiratory difficulties?

Nah, I can breathe OK.
He's talking to the ambos, Phil.

Why would they
have trouble breathing?

See? Personality.

Makes my stomach-ache a bit
insignificant, doesn't it?

End-to-end transfer?
I think that's our best shot.

Kyle, can you slide that over
gently on the left. That's it.

What are you doing?
Excellent question, Jimbo.

And I didn't even have to
open my mouth to ask it.

Yeah, which is a good thing. You're
meant to be keeping it closed.

What we're doing is sliding you
onto this bed instead of lifting you.

It's a more gentle approach, Phil.
Oh, yes, be gentle with me.

One...two...three.

(Moans)
Easy.

(Gasps)

Phil, you OK?

How am I supposed to answer that and
keep my mouth shut at the same time?

Yeah, alright, you got me there.

I'll get onto Radiology.

Hardly any bleeding around
the shoulder and neck wounds.

Oh! So I can go home?

See you, Lucky Phil.
See ya, Becky babe.

Do you want a cannula in for bloods?
Yes.

Yeah, I'll hold but you didn't
miss the word 'urgent', did you?

(Laughs) Charlotte...
Give it to me!

They're the results of
your fellowship, aren't they?

One of my assessments, yeah.

How did you go?

Good.

Good? Come on,
I bet you did brilliantly.

I did!

GABRIELLE: Thanks.

Isn't that the best feeling,
when you work hard at something

and get a great result?

Yeah, yeah. It is.

Nonspecific abdo pain.
Increased urinary frequency.

I can look at her if you want.

No, no, you look after yourself
and the little bump, OK?

Good one, Charlotte.

I finally get to work with her
and you try to take over the case.

Sorry, Dan. I didn't realise
I was cramping your style.

GABRIELLE: Bart, can you
do me a favour?

Sure.

Find Von for me.

Phil's mate looks a little shaky.

I wouldn't mind her
having a chat with him.

Yeah, no problem.
Thanks.

(Inhales sharply)

That hurts.

OK, is the pain worse on one side
more than the other?

Well, it's worse on the left.

Actually, I think you digging
into me is causing the pain.

I know that it hurts
but Dr Gallagher is being

as gentle as she can, so...

Trying to find out why you're running
to the loo every five minutes.

Well, pressing on my bladder
is not helping.

Is there any chance
you could be pregnant?

God, I hope not.

No. No chance.

Uh, temp's elevated
but BP and pulse are normal.

Mm-hm. Is there any pain
or burning when you pass urine?

No.

Have you taken a specimen?

I'll get one
as soon as we're done here.

Great. Are you sexually active?

That is none of your business!

Actually, it is, if you'd like me
to find out what's causing the pain.

Well, I'm married,
if that's what you mean.

OK. Then we're probably looking at
an upper urinary tract infection.

I'll get you that sample now.
I need to go to the bathroom.

If you move my tongue to the left,
you might pick up the movie channel.

Phil? Give it a rest.

OK, no blood in the mouth.
There is some swelling in the throat.

Clearly no dysphonia as yet.

Dysphonia? What the heck's that?
Sounds like a Lithuanian restaurant.

He means you're not having
any trouble talking, Phil.

I never have any trouble talking,
especially when I'm nervous...

Phil, please! It's putting
extra strain on your airways.

Yep, I get the picture, especially
now I've got an antenna in my neck.

Phil, just do as they say, alright?

No subcutaneous emphysema.
Good.

I'll check the availability
of a theatre,

let them know what's going on.

I'm gonna get these bloods
to Pathology.

We need to monitor him closely.

I'll do it. You go get changed. Yep?

Oh, excuse me. I'm Von Ryan,
patient liaison nurse.

Uh, Jim Shackwell. Nice to meet you.

I wonder if you could come with me

and give me some details
on your friend?

Sure.

Give her your number
while you're at it.

You never know your luck
in a big hospital.

His name's not 'Shackwell'
for nothing.

Phil.

So, 'yes' or 'no' answers.
You like footy?

Yeah, all my life. My dad
used to take me to the game...

Eh! What did we say about silence?

It's golden?
Yeah.

Been friends for long?
Uh, a while.

Phil lives next door.

We have a chat every now and then,
watch the odd game together.

Uh, no other family I can contact?

No. He did have a wife
but she left him.

He talked her out of the house.

Don't get me wrong,
he's a great guy -

but in short bursts.

If I had to live with him
24 hours a day,

I'd have chucked him
off the roof myself.

Bloody antenna!

I should have paid someone
to fix it for me but, um...

I've been meaning
to do it for months

but, you know,
you never get around to it.

Easy to put things off
when you're busy.

Yes - all that skydiving, abseiling,
trekking through the wilderness,

really chews up your time.

Really?

That was sarcasm,
if you didn't get it.

Really?

Look, can I get back to Phil? He's
probably still driving them mad.

Yeah. Please.

Uh, Jim?

The accident wasn't your fault.

Yeah, well one of the rods is right
of the trachea and sternal notch

and the other one's
in the right trapezius.

Yeah, thanks, Donny.

How did he manage that
without severing anything vital?

Lucky Phil.
Ah!

ZOE: Ah!

Leanne Warren's UA
shows nitrates and elevated acidity

in line with a mild UTI.

So the abdo pains are probably
related to the infection?

Mm, possibly related to the infection

but she shouldn't be
in this much pain.

I wonder why she didn't
take this to the GP?

Oh, you know what it's like -
GPs don't bulk-bill anymore.

It's cheaper to come to the E.D.

Yeah, I doubt the reason's
financial, Dan.

She was wearing Carla Zampatti,
she's got an Italian leather handbag

and her key ring's from BMW.

You'd be really good at that game
Concentration - the card game.

You turn the cards over,
remember where the pairs are.

You'd be good.
It's a gift.

No, Frank used to test me on my
memory recall when I was in training.

It's the 5 from 10 assessment.

What's that?

Well, you approach a patient,

you have five seconds from 10 metres

to make as many observations
about them as possible.

Don't tell me he hasn't
tried to pull that one on you?

So, what's the 5 from 10
telling you about me?

You're a nurse.

You're good. What about Leanne?

That she doesn't like me very much,
that she's hiding something

and that she's got
great taste in clothes.

And that she needs bloods?
Spot on, Daniel.

FBC, UEC, ESR,

plus an abdo X-ray
and a stool series for microscopy.

And send that specimen off
for an MC&S, would you?

OK. Thorough but very confusing -
why all the tests?

Because I think there's more to this
than just a simple infection.

Why do you think that?

The 5 from 10, Dan.

Ah. Pain relief?

Ah, yes. Try her on paracetamol,
see how she goes.

OK.

She could be looking for zebras.
Yeah.

What?

It's where doctors look for unusual
illnesses instead of obvious ones.

You know, zebras instead of horses.

It's an easy mistake to make when
you're new. I've done it myself.

'Bart's Big Book of Medical Tips' -
comes with a set of crayons.

Radiology said not to wait for them.

They're gonna send it
straight up to Theatre.

Good, 'cause if he
stays here any longer,

he'll be picking up satellite.

(Laughs) Picking up satellite!

Did you hear that, Jimbo?
That's a good one.

Shut up, Phil, or they'll hit you
over the head with a brick.

Alright, now, we just need you
to open your mouth.

Just gonna keep your mouth
and throat clear of saliva.

OK, Phil, here's what
we're gonna do -

we are gonna get you into
an operating theatre.

You'll be anaesthetised, then we'll
stick a tube down your throat,

past where the antenna
has penetrated your neck.

I thought you guys were
supposed to be taking things out,

not putting more junk back in there.

I just need you to sign
this consent form, mate.

Oh, my God, he's gonna sneeze!

Hold him still! We don't
want him to dislodge...

(Sneezes)
Damn it!

(Coughs and gags)

OK, we've just gone
from stable to critical.

What's happening?
Are you alright, Jim?

Sats are falling.
Oh, just look after him.

Just take slow,
steady breaths, alright?

We'll get some help for you.

Come on, hang in there, Phil.

Come on! Phil?

Sats are down to 90.

How are you doing, Jack?
I can't see the vocal cords at all.

I can't extend his neck any further.

I know! I can't get past
this antenna rod.

You want me to set up for a trachy?
Yep.

I'll do it.

That's the best position
I can give you.

Yep. Ah, there's a lot of blood.

Swelling's making visualisation
almost impossible.

Mm-hm.
Sats are still dropping.

Damn.

Give me a bougie...in a size five.

How are his sats going?

Down to 80.

He's been without a stable airway
for 10 minutes now, Frank.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.

Let's get ready for that trachy.

You're not under the wing
of the great surgeon now.

I give the orders here.

Laryngeal oedema's increasing.

Come on.

Damn it!

Are you up for this?

Gloved up.
That's not what I asked.

I'm up to it.

You're on.

Is Phil going to be alright?

They will take good care of him.

Right now, we need to investigate
this chest pain of yours.

Have you ever had
this sort of pain before?

No, never.

Any family history of heart disease?

Not that I'm aware of.

Are you sure he's old enough
to be a doctor?

He looks more like my paperboy.

Well, as hard as it is to believe...

..yes, dear God, he's the real thing.

Is the pain sharp or dull?

Uh, it's dull, I'd say.

Is it the heart?

Well, that's what
we're here to find out.

Well, that'd top off
a perfect morning, wouldn't it?

Wake up, kill the neighbour,
go to hospital, have a heart attack.

Day well spent, I'd say.

And the day's not over yet.

Righto, let's do this ECG, get
your blood samples off to Pathology,

and let's not get carried away.

Shirt off, please.

You old charmer, you.

Mmm.

Shirt off.

Uh, Von, I can get another nurse to
do this. It's not your job anymore.

I'm fine, thank you, Doctor.

Really? Uh, OK, I'll get these
off to the lab, then.

Good boy.

Uh, no masses, no free air, a slight
dilation of the loops of the bowel

but, uh, it shouldn't
be causing her this much pain.

So that brings us back
to the urinary tract infection.

So antibiotics
and a follow-up with her GP?

No, not yet. I'd like to run
a few more tests, thanks, Dan.

Zoe, she really wants to go home.

Why?

Because she thinks we're
overreacting over a stomach-ache.

Come here.

What? Are we overreacting?

You saw how defensive she got when
I asked if she was sexually active

and the look on her face when I asked
if she could be pregnant.

Are you sure you're just not looking
for complications that aren't there?

I've got a gut feeling
about her, Dan.

And that's enough
to put her through more tests

when you don't have any idea
what you're looking for?

That's usually why we do tests -
so we can find out.

(Sighs) Looking for zebras.

Interesting.

Sorry?

Not so long ago, you were
lecturing me about not sharing

when it came to patient care.

Yeah, well, you deserved it.

OK, granted...but Zoe's sharing.

Yeah, can you let Theatre know

to prep for an open-book thoracotomy
on Phillip Masterton?

MONITOR BEEPS
Sats are still dropping.

Structures are hard to define.

Air's infiltrated the tissue.

Now would be a good time
to make your move, Jack.

Theatre will be ready for you.

(Grunts)

Between this rod and oedema
I can't feel a thing.

For God's sake, let me in there.
No, I've got it, OK?

Scalpel, size 20.

Tube.

Alright, that's got it.

Nice one, Jack.

He's not finished yet.

Equal air entry and chest movement.

Gabrielle, can you get on to Theatre?
Let them know we're on our way.

Yep.

What do you want?
Your photo in 'Lancet'?

Look, I'm not implying anything.

I need to get home.

So far, the tests have
come back inconclusive,

so I need to think
outside the square for a minute.

You think I've got some sort of

sexually transmitted
disease, don't you?

That's what this is all about.

Well, is that likely?

We don't want to put you through any
more unnecessary tests, that's all.

So the more information
that you can give us,

the faster we can
get you out of here.

Leanne?

There was...

..there was a man...

..at a conference
I went to last week.

He was younger than me
and I...I was drunk.

And you slept with him?

(Sobs) I...I've never done
anything like this before.

I swear it.

Did you use a condom?

Did it break or fall off
when you were having sex?

Oh!

No.

I...I don't think so.

OK, well, then, it's highly
unlikely to be an STD

but I'll take a swab
just to make sure.

Uh, is that OK with you?

Yeah?

Are you still in pain?

Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine.

Everything's gonna be fine
as long as I can get out of here

before John comes home
and starts wondering where I am.

OK. We'll get onto it.

Ready for you in Theatre, Jack.

Did you follow him through?
Yeah, absolutely.

It's open-book access to the carotid,

clipping a few vessels that may
have haemorrhaged along the way.

You'll see me in about
six to eight hours, Frank.

Mmm, you two together again!

Got any gossip for me?

No, I don't think so.

So, you arriving late
and together and giggling -

what, it's just
a coincidence, is it?

What?

We'll send you a video, Gabrielle.

I never would've picked you
as a love rat, Bart.

I'm not...I'm not a rat.

There's no video - we just met
in the car park before work...

Yeah, sure you did.

Love rat.

If you let her know she's got to you,
she'll never let it go.

What's with the trach?

Oh, it's a long story.
I'll tell you while I scrub up.

I'll be doing the procedure, Jack.

Why don't you get onto the consents
for the afternoon's theatre list.

Well, he's my patient.
I'd like to assist.

And I would have liked
private tutorship

from the head of surgery
for three months too, mate.

We can't always have
what we want, can we?

Come on, mate.

Consents, Jack.
Get onto them! Fellas...

Hello, gorgeous.

Hello, Doctor. How's your day going?

Yeah, good.

I forgot about all the good
medical stuff you guys have got.

I gotta remind myself
I can throw things away

instead of re-using them.

And, oh, yeah, I need
to chart medication orders

instead of grabbing
what I want, when I want it.

What's wrong?

Charlotte?

I failed my assessment.

I don't know
what I did wrong, Spence.

I worked round-the-clock on it,
triple-checked everything, I...

Spoken like a true overachiever.

Which topic did you do?

'The Reversal of Hypotension
Prior to Achieving Haemostasis

May Increase the Risk
of Haemorrhage'.

Good one.

What?

Well, could you have chosen
a more speculative topic?

Or one that was harder to say?

I have no trouble saying it

and animal studies have been
reasonably conclusive on that topic.

Which would be handy
if you're studying to be a vet.

You're supposed to be on my side.

I am on your side.

Don't you think you might have
bitten off more than you can chew?

Happens to the best of us.

I know how to do
an assessment report.

I need to finish
these letters for Frank.

Righto.

It's only one assessment, Charlotte.
It's not the end of the world.

(Sighs)

Sorry. I thought I needed to go.

It's really not a problem.

I'll let Dr Gallagher
know you're back.

These swabs she took -

they'll tell us for certain
that it's not something sexual?

One way or the other, yeah.

Swabs are negative.

Ah! So no STD then.

No. How's the pain?

Better, much better.

OK, well, I'm going to
organise an abdo CT.

What for?
To rule out appendicitis.

Well, if it was appendicitis,

the pain would be
getting worse, not better.

Well, not everybody follows
a textbook set of symptoms, Dan.

Come on, Zoe. That's guilt, that's
not appendicitis, you know that.

I don't think you or I should be
judging her for one indiscretion.

An...an indiscretion?

Since when is cheating
on your husband an indiscretion?

It was a one-night stand.
She took precautions.

Well, goody for her.

So she took care
of herself physically

but it's OK for her to screw around.

Nice one, Zoe.

So who was it, Dan?

Well, someone
must have cheated on you

to make you so righteous
about all of this.

And who did you cheat on
to make you this blase about it?

I would like that abdo CT done,
if it's not too much trouble.

I don't...I don't understand why
you're sending me for more tests.

I feel 100 times better than I did.

I know - we just need to be sure

that there's nothing else
causing the pain.

Why didn't you send me
for this CT thing sooner?

Uh, there were just
other investigations

that needed to be carried out first.

Do you even know what you're doing?

There seems to be
a LOT of guessing going on here.

It's just that
your symptoms are, um...

..they're a little hard
to pin down, that's all.

OK, let's go.

Look, I wanna go home.

I just...

I wanna put the whole
grubby incident behind me.

And there's no reason why you can't,
once the scans are done.

(Sighs) If my husband
finds out that I'm here,

he will ask why
I didn't go to our GP.

Look, a lot of people
come to Emergency

when they're feeling unwell, Leanne.

Well, a lot of people might
but we don't.

He will never buy it.

Leanne...

..I know you're scared
about your husband

finding out what happened to you.

He won't hear it from me.
I promise you that.

And, more importantly,
you need to understand

that you are not in pain
because you made a mistake.

You're in pain because
there is something wrong with you.

Let me find out what it is
so I can help you.

Just breathing deeply for me, Jim.

Any recurrence of pain?

No, no.

Which has probably
got a lot to do with

the outstanding care
I've been given.

Well, Phil's still in theatre
but so far so good.

Oh, thank God.

Just lie back for me, Jim.

Still breathing deeply.

Can't see any changes in this ECG.

Uh, good.

Alright, we'll just
have to check the bloods

and see what they say.

OK, well, I'll chase them up
and organise a chest X-ray.

Oh, I can do that, Von.
No! Easy.

Make sure everything's
in working order.

I have never had any complaints.

Oh, good for you, Jim.

She's a lovely lady.
Yeah, she is.

Sensational legs.

Yeah, we're just gonna keep...

..monitoring you and make sure
everything's alright.

And, uh...if it is,
then you're good to go.

Thank you.

Hey, how's he going?
Oh, he's OK.

His chest pain's just anxiety
over his friend, I think.

Oh, good.
Ricky?

Does, uh...does Von have a partner?

No idea. Why?

Well, it's just that
Jim's flirting with her

and she's not objecting.

Hmm. Really?

Hey, what happened?
Sorry?

I thought you'd be upstairs all day
with TV-antenna man.

So did I.
Zoe?

Maybe the abdo CT
wasn't a waste of time after all.

Results?

A small mass on the bladder wall.

Tumour?

Could be a primary bladder lesion.

Did a urine specimen?

You'll need to do
a malignant cell test on that.

Yeah, I know, I just wasn't
expecting this, that's all.

Is something wrong?
You should be happy, Zoe.

You were right,
it is more than a UTI.

What, you think I would wish a tumour
on a patient to prove myself right?

No, no! That's not what I meant.

Then there's hope
for us yet, isn't there?

So, Frank does
let you off the leash?

Uh-oh.

Hey? Hey!

I'm sorry, that was
a dumb thing to say.

Look...that's no reason
to do the bolt on me, come on.

I can't do this anymore.

Can't do what?
Anything, everything.

I can't do my fellowship and
compete with Wonder Woman in there.

I can't even touch
my goddamned toes.

Come here...
Don't touch me!

My brain is mush, I'm fat and stupid
and a cuddle is not gonna fix that.

Come on...
No!

I'm gonna lose
my fellowship, Spence.

Nobody cares because Zoe in there
has already got hers, hasn't she?

Has she?

Well, maybe I should look into
shacking up with Zoe, then.

You're not gonna lose your fellowship
over one failed assessment.

You don't know that, Spence.

And if, by some miracle,
I actually get through it,

Frank's not gonna need
two Emergency Fellows, is he?

He doesn't need me now.

All I do is sit in there
and write stupid letters to GPs

who probably don't even read them.

Go and tell Frank that now. Go on.

What's the point?

He obviously thinks that I'm
incapable of practising medicine,

which is why he has me
locked in that office...

..every single day.

Would it be OK if I hug you now?

Please.

It'll be alright, come on.

(Sobs)
Are you gonna always be like this?

Oh, God.

Hey, come on.

OK.

PAGER BEEPS

I think that means
someone needs me somewhere.

OK. (Sniffs)

OK.

I'm sorry.

You better go.

Go, go on.

Be important.
(Laughs half-heartedly)

ZOE: It's very small,
as you can see.

I mean, that's why it didn't
show up in the physical examination.

When you say 'mass',
you mean tumour?

Well, we won't know for sure
without further investigations.

So...so now I have to tell
my husband I've got cancer?

Nobody's saying it's cancer.

We're now testing for
malignant cells,

so I should be able to
tell you more once...

Oh, hang on! That...that's OK.

Uh, I'll get a urologist down.
Just, yeah, hold on to that.

(Coughs)

I can get you something
to settle that, OK?

Oh, what does it matter?

How is she?
Jesus!

(Sighs) Her liver lac was ugly
and, um...substantial blood loss,

but she got through the anaesthetic
OK, so that's a...that's a plus.

She'll be transferred to the ward
as soon as Spence clears off.

Mm, that's good.

They're gonna put
down those dogs too.

Apparently they've
attacked other people before.

Should put down
the bloody owners, I reckon.

So, what's up your bum?

You've obviously been
kicked out of Theatre

otherwise you'd be up to
your eyeballs with antenna man.

I didn't make it TO Theatre.
Hey?

Now that Mike's gone, I'm not welcome
at the operating table...apparently.

Aww, the other kids don't wanna play
with the teacher's pet, is that it?

Yeah, something like that. It's
really starting to piss me off too.

(Sarcastically)
It's so bloody unfair,

especially given your
extensive surgical experience.

Frank, they wouldn't be
operating on Phil

unless I stabilised him downstairs.

You're still technically
a resident, aren't you?

Always easy to pick on
the baby doctor.

He's right, so stop feeling
bloody sorry for yourself,

think up a 5-year plan
and then show 'em what you can do.

Go on.

What's his story?
Just feels a bit lost, that's all.

Surgical Consultant adopted him,

made him think he could leap
tall buildings in a single bound,

and then shot through.

Hah. Yeah, gotta be tough
when your mentor lets you down.

Hey?

Charlotte's thinks that you
don't need her in E.D. anymore.

Well, for God's sake,
what's made her think that?

You have.
Hey?

Frank, I know you're
trying to protect her

but you've got her thinking you
don't trust her as a doctor anymore.

You know, I can dish out
all the foot massages,

I can deal with
her hormonal cyclone

that she is right now but...

..I can't change the way she feels
about herself professionally.

Only you can do that.
PAGER BEEPS

Ah, the miracle of conception, hey?

Leave it with me.

Beaumont, Resus.
Resus?

You a doctor or what? Come on.

What happened?

Road-rage incident.

He cut off a car load of guys
at an intersection.

They got out and stabbed him.
Heart rate's 90.

Come on, get your gear on.
The man's bleeding to death.

BP's dropping.

He's crashing.
Come on!

I'll hook up the fluids.
Beaumont?!

He's in VT.

Uh, Von? James Shackwell's
pathology results look good.

CKMB and troponin levels are normal,

CK's slightly elevated
but well within normal range.

It's probably just muscle strain.

Excellent.
So the chest pain was anxiety?

Yeah, looks like it.

OK, I'll arrange
the discharge papers

and follow-up care.

Ah. Thanks, Von.

So, what d'you think?
About what?

About Von and Jim.

I'm not thinking anything.
It's j-just nice, that's all.

Yes, it's nice.

Well, it's obvious he fancies her.

What's the harm in
giving nature a little nudge?

Yeah, that's what they said
about splitting the atom.

Von will kill us.
No, she won't.

Still, he could be married.

Why don't you go and find out?

Oh, no. No way.

Why not?
Hiroshima, that's why.

You're such a wuss.
You're a wuss.

No, you're a wuss. You keep
an eye out for Von, for me.

(Groans)

How's it going, Mr Shackwell?
Not bad at all.

And, you are...?
Oh, Ricky.

Hello, Ricky.
Um, Von's on a break, is she?

Oh, I'm just helping out.

That's what we do here, especially
for people we really like.

You know, nice people like Von.

Of course, she'd much prefer to be
here, looking after you herself.

Really? She said that?

I could sense it.

Um, are you expecting
any visitors, Mr Shackwell?

Not that I know of.

But there'll be someone
to look after you

when you get home, won't there?

No - my wife died...

..years ago.

Sorry to hear that.

Are you married?
No, nursing.

Shiftwork. Tends to rule your life.

I mean, look at Von -
perfect example.

You think she'd have been
snapped up years ago.

Indeed.

Is there a problem?

No! No. No problem.

OK.

Interesting young lady.
(Chuckles)

Oh, yes. Isn't she?

Did you find out about Phil?

Oh, sorry, yes!
He is in Intensive Care.

And as soon as
I've arranged this discharge,

I'll take you up to see him.

So, um...

Was Phil right? Should I give you
my telephone number?

Pardon?

Oh, come on. Don't say you haven't
noticed the matchmaking.

They're a lot more subtle
than Phil is but, uh...

..so is a freight train.

Bloody idiots.

Well, is it such a stupid idea?

Unless there's some protocol

that prevents
nurse-patient relationships.

Yes, there is.

Because, strictly speaking,

the minute I step out of here,
I'm no longer a patient.

OK, let's get this done
and you can see your mate Phil.

I didn't think we were gonna get him
back there for a minute, Frank.

He lost a lot of blood.

Yep, but you did, didn't you?
Get him back.

Yeah, I did.

You know, Beaumont,

when Alison was pregnant
with Kathleen,

she insisted I take her
clothes shopping one day

because apparently nothing
in her wardrobe felt right.

So, I, uh...dropped her at
the store and went to park the car,

and by the time I got back to her,

she was standing in the middle
of the store, bawling her eyes out.

When I tried to calm her down,

she hit me in the head
with a coathanger.

And then she threw up.

Then SHE went on to run a hospital.

Don't fight it.

Enjoy the ride.

It's worth it, trust me.

So, what you're saying is
that once I fill out the forms,

I'll be eligible to sit
the exams for registrar status?

Great. Well, consider it done.

This registrar status,
that would be in what specialty?

Ah, that would be in surgery.

Oh, yes, of course.
Of course, old chap. Yes.

Oh, come on, Frank.

You can do better than that.

I don't have to pat you
on the back, mate.

You'll be a ridgy-didge surgeon.

You'll have acolytes
coming out your arse.

Ah, Leanne's nausea isn't settling.

I have her results - no malignant
cells in the urine specimen.

So, whatever the mass is,
is probably benign, then?

We won't know for sure without
a biopsy but, yeah, probably.

Well, that's good, then!

Not if the nausea
isn't settling down.

Yeah, but I...we just
told her she has tumour,

I'd be throwing up as well.

Yeah, well, you don't have stomach
pain, increased urinary frequency,

raised white cell count and vomiting
as your symptoms now, do you?

That sounds a lot like...
Appendicitis.

I need to look at
your abdomen, Leanne.

Can you lie flat on the bed for me?

Can you straighten
your legs out, Leanne?

Arggh, no, I can't, it hurts!
It's OK, we can do it this way.

(Shivers) What's happening?

Abdo is rigid.
Yeah, she's burning up.

And her BP's dropped.
Pulse?

It's tachy.
ALARM SOUNDS

Leanne? Leanne! Leanne!

OK, I'm getting another line in.

Get a litre of saline up too, please.

Her appendix has ruptured,
hasn't it?

Yep, we left this too long, Dan.

Jack, can you keep us informed?
Yeah, I'll do my best.

How the hell could
you miss appendicitis?

Look, it wasn't
a typical presentation.

The, uh...the pain was generalised,

it wasn't specific
to the right-hand side.

And the pain relief
we were giving her

must've been masking the fact
that it was getting worse.

So, nobody thought to take bloods
when she first arrived

or maybe even an X-ray or a CT?

Uh, all of the above.

Urinary tract infection showed up

as did a small mass on the bladder.

Zoe did everything right, Frank.

Except use her clinical skills
and common sense.

Hang on, that's not fair..
Shut up.

You're as much to blame as she is.

You're better than this,
both of you.

I can only assume something
must've put you off your game today.

Well, whatever it is, sort it out.

And I want an incident report on my
desk first thing tomorrow morning.

By then, we may know whether you've
killed this poor woman or not.

Zoe...
Just...leave it, Dan.

You know, they call it atypical
appendicitis for a reason,

because, you know,
it's really difficult to diagnose.

And you know how much Frank
likes the sound of his own voice...

Yeah.

Why don't you take a break?

Get onto the incident report
while it's still fresh in your mind.

Oh, no. Look, it's OK.
Go on. Don't be silly.

Shift's almost over
and I've got this covered.

Thanks.

I know you want Von
to be happy as much as I do.

Yeah, I also wanna live
long enough to finish my internship.

Hi, Von.

Does the word 'unprofessional'

mean anything to you, either of you?

Oh, I just wanted to help...

Embarrass me.

And worse - embarrass a patient.

No, that's the last thing
I meant to do.

We're sorry, Von.
Von, we didn't...

I didn't mean to upset you.

I just thought Jim
was a nice guy and...

And you just wanted to see if
the old folks still had it, right?

What? No, it wasn't like that.
It was NOTHING like that.

Look, we may have to work together

and...look, God only knows,

but I think I like you.

But let's not fall into

the "familiarity
breeds contempt" crap, hey?

Your private life -
none of my business!

My private life
is NONE of your business.

Clear?

Yeah.

Hey.

Leanne's still in Theatre
but, uh...so far so good.

Well, fingers crossed, then.

Yeah.

Incident report?

Yep.

Well, look, mine's gonna say
I screwed up, I'm really sorry

and it is NOT going to happen again.

Yep.

Look, Zoe...

My dad had an affair
when I was a kid

and it...it almost
tore my family apart.

My brother had a bad accident

and my mother was
spending most of the time

in the hospital with him and...

..Dad just wasn't
coping with it very well.

So he found someone else
to make him feel better and...

I didn't mean to take it out on you.
I'm sorry.

So they split up?

No, it...

..was pretty hard for a while,

but Mum forgave him
and they're OK now.

My husband, he didn't forgive me.

I'll, um...

I'll see you tomorrow.
You will.

How many bloody forms
do you have to fill in?

Was it always this bad?

No. These days it's about
avoiding litigation.

How about some of
the patients? Rude?

In my case, the patient's parents.

I've had people walk for days
to see a doctor

and some of these are
whingeing about a $2 parking fee.

Hey, you're not
having second thoughts

about coming back, are you?

Depends...

..on the quality of massage I get
when I go home tonight.

Well, you may need to
speak to Frank again about that.

Busted.

So are you two
leaving together as well?

Have you set a date
for the wedding yet, have you?

I know you're just
mucking around, Gabrielle,

but let's not get into this
"familiarity breeds contempt" crap.

I mean, our private life
is none of your business. You clear?

Yep.

OK.

RICKY: Gabby kept going on about it

like she didn't know any other jokes

about girlfriends and boyfriends

and I just thought I was gonna
turn around and pwah!

Then Bart steps up, you should've
seen him, straight up to her...

It wasn't a big deal or anything.

It was! You were good.

No... Really?

Hey, you defended
a young lady's honour.

That's the stuff
that heroes are made of, Bart.

Can we stop talking about this now?
I'm really hungry.

OK, come on, let's get
something to eat.

(Speaks inaudibly)