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(LAUGHTER)

MAN: And I swear
that's what happened, man.

MAN: Alright, here we go.

Alright, let's get on here.

Oh, come on!
Alright!

Oh, whatever! Whatever! Whatever.
(Laughs)

Shot!

Hey, I think I'm better at golf
when I'm drunk!

Yeah, me too.

Let's make a pact.

From now on, we do everything pissed.

Yeah, alright.
I'll drink to that, mate.

Come on, Harry.
Quick game is a good game.

Bit of quiet
from the peanut gallery, please.

Hey, mate,
who are you calling a peanut?

Fore!

(LAUGHS)

Pete!

Stop mucking around, you big girl.

(SOMBRE CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

Robyn? It's Von Ryan.

Hello?

Hi, Robyn.

Sam, are you here?

Robyn?
(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTS)
Hey.

(TAKES SHALLOW BREATHS)

Come on.

I'm going to get some help.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC STOPS)

Yeah, ambulance.

You sure you don't want a drink?

Your mate's actually in
a really serious condition,

so now might be a good time
to sober up, don't you think?

He'll be right.
He's got a real hard head.

I'm sure he does.
I'll give you a hand.

I don't need your help.
You're not helping. Thanks.

Oi, don't close up.
I'm coming aboard.

No, you're not, mate.
You're getting a taxi.

Are you serious?
Deadly.

Well, where are you taking him?
All Saints.

He's going to heaven?
It's a hospital, dickhead.

(SIREN WAILS)

I want a full report on these Triage
figures by the end of the day.

Projected staff budgets,
end of the day.

Equipment requests.
End of the day.

I get it.
Yeah.

Frank, Admin's already knocked back
your request for new monitors twice.

Third time's a charm.

What have we got?
Pete Healy.

Hit approximately five centimetres
above the left temple

with a golf club.

He's hypotensive and tachycardic.
Resus.

His GCS dropped to 8 en route.

I'm not surprised.
He smells like a brewery.

He and his mate have been drinking
solidly since last night.

Where were they?
At a bagpiping competition?

No, they just decided to get
dressed up for their round of golf.

In a pathetic attempt
to make the game interesting.

Not a fan, Frank?
It's a game for dentists.

On my three. One, two, three.

So sorry to be troubling you.
Not at all.

So tell me what happened
this morning.

Oh, it was the strangest thing.
I was washing the dishes when the...

Oi! I'm here to see Pete.

Hang on. I'll be with you shortly.
I just need to check on him.

Well, wait your turn. Take a seat
and can you lose the bottle?

Alright, alright!

Sorry about that.
Keep your eye on that one.

Nothing we can't handle.

So, you were washing the dishes...

Yeah, I was, um... I was
rinsing the saucepan

when lightning
hit the water pipe outside

and I got an electric shock.

I didn't know that was possible.

And what time did this happen?
Oh, er, about 4:00am.

So you were washing the dishes
at 4:00 in the morning?

Yeah, I've got a date tonight.
It's the first one in ages.

I was so excited I couldn't sleep.

You probably should've
come straight here.

Oh, it was the middle of the morning.

I didn't wanna seem like
a drama queen.

Sorry.
That's OK. You're here now.

OK, so you've got no exit burns but
your pulse is slightly irregular.

Do you have any chest pain?
Yeah, a little.

OK, and you're still getting
heart palpitations?

Yep.
Right.

Well, I'm gonna get you
to see a doctor immediately.

Would you like a wheelchair?
Oh, no, thanks.

No, negative thoughts
lead to negative outcomes.

Yep, I don't wanna psyche myself into
anything by getting in a wheelchair.

That's OK. No wheelchair it is.

Oi!

Tell Pete I'm here!

Hey, you paged me for a consult.
Where are you taking the patient?

Radiology for an urgent head CT.
No, we're not.

Let's hook him back up
to the Resus monitors.

5mg of midazolam.
Yep.

He's bradycardic and hypertensive.

Intracranial pressure
must be increasing.

OK, Dan, we're gonna need
mannitol IV on standby.

No worries.
You start bagging.

Got it.

It's alright. It's alright.
Robyn? Robyn?

We're taking you to hospital.

No.
Come on, take it easy.

Which of these medications
have you taken, Robyn?

I'm fine. I want you to leave.

All of you, please leave.

Listen to me.

You lost consciousness,

so we need to monitor you
to find out what's going on.

I'm not leaving this house.

You can't stay here.

Your condition will only get worse.
Rubbish.

Right, let's go.
She's refused transportation.

Well, she can't refuse now.

Oh, I'll take responsibility!
Alright! Let's get moving.

GCS 12. Her airway's clear
but her temp's down.

She's hypotensive and tachycardic,

and she has
a suprapubic catheter in situ.

Robyn Timms.
Suspected medication overdose.

Any idea of time of ingestion?
No.

OK, we'll need the usual bloods,
coags, LFTs and an ECG.

And prep some activated charcoal.
Yep.

OK, on my three.

One, two, three.

Pupils are small but equal

and reactive to light
with some nystagmus.

What's her condition?
Multiple System Atrophy.

Parkinson-like symptoms?
Hmm.

When was she diagnosed?
About a year ago.

Right. Medications?
Yep. All here.

Homer, you hold the fort while we
find out what's doing the damage.

No problem.

Er, Sally, this is Dr Beaumont.

Damn it.
Right?

Yes. Just gonna be
one of those days.

Try being more optimistic
in your self-talk.

Say, "I will get on top of things."

Thanks for the tip.

Well, you have to say it out loud.

Um, I'm good, thank you.

Erica tells me you've suffered
an electric shock.

Yeah. I'm sure it's no biggy.
I've just got a bit of chest pain.

Alright, we'll try
and sort that out for you.

Usual bloods, chest X-ray, ECG
and set up for a cannula, please.

Not a problem.
Are they all pretty standard tests?

Absolutely.
Cool.

You come and get me
once you've done the ECG.

Yep.

You know, a couple of months ago,
something like this

would've freaked me right out.

What changed?
My thinking patterns.

No more catastrophising or ANTs
for this little black duck.

Ants?
Automatic negative thoughts.

Right.

I work in a library
and I've been reading

all these positive thinking books
in my lunch break.

And they're helping?
Totally!

I feel like a new person.
(LAUGHS)

She's been taking these
for some time. They're all charted.

There's nothing much
out of the ordinary here.

No, it looks like
she's started taking aspirin.

Well, that might cause some
interference to her other meds,

but it's hardly the cause
of the sudden deterioration.

But these, they're new
and the label's been ripped off.

Barbiturates.
(ALARM SOUNDS)

O2 sats are dropping.

Get her oxygen up to 10 litres.

She'll need 2mg of naloxone.

Yep.
What's she taken?

Combination of barbiturates
and opiates

and a dose of aspirin
isn't helping much either.

Think it's an intentional overdose?
We don't know at this stage.

We'll need urine toxicology
and full bloods.

She might not have realised that
the drugs can't be taken together.

Bloody GP shouldn't have prescribed
the things in the first place.

It's a case of medical negligence.
No, you can't say that.

Well, it's either that
or a suicide attempt.

Listen, could you tell me

whether Pete has
any pre-existing medical conditions?

Oh, dunno.
I mean, he's me best mate, for sure.

But we've only known each other
a couple of years.

How about allergies?

Oh, he's allergic to hard work.
Ah. Not really what I'm after.

Oh, he's allergic to hard work.
Ah. Not really what I'm after.

Hey, are you sure
no-one's gonna nick my clubs?

Er, yes, they'll be fine.

Just wait here. I'll check
if it's OK for you to see him.

How are we travelling?

Left pupil's blown.
Jesus! He's still unconscious?

Harry, I asked you to wait outside.

What's happening to him?
He's having another seizure.

Another seizure?
Start him on a midaz infusion.

Yep.
Why aren't you stopping it?

We're trying to, mate.
Well, try harder!

Jack, get him outta here, please.
Yes, alright.

Please, just wait outside.
You're getting in the way here.

Shit, dude. This is really not good.

You follow my finger with your eyes.
Don't worry about me. How's Pete?

Well, they've got the seizure
under control,

so the next step is a head scan
to see what caused it.

He's gonna be OK, right?

We honestly don't know,
but he's in good hands.

He was way too close to me
when I teed off.

I dunno what he was thinking.

Well, what were you guys doing

on a golf course, drunk,
so early in the morning?

Celebrating.
Mmm? What was the occasion?

Oh, we just graduated from a course
in landscaping and garden design.

Hmm. Squeeze my fingers.

Finishing our course is the biggest
thing either of us have ever done.

And I bet you got so excited you
just couldn't stop drinking, yeah?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I don't feel so good.

I think it must've been the souvlaki
I had on the way to the golf course.

Mmm. Or alcohol poisoning.
Nah.

I've drunk heaps
more than this before.

OK, well, why don't you lie down, and
I'll get something for the nausea.

I really doubt
it's alcohol poisoning.

I can handle me grog fine.
It's Pete who's the...

OK, well, why don't you stay here
and get some peace...

(CLANG!)
..and quiet?

(CLANG!)

How's he doing?

He's a couple of shades greener than
you're gonna be on your wedding day!

You're still keen to have
the bucks party the night before?

Absolutely. It's tradition.

Er, excuse me,
he better not miss our wedding

'cause you've handcuffed him
to a set of traffic lights.

The girls get to do pole dancing...
Well, you know how that turned out.

We're going to stay
out of trouble, OK? I promise.

Of course we will.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to organise
some lemon butter and a unicycle.

CHARLOTTE: Yeah,
I know that you did,

but I'm asking you
to reconsider that.

Look, is there someone else
I can talk to about this?

Thank you.

Frank handballing you
all the crap jobs?

Yes. How's Sally doing?

She has a shortened PR interval
and a widened QRS complex.

I doubt the electric shock would've
caused either of those things.

Really?

Her bloods suggest her magnesium
and potassium levels are also low,

so there's something else
at play here.

What next?

Start her on an infusion
of magnesium and potassium.

That'll bring her heart rate down.
And we'll need to repeat the ECG.

No problem.
Thanks, Ricky.

Jack? Need you.

Oh, hi, Charlotte calling
from the ED,

just about some new
monitoring equipment.

You got something for me?

Yeah, but it's not pretty.

Yeah, you're right. It's not.
What's the story?

Extradural haematoma.

I'll arrange a theatre.
No time.

We're gonna have to relieve the
pressure on his brain right now.

Burr holes?
Yeah. Set up a craniotomy tray.

Get hold of Jack.
We're gonna need his help.

Yep. No problem.

Magnesium, 40 millimoles.
Mmm.

So, now that Dan's not here,
you can tell me

what you've got planned
for the bucks night.

Not a chance.
Magnesium, 40 millimoles.

Come on!
Oh, what are you worried about?

I just don't want him to get hurt.
He's not gonna get hurt.

Well, good! So, can you
give me just a little hint?

Jack, you're needed in Resus now.
Coming.

I was just about to spill the beans.
You were not.

Jack!

FRANK: She'll take a while
to come round.

Keep her under constant monitoring,
and maintain her fluid balance.

Yep.

I've spoken to her GP

who diagnosed her with MSA and
he's been treating her ever since.

So, what? Did he suddenly start
prescribing barbiturates?

He said he didn't.
Do you believe him?

Yes, I do. He seemed genuinely
concerned about it.

So where'd she get them?

If she ripped the label off,
maybe she doesn't want us to know.

Shouldn't her Home Care staff
be across this?

Yep, well, Sam, the nurse who was
supposed to be there this morning,

he's coming in as soon as he can.

Did he say why he wasn't with her?

We'll deal with that
when he gets here.

HARRY: Hey!

Is that usually how you
get a girl's attention?

Oh, actually, I was, er... I was
calling out to the dude.

Oh, yeah. What are you after?

He said he was gonna get me something
to make me feel less like shit

and he's just disappeared.

There's no record of your admission.
How'd you get in here?

Yeah, I saw me mate having a fit
and almost passed out.

Oh, yeah, right. You're that guy.

Er, yeah.

Yeah, I'm always 'that guy'.

I've gotta get some fluids
for another patient

but I'll be back to check
in a second, OK?

What was your name?
I'm Gabrielle.

Oh.

Thanks, Gabrielle.

Thank you.
(SLOSHING SOUND)

Oh! (PANTS)

Wh-where... where am I?

VON: You're in hospital.

Oh!
How are you feeling?

Hazy.

Yes, well, it seems there's been
a bit of a medication mix-up.

Robyn, you've taken several drugs

which, in combination,
can be lethal.

These ones here.
How long have you been taking them?

Not long.

Your GP said he didn't
prescribe them for you.

No.

He didn't.

My usual GP wasn't available.

So you organised another doctor
to do a house visit?

Can you remember his name
or maybe a phone number?

Because the label's
been ripped off these.

My... my memory's terrible these days.

It's alright.
You just take your time.

(BARELY AUDIBLE) No. Sorry.
I can't remember his name.

You were supposed to have a visit
from a Home Care nurse this morning.

Did he come round?
Yes, Sam. Sam.

Looks after you regularly?

Yes, he's like a son to me. Yeah.

We've asked Sam to come in.

What? Is that really necessary?

We're concerned that this could be

a case of medical negligence
and that Sam may be involved.

Bart!
Oh, no!

Do you two wanna
take that outside? Huh?

It's alright. It's alright.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm trying to help her
understand the situation.

No, you're upsetting a very sick
woman with baseless allegations.

Listen, I've known Sam
for a very long time.

He's an excellent nurse

and I doubt whether he'd do
a negligent thing in his life.

Well, I hope you're right.

I should be right
to go home soon, yeah?

I'm sorry, Sally.
You could be here a while longer.

Why? What's wrong?

We've noticed a heart irregularity
on your ECG.

From the electric shock?

Actually, it might be
a pre-existing condition.

Or it might be a mistake
on the ECG, right?

That's a possibility, but I'm gonna
repeat it in a while to make sure.

Is that really necess...

Don't go there, Sal.

Of course it is and it'll be fine.

It's great you're trying
to improve your outlook.

Some people go through life
being pessimistic.

Oh.

I never used to think negatively.

What changed?
Everything.

The day my, er, husband-to-be left me
standing at the altar.

I'm sorry.
Yeah, he took off to Queensland.

With my little sister.

No way!
Mmm.

Yeah, in that one moment

my self-confidence was
ripped right off the bone.

Must've been heartbreaking.
Mmm.

Yeah, from then on, I just
expected everything to go wrong.

Save myself the pain.

But not anymore.

Did you know that 99% of
the stuff you fear never happens?

Yeah, that makes sense.

Yeah, so stuff my ex-fiance.

I'm a good person

and... great things
are gonna happen to me.

Damn straight.
Mmm.

Erica's really worried about
your bucks party.

Yeah, well, she's just heard
one too many urban legends is all.

She'll be fine.

As long as you haven't got
anything too crazy planned.

Oh, mate, you're whipped.
No, I'm not!

Yes, you are.
I'm not!

Conical burr, please, Dan.

I've been looking forward
to this for ages.

We're not gonna change it
to a game of dumb lawn bowls

just because you're under the thumb.

I'm not under the... Since when has
my bucks night become all about you?

Since always! The bucks party
is the best man's domain.

Oh, please.
For God's sake.

Just let him organise
one last night out with your mates

before you get locked
into matrimony, hmm?

'Cause you'd know all about it. You
are the poster boy for commitment.

Oi, easy!
What?

He's right. Gelatine sponge.

What the hell are you doing?

Harry, you gotta wait outside, mate.
Is that Pete under there?

Get that thing away from him!

Well done. You just broke
the sterile field.

Get your hands off me, you tool.
Settle down!

Get your hands off me, you tool.
Settle down!

Can you keep going while I re-scrub?
Yeah, sure.

Can I help you?

I'm Sam. Apparently one
of my Home Care patients is here.

Robyn Timms.
Right.

Is Robyn OK? Is she conscious?
Yeah, she's still a bit disoriented.

Is Robyn OK? Is she conscious?
Yeah, she's still a bit disoriented.

Did she say what happened?

She took some
contrary indicated drugs.

What do you know about
changes to her medication?

I need to speak to her.
Sam...

Robyn?

Leave you alone for five seconds.
ROBYN: I know.

I'm hopeless.

Oh, you shouldn't have come
all the way in here.

Of course I should.

What's happened?

Apparently I took something
I shouldn't have.

But you're gonna be OK?

Paramedics got her here just in time.

I'd never have left you alone
if I thought this could happen.

Is there some family
that we can call for you?

Sam's the closest thing to family.

Do you mind if we have a quick chat?
No, not at all.

In private.

I'll let Von know you're here.
She'll want to talk to you.

What a mess.

What have you told them?
Nothing.

That's good. Let me handle it, OK?

You don't listen in
to patients' private conversations.

That's not the issue.

I'm telling you, Sam's got
something to do with the overdose.

Bart, you're jumping to conclusions.

I think he's taking advantage of her.

Oh! Why would he do that?

I don't know yet.

Well, you leave me to talk to him.

SAM: Hopefully I can
take you home soon.

That'd be nice.
(CURTAIN OPENS)

Von, thanks so much for calling me.

Er, could we have a chat?

Sure.

You'll be OK?

Of course.

I'm coming too.

Do you know why Robyn
started taking these?

What are they?

Barbiturates.

There's no reason
for her to be taking those.

No, there isn't.

You don't know who might have
prescribed them for her?

Because her regular GP
knows nothing about them.

No, I don't know.

She hasn't mentioned anything to me
about her symptoms changing.

I think I might
ring around the local GPs,

see if one's seen her recently.

Er, Sam, have you noticed

any change
in Robyn's attitude lately?

Well, she gets frustrated.

Like anyone would
with such a debilitating illness.

Does she question
her quality of life?

Of course.

You think this was a suicide attempt?

What do you think?

I think she's still got
a lot of fight left in her.

She's such a brilliant woman.
You've seen her paintings.

Yeah. Very talented.

That's the understatement
of the year.

Some of her canvases
have sold for over $50,000.

Ooh. I didn't know that.

Look,
I spend a lot of time with Robyn.

If she wanted to take her own life,
I'd know about it.

I've organised a psych review
in case you're wrong.

Good.

Er... if that's all you need from me,
I'd like to go and keep her company.

Thanks. That's all.

For now.

I bet I was right.
The first one was a mistake, yeah?

I'm just going to run this
by Dr Beaumont. Be two secs.

Er, Sally's repeat ECG
shows similar irregularities.

How's her blood pressure?

Stable. But she's still having
heart palpitations.

That looks like a delta wave.

I hope you're wrong.
She needs some good news.

Hang on
while I get a second opinion.

Alright.

OK, thanks for your time.
Frank.

Go away.
I need some advice.

Have you finished
those reports I asked for?

No, I haven't. Will you read
this ECG print-out, please?

(SIGHS)

Looks like Wolff-Parkinson-
White syndrome. What do you think?

Yes. It does.

Thanks, Frank.

Ah, how are we looking, Dr Beaumont?

I've just been discussing
your ECG readings with a colleague.

Mmm! Well, two heads
are better than one.

But too many cooks spoil the broth.

Don't you hate the way all these
sayings contradict each other?

Sally, it looks like you have

a heart condition called
Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome.

Oh, with a silly name like that,
it can't be too serious, can it?

Mmm, no.

Some people with the syndrome

go their entire lives
without exhibiting symptoms.

But I'm not one of them, am I?

No, you're not.

So, what exactly is this syndrome?

Well, it means that you have

an extra electrical pathway
in your heart,

which puts you at risk
of cardiac arrest.

So, I could just drop dead
from a heart attack?!

Theoretically.
Well, that's it, then!

I might as well
save you both some time

and jump straight into a hearse!

Oh. Come on, that sounds like
a bit of catastrophising to me.

Well, this is a catastrophe!

Slow your breathing down.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

How long will I have to be in here?

Just overnight. At least.

Oh, great. There goes
my date down the drain.

Sally.

I don't know who I was kidding.

As if my life was ever
gonna have a happy ending.

Well, call him and reschedule.

Are you serious? What am I gonna say?

"I'm sorry. I can't make it.

"I got an electric shock
doing the dishes

"and now I have White-Wolf syndrome."

Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome.
Whatever.

Look, if he's one of the good ones,

he'll be happy to postpone the date
for a night or two.

It's better to face facts.

The only thing gonna keep me company
until a heart attack kills me

is a whistling kettle.

Oh, come on.
Oh! Just leave me alone!

(SOBS)

Not very excited
about Dan's bucks party, are you?

Oh, I'm not going.

Why not?

Wasn't invited.
Oh.

What are you doing chatting up
Gabrielle? My mate's dying.

Just keeping an eye on you, mate,

so you don't
interfere with his operation again.

Oh. Well, good luck.

'Cause, er, I'm going back in there
and you can't stop me.

Turns out I can.

Stay out here
until you've sobered up, OK?

I'm really sorry I got angry
with you and for causing trouble.

I'm just really worried about Pete.

I'm such a dick.

It's alright, mate.

People do stupid things
when they've had too much to drink.

I don't know
how it got so out of hand.

One drink turned into 20.
It can happen.

Yeah, I reckon
I've learnt my lesson.

Can I go back in now?
No, you can't.

Yes, I can!
You are really pushing your luck.

Just let me see him!
It's not gonna happen.

Not until you've sorted yourself out.

Why don't you sort yourself out?

(MOUTHS INAUDIBLY)

There you go.

Robyn, I've organised
for Dr Kent to speak to you.

Why do I want another doctor?

She's a psychiatrist.
Hello, Robyn.

I don't need a psychiatrist.

It's standard procedure
after an overdose -

even if it was accidental.

You'll stay with me?
Of course.

I'm sorry.
I need to speak to Sam outside.

I'd rather stay here.
I'm not asking your permission.

Dr West!
It's OK, Von.

You've obviously
got a problem with me.

Let's deal with it.

I won't be long.

Do you treat all nurses
with contempt?

Or am I getting special treatment?

I just think Robyn might be

more honest with a psychiatrist
if you're not around.

Why? Because I have
some sort of power over her?

She seems dependent on you.

Robyn's a gutsy woman.

If anyone wears the pants
in our relationship, it's her.

What sort of relationship is it?

We understand each other.

And she's taught me a helluva lot.

You must have had patients that
the normal rules don't apply to.

Exactly what rules
are you talking about?

Oh, for God's sake,
it was a figure of speech.

Where'd you get the barbiturates?

What are you talking about?
The drugs that almost killed Robyn.

You told her to take them,
didn't you?

Why would I do that?

You're the closest thing
she's got to family.

Maybe you stand to inherit
a lot more than just knowledge.

It's taking every bit of
my willpower not to deck you, mate.

Bart.

Inside.

(OPENS DOOR)

(CLOSES DOOR)

No. I want you to stay away from Sam.

You are calling into question

the integrity of a good nurse

without a shred of evidence!

It's intuition.

No. It is a career-ending accusation
which you can't prove.

What's going on?
Nothing.

Right.

Well, I've just spoken to a GP that
does house visits in Robyn's area.

He visited her last week
and prescribed barbiturates.

Why would a GP give them for MSA?

Because she didn't say she had MSA.

She said she suffered epilepsy.

What?
Has she ever suffered epilepsy?

No.

It's starting to look like
a well-planned suicide attempt.

Who do you think told her
to fake epilepsy

to get the drugs she needed?

I'm having another chat to Sam.
No, you're not.

I'm doing all the talking.

How's he doing?

Well, the haematoma's been removed.

Intracranial pressure
has been relieved.

Are you free to help
prep him for theatre?

Sure.

How's his mate?
Outside.

Hopefully having a good look at
himself. The kid's all over the shop.

I don't think
I've ever been that drunk.

Yeah, you have.

There's drunk
and then there's drunk.

I couldn't handle
being that out of control.

I've heard that one before.
No, I mean it.

I've seen too much in this joint
to completely write myself off.

Well, your bucks party's
gonna change all that!

(LAUGHS)

So, what's your take on this, Steve?

Oh, the only bucks night I've ever
been excited about was my own.

Have you been married?

No, actually, er,
didn't get that far.

In fact,
I didn't even get to propose.

I buggered the whole thing up.

Ah.

Well, I hope that doesn't stop you
from coming to my party.

Theatre's ready.

You are coming, aren't you?

What?

Of course he is.

I just haven't gotten around
to inviting him yet.

Thanks, Dan. I appreciate it, mate.
I'm pretty sure I'm busy that night.

I can't believe Dr West
accused me of trying to kill Robyn.

And for her money?

I wouldn't gain a thing if she died.

That doesn't preclude you
from assisted suicide.

No. The law precludes me from that.

Well, you're not someone
who lives by the letter of the law.

That's what makes you a good nurse.

Von, Robyn's an intelligent,
rational woman.

If she wants to end her life,
she'll find a way.

With or without someone from
the medical profession to help her.

But you wouldn't want her
to go through it alone.

In an ideal world,
she shouldn't have to.

We're not in an ideal world.

No.

We're not.

So, Sam,

please,

tell me what part
you've taken in this.

You should be talking to Robyn.
Not me.

The cardiologist has asked
that we do another set of bloods

before I take you upstairs.

Sorry I'm being such a wuss.
Hey! No, you're not.

Do you think I'll need surgery?

Well, Dr Beaumont
seems confident that you won't.

Well, how will they fix it?

It could be as simple as learning
techniques to slow your heart rate

or taking medication -

it all depends on
the severity of the syndrome.

Right.

Can you clench your fist for me?

So, how well do you know the guy
you're supposed to be seeing tonight?

It's a blind date.

The only thing I know about him
is his nickname - Shorts.

What?

Apparently,
he wears shorts every day -

no matter what the weather.

Sounds... interesting.

OK, just a pinprick.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS) I just need
to give up on men.

Get a dog
or a... guinea pig or something.

Something that can
love me unconditionally.

Hmm, you need to start seeing
the silver lining again.

How is there any silver lining
in all of this?

Well, if it wasn't for the lightning,

you wouldn't have got
the electric shock

and you wouldn't have learnt
that you have a heart problem.

You're trying to tell me
it's a good thing my heart stopped?

No, but it's better
that we discovered it now,

you know, than after
a more serious incident.

Mmm.

I wish I could
think like that again.

But I just know
things are gonna get worse.

You know, a patient once told me

that 99% of the stuff we fear
never happens.

I'll be back shortly.

But I will leave this here in case
you feel the urge to make a call.

Hmm?

Gabrielle,
can I talk to you for a sec?

Yeah, sure. What's up?

Follow me.

Is everything alright?

Yeah.
I just wanted to ask you something.

Well, don't keep me in suspense.

I was wondering...

..if you would be my maid of honour.

What about
your friend from New York?

She can't make it.

No, Ricky. You're...

You must have heaps of friends
just dying to take the top job.

Well, that's not the point.

Dan and I got together
in your department

and you've allowed
our relationship to grow.

Another NUM may have stopped us
from even working together.

Plus, we love you.

Would you do it?

I promised myself
I would not cry at the wedding.

I'm not going to lose it
in the drug room.

Of course I'll do it.
I'm so honoured!

(CHUCKLES)

I just never know
when to call it a night.

Hmm, your mate
obviously doesn't either.

Pete wanted to head home much earlier
but I wouldn't let him.

Right!

Graduating was such a big deal for us

I just didn't want
the celebration to end.

Did I tell you we're starting
a landscaping business up together?

Nice one.
Yeah.

We're gonna call it
Harry and Pete's Landscaping.

Catchy.

You really think so?
Yeah. Straight to the point.

It was actually Pete's idea
to keep it simple.

He's the brains,
I'm the personality.

Mmm.
That's why my name's first.

Yeah, of course.

Actually, we had
our first argument over that.

Stupid thing to fight about.

Alright, I tell you what,
if you promise to behave yourself,

I can take you up to see him.

I promise.
Come on, then.

Thanks.

So, what's the verdict?

Am I of sound mind?

According to the psychiatrist...

..yes.

Good. I can go home.

Well, we'll have to
move you to a ward for monitoring.

Just arrange my discharge papers,
please, Von.

There's something
I want to clarify with you first.

I've just spent over an hour
with a psychiatrist.

What's left to clarify?

Oh, I know how frustrating
this is for you.

Do you?

You're at the mercy
of a horrible disease.

It's understandable that...

..you may want to end things
on your own terms.

You must have dealt with
a lot of terminally ill patients

in your time.

I have.

What would you do
if you were given a death sentence?

Well, this isn't about me.

I'm making it about you.

What would you do...

..if everything
that made your life beautiful...

..was ripped away piece by piece?

I don't know.

If your body abandoned you...

..stopping you from doing
the things that you love...

..stopping you from doing
the things that you love...

..and making the smallest of tasks
unbearable?

I've lost control of my bladder.

I'm losing my vision and my balance.

I can look forward
to breathing problems,

difficulty speaking
and swallowing...

..then a death from pneumonia
if I'm lucky.

Maybe I'll even choke to death.

Pretty undignified way to end
what was once a wonderful life,

wouldn't you say?

Do you understand now
why I'd like Sam to take me home?

As soon as they get home, he'll
give her the same drug cocktail again

and in a couple of hours,
she'll be dead.

We don't know that.
Of course we do.

The psychiatrist's confident
she isn't suicidal.

How can you both
turn a blind eye to this?

This isn't just upping
a dying patient's morphine level.

It's actively administering
a deadly combination of drugs.

It's a crime.
It's not black and white.

You think I don't understand.
Of course you do. Of course you do.

But no matter how hard it is,
you've got to let it go.

Will you at least check on her later?

I promise. First thing tomorrow.

Why is he hooked up
to all this stuff?

It's helping him to breathe

until the swelling in the brain
can go down.

How are you feeling, man?
I'm never drinking again.

I know you guys must hear that a lot.
But I mean it.

I can't believe I almost killed
the best mate I ever had.

Hey, you have to be
strong for Pete now, alright?

Have either of you got a pen?

Yep.

I've been thinking -
if Pete makes it through this...

..I'm gonna change the name
of our company.

"Pete and Harry's Landscaping".

It's the least I can do
to make it up to him.

Nice.

Is it, er... is it OK
if I sit with him for a while?

Yep.

I think we should
leave golf out of our celebrations.

Actually, I, er,
need to talk to you about that.

We found you a bed upstairs.

It should be alright
to move you soon.

Thanks so much for your help today.
Hey, no problem.

Ooh.
Ah.

I spoke to Shorts.
Oh! And?

Well, he laughed
about the lightning strike.

He said he thought it was
the funniest excuse he'd ever heard.

That's a good start.

And he knew all about
Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome.

Apparently Marilyn Manson
has got it as well.

That's supposed to
make you feel better?

Well, it might.

If I knew who Marilyn Manson was.

My God.

Sally?

Shorts?

I brought some Chinese.
Thought we could have our date here.

Um, we'll leave you to it.
Thanks.

Good luck.
(WHISPERS) Thank you.

Oh, men are so full of surprises.

Amen to that.

I can't wait to get out of here.
Why? What's your hurry?

Maybe the fact I've done
your dirty work all day.

Well, if the 2IC gig
is too hard for you...

Actually, Frank,
I know I can do this job.

I have done
everything you've asked me to do.

Admin are even considering
giving us those new monitors.

Excellent work!

As soon as you've finished
writing up next month's rosters,

you can go home.

I know. But it was true.
(LAUGHS)

I had to see for myself.
These are for you.

Thank you.

I, um...
Um...

Sorry. You go.
No, it's OK. You go.

No, you go. What are you saying?

Just, um, I'm sorry for being
so worried about your bucks party.

Of course you can have
a big night with the boys.

I've cancelled it.
Really?

Yeah. Jack's not very happy.

But I won't be hung-over
on our big day.

Are you sure?
I'm absolutely sure.

I just wish we could
fast-forward the next few days

and jump straight to the wedding.

I sort of need those couple of days.
Oh, what?

Still haven't written our vows?

Yeah!

(CHUCKLES) No.
Mmm.

That's OK.
I realised something today.

What?

That our wedding will be perfect
and nothing's going to go wrong.

Don't... (KISSES) ..jinx it.
I didn't jinx it!

You did... (KISSES) ..jinx it.
I did not!

You can't say
that nothing's going to go wrong.

Oh, is that right, is it?

(TAKES SHALLOW BREATHS)