All language subtitles for All.Saints.S11E28.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-WH

WOMAN: It's my pleasure to
pronounce you husband and wife.

Go talk to him.

What? Who?
Steve.

You've had your eyes on him
the whole night.

50-year-old male, Laszlo Szucs.

Injury as a result
of a skydiving accident.

Coming out to count the pieces,
mate?

Professional interest
in professional idiots.

He's got a fractured left femur,
mid-shaft

and decreased air entry
on the right side.

Let me guess. Chute failed to open.

They usually end up in the morgue.

From experience, I'd say
it was a poorly judged landing.

Poorly judged? I didn't even come
close to it.

It was a total cock-up.
In front of 3,000 people.

I don't remember any LOC,

but they reckon I was gone
for about two minutes.

GCS was 13, it's now up to 15.

All Saints. Tuesday. All Hail Prime
Minister Kevin. How did I do?

You've sat this test before, mate.
Once or twice.

How's the pain?
Scale of one to three.

Leg, one to two.
Ego's hurting about 11.

Count of three.
Are you good to go, Laszlo?

Yeah, go for it, matey.
Good man. One, two, three.

5mg of morphine. Increments of
2.5 till we get him pain-free.

History includes previous mid-shaft
fracture, same side, four years ago.

Alright, what happened?

I was doing a flag jump
onto a racecourse.

Hauling a 40-metre flag behind me.

That sounds tricky.
Not when you know what you're doing.

But the wind popped up on the exit,
screwed up the spot

and didn't plan on the tussock.

'Tussock'. Care to translate?

I tripped on a clump of grass
doing 50km an hour.

Bounced back up and came back down
on my leg.

Pelvis feels OK.
Yeah.

You've got a pin still in place
from a previous break.

Yeah.

You were warned the pin could
dislodge, shattering your bone

if you landed like that again?

(SIGHS) Got over ten thousand jumps.

You'd think I'd be able to avoid
making the same mistake twice.

Can I call family
or friends for you?

No. There's nobody.

We'll need a full trauma series
and bloods.

Who's next on the list?
No-one for you.

What?

But I am glad I ran into you.

I haven't had a chance yet to thank
you for dobbing me in to Gabrielle.

Didn't work though, did it?
I'm still here.

Charlotte, can you see a patient
for me in Acute?

Er, sure.

Tom Bishop, admitted via triage.
What's AML?

Acute myeloid leukaemia.

It's cancer of the myeloid line
of the white blood cells.

It affects the bone marrow
and blood.

Poor guy.
There's not much chance for him.

AML does have a high mortality rate,
but who's his specialist?

He's in Adelaide.
Tom's here on holiday.

Started feeling unwell this morning.
Temperature's 38.4.

Hi, Tom. I'm Dr Beaumont.
So when were you diagnosed with AML?

(SIGHS) Five and a bit years.

How have I survived this long?

Chemo on top of transplants of my
own stem cells put me in remission.

Almost made it to
the magic five-year mark,

but it came back last November.

That sucks.

Yeah, it does.

Have you had any chemo since then?

Yep. Bloods were looking good.
I've been feeling OK too, until now.

I'm pretty sure
I've picked up an infection.

Mmm, it sounds like you have.

I'm just hoping my white cells
are up high enough to fight it off.

Tom, has your specialist discussed
donor stem cell transplant?

Mm-hm, yeah.

But that would require a compatible
donor, which I don't have.

OK.

C spine's clear.

Let's get that hard collar off
and raise the bedhead.

The rest of the X-rays.

Photographic evidence
of my stupidity, eh?

What is that thing on my leg, matey?
That's a Thomas splint.

Hmm, old breaks to two ribs,
four new ones.

Small pneumothorax on the right lung.

What's a pneumothorax?

A collapsed lung.
Partial in your case.

Oh, great.

Got a lot of broken bones
over the years.

Yeah, a few.
Mostly in the '70s and the '80s.

Skydiving gear
wasn't quite as reliable back then.

You've been doing it for a while.

Yeah. Long enough not to be making
the sort of mistakes I made today.

Hey, you get older, your reflexes
slow down. You know that?

What are you saying,
I should be hanging up my rig?

About as much chance of that

as you handing in your scalpel,
I'd say, Doc.

Sorry, the femur's smashed to pieces
around these pins.

It's gonna be
one hell of a repair job.

Yeah, so how long do you reckon
I'll be grounded for, eh?

You're not seriously considering
doing this again, are you?

Yeah, of course I am, mate.
It's as good as sex.

(SCOFFS) Sex is as good as sex.

And you don't have to
jump out of a plane to get it.

So how long has he been waiting
for a donor?

Six months.

No siblings who are compatible?
Only child.

What is he doing here?

He was on holiday
when he started feeling sick.

So I may need you on board
for some support.

Of course.
Thank you.

Tom Bishop's MSU and sputum samples.

Great. Can you get those
off to Pathology?

I'll also need to do full bloods,
including a crossmatch and cultures.

And because of the risk
of further infection,

I'd like Amy to be the only nurse
have anything to do with Tom.

Yep. OK, I'll let everyone know.

Amy, give those to me.
I'll do that.

Um, if you could take
the blood cultures,

and bear in mind that his platelets
will be a little bit low.

Yeah, I know.

That means he's got an increased
chance of excessive bleeding.

Yeah. I just thought I'd mention it.
Maybe you should do it.

I've only taken bloods once.

Jack took over
when he saw how nervous I was.

He's good like that.

Huh.

Well, I will supervise, but doing it
yourself is the only way to learn.

Let me know when you're ready.

Hey.
Hey.

I was expecting you home last night.
Oh, erm...

I had a drink with Dan
when he got back.

I didn't want to drive
so I just crashed on the couch.

We haven't really seen each other
since the wedding.

I wouldn't mind a chat,
when you've got a second.

Sure.

I have a patient now, though, so...

Tina, this is Dr Quade.
He'll be looking after you.

A storm in a coffee cup. I'm fine.

Chest pain. Breathing difficulties.

No, brekky bagel
went down the wrong way.

All I needed was a slap on the back.

Pulse and BP both slightly elevated.

Well, chest pain
is always worth checking out.

Now, do you smoke?
Yes.

Any family history of heart disease?
Dad.

Heart attack at 47.
Worked himself to death.

Look, I'm a telemarketer.
It's an easy gig.

I don't do stress.

Do you exercise regularly?
Nope.

OK, well, with the smoking,
family history,

lack of exercise and, er,
excess weight...

Women are meant to have curves.

Well, this all predisposes you
to a heart attack

which you may have already had.

So we'll run some tests
and see what's going on.

I haven't had a heart attack.
I haven't!

And all your ECG's, your blood tests,
are not gonna tell you otherwise.

Have you been through this before?
Yes.

(MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)

Some old fart insisted last year
when I came in with a broken toe.

Oh, good. Well, we can compare
both sets of results.

I'll leave Dan to settle you in.

Mm-hm.

Um... sorry. Not in here.

(SIGHS)

Is there someone
you would like me to contact?

No, thanks.
I don't want to worry my folks.

Yep. That's it.
Don't worry.

I've been jabbed by that many
needles, I think I'm immune to pain.

Er... any particular reason
you're over here?

Um... I was hoping to hook up
with my birth parents.

I was adopted.
And what? You didn't get the chance?

They didn't want to meet me.

So...

OK.
Now you're ready to take the bloods.

I tried to catch up with them
the first time before I got sick.

They didn't want to know about it.

Eight years later, I thought they
might've changed their minds, but...

I'm sorry.

Do you know whether your parents
are still together?

Yeah.

Whether they've had
any more children?

Potential donors for me, you mean?

I don't know.
That's not what it was about.

Well, it must have been
at the back of your mind.

I was going to tell them
about the leukaemia.

If things had worked out.

But if they knew,
they might want to help.

No. No guilt trips.

Those are my terms.

'Vlasek's Czech, isn't it?
Mm-hm.

So you weren't christened Michael.
You'd be a Miklos.

Yep. That's me.

You born here?

Yeah. My parents came out
after the war.

Mine too. But from Hungary.
Wife and kids?

Can I have some more saline, Ricky?
Yep.

We set up house once.

Then she started going on
about me giving up skydiving.

So I had to move on.

Any regrets about that?

Sure I got regrets.
She took the house.

(LAUGHS) But as far as being
free to fly?

No regrets at all.

You got some discomfort
with that shoulder?

It's just a little niggle.

The pneumothorax
may be getting worse.

Hang on a sec.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Excuse me.

Sats are down to 86%.

Decreased breath sounds
on the right-hand side.

Let's set up for a chest drain.

Anything I should be worried about,
Miklos?

No, it's a simple procedure.

To release the air
building up around your lung

so the lung can reinflate.

Doesn't sound that simple.

(PANTS)
Yeah. Trust me.

That's it.

So there may or may not be siblings.

Tom Bishop's blood results.

Thank you.

Neutropenic. Anaemic.
His platelets are... nine.

That is much worse
than I was expecting.

Will antibiotics help?

Hopefully - but a blood transfusion

might ease his symptoms
in the short term.

Then start him on chemo again.
Uh-uh.

He needs a stem cell transplant

before he can even tolerate
any more chemo.

Does the donor need to be
of the same blood group?

Same genetic makeup.
Siblings are the most likely source.

He might have brothers and sisters.

Yes, but he doesn't want us
to contact his family.

But he'll die otherwise.
Can't we at least look into it?

Well, yeah.

Thrombocytopenic too?

(SIGHS) Well, that sucks.

What did my oncologist say?

Antibiotics, septic screen
and transfusion.

(SIGHS) Bloody hell.

Tom, would you give us permission
to contact your birth parents?

Waste of time. I've left messages.

Same when I was 16.
I wrote them a letter.

Got one line back.
"Appreciate no further contact."

Right. Well, you've come
all of this way to see them.

Perhaps, er...
a professional approach.

That might make a difference.

You'd have to do it
without telling them I'm sick.

I'm a nurse. You're in hospital.

It could come up.

OK. But nothing about the leukaemia.

Tom...

It's the only way I'll agree to it.

Hi.
Mrs Glass.

Yes.

I'm Von Ryan. I'm a nurse
at All Saints Hospital.

Sorry, I haven't got
any money on me.

If you can come back later...
It's not about money.

Then what do you want?
We're in a bit of a hurry.

There's no easy way to say this.

I believe you had a child
adopted out 24 years ago.

Tell him to leave us alone.

Move it, slowpokes,
or you'll miss Mum's bus!

Go. Please.

Hi.
Hello.

Stay inside, girls.
This won't take Mummy a minute, OK?

What's going on?
Nothing.

Um, sorry we couldn't be
of any help to you.

I wouldn't be doing this
if it wasn't important.

I'm here on behalf of your son.

Our son?

He realises you haven't wanted
to see him before this, but...

He's never asked us.

Linda, what's this about?

Er, he's in hospital.

What for?

He's ill. That's all I can say.

But he would very much
like to see you.

So, as I said, it is important.
If you could please phone me.

Tell him no. We're not interested.

If only I'd got there
five minutes later,

the husband would have been
on his own, I...

..might have stood a better chance.

Did you see them?
Mm-hm.

But they were on their way out.

What were they like?

Um... hard to say.

Normal.

And they have two daughters.

You've got sisters!
Yeah. Yeah, I didn't know that.

What did my parents say?
Are they coming in to meet me?

I'm sorry, mate.

I don't think
we'll be hearing back from them.

Right.

Maybe they just need time
to think about it.

I don't have time, do I?
Screw them.

Blood bank's just dispatched three
units of packed cells, B negative.

Well, there's some good news.

Yeah. Great. Thank you.

OK, so we have the results
from your previous visit.

High cholesterol, high triglycerides,

high blood pressure,
elevated blood sugar.

But I can't see the part
where it says that you're fine.

I'm still here, aren't I?

DAN: Well, we have these
early warning systems

so we can nip these things
in the bud.

OK, so what have you done
since your previous visit

to improve your health?

I started exercise.

Really?

Yeah. Walk to the coffee shop
most mornings.

Well, walking to a coffee shop
to eat bagels

isn't going to help you
lose weight, Tina.

Did I have a heart attack,
or did I not?

The ischemic changes
showing up on your ECG

indicate there's been an interruption
to the oxygen supply to your heart.

So...?

You may have.

(SCOFFS) Is that like
'a little bit pregnant'?

You need to take this seriously!
OK.

OK, seriously - now what?

A heart transplant,
just to teach me a lesson, hmm?

I'm gonna give you some aspirin
to prevent any clotting.

Then I'll give you some GTN
to ease the pain in your chest.

Shame it can't
ease the pain in my arse.

Then we'll do an ECG
and see if that's made a difference.

Is he always such a prophet of doom?

(MOBILE PHONE PLAYS EROTIC MOANING)

I thought I told you
to turn that thing off!

You said I couldn't make calls.
You didn't say I couldn't take them.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'll give her nifedipine
to ease the blood pressure.

Hopefully that'll stave off
the stroke that she's working on.

She wants to go home.

You need to keep her here
till we do the ECG.

Sit on her if you have to.

Should be cosy. Speaking of...

I hear that you and a certain NUM

got up very close and personal
at the reception.

Rumour and innuendo.

That's not what I hear
via rumour and innuendo.

What happened?

She was drunk.
She didn't mean anything by it.

How do you know that?
I know.

Tina Cherry's results are in.
Thanks.

Hey, how was your honeymoon?

Oh, fantastic. Really good.
Did you enjoy the wedding?

Yeah, had a great night.

OK, good.

Do you wanna come round tonight
and have a few beers?

Haven't seen you in ages.

Thanks.

Have you seen Von?
There's a man here to see her.

I'll find her.

Still not talking?
Yeah, looks like it.

I was hoping you'd get in touch.

Sorry about the reception you got.

Might have helped
if you'd phoned ahead.

Well, I thought I was less likely

to get the door shut in my face
if I came in person.

My wife can seem abrasive
until you get to know her.

She didn't tell me
you tried to contact us.

I guessed that.
Please don't judge her.

She had a very difficult
decision to make back then.

She was still only a kid herself.

Well, you're here now.
Your son will be very pleased.

What can you tell me about him?
What do you know?

Born 5:00am, April 5.
Seven pounds, eight ounces.

What's his name?
Tom.

Really?

It's one of the ones
we toyed around with before...

So what's wrong with him?

He should explain that to you.

OK.

Don't even know why I'm here.

Yes, you do.

Tom?

You've got a visitor.

Barry Glass.

Barry, this is Tom Bishop.

Tom, I'm...

..pleased to meet you.

Sorry, Mr Glass - you have to wash
your hands before you touch him.

There's a risk of infection.

To me, not to you.

My immune system's a bit shaky,
that's all.

What's, um... wrong with you?

Nothing, really.

Looks more dramatic than it is.

What made you decide to come?

I never knew you tried
to get in touch until today.

You could've tried to find me.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Life... just...

Would you like us
to leave you alone?

Yes, please.

Call if you need anything.

I thought you'd be older.

I feel pretty old sometimes.

How old were you when you had me?

15.

They put a lot of pressure
on your mum...

..to give you up, you know?

Who did?

Her parents.

She took it very, uh... hard.

I'm not here to make excuses
for what happened.

It's amazing, you look...

..just like my dad...

..when he was your age.

So how's the pain?
Yeah, it's settled. How's the leg?

Oh, circulation's compromised,
but nothing to worry about.

That's good.

Bet your dad was proud,
having a son as a doctor.

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

So what was his story?

No story, really.

He fight in the war?
Yeah.

Mine too.

Never talked about it much, though,
so I reckon it was pretty rough.

Meanest old drunk I've ever met.

And your mum -
she was from Hungary too?

Yeah.
She died just before I ran away.

Fell down a flight of stairs.

I reckon my old man
had something to do with it.

But nothing was ever proven.
That's awful!

Yeah, well, she put up with it.

Is that why you never married?
Because of your parents' marriage?

I didn't want to live
according to anyone else's rules,

Freedom's kind of addictive,
for lots of reasons.

Yeah.

One of them being
never having to listen

to anyone else's
Celine Dion recordings.

Oh, right on.
Long live rock'n'roll, eh, Miklos?

If you love someone, you
put up with their taste in music.

Yeah... Newlywed.

Oh, the glow will soon pass, Erica.

Well, I liked this conversation
when it was more about you two.

And at least I don't
have to go home alone.

Hey, just 'cause you're alone
don't mean you're lonely.

Yeah, that's a concept some people
have a bit of a problem with, huh?

I did some work landscaping
when I finished school.

I wouldn't mind
getting back to it some day.

Huh, never thought
of making a career of it.

Gardening's just
something I love doing.

I'm sorry for the interruption.

I just need to check
the transfusion.

How's it going?
Interesting.

Barry's a commercial artist,

and drawing's
always been a hobby of mine.

We're both Magpies supporters.
Oh.

Genes are interesting things.
Yes, they are.

Has Tom told you why he's here?

More important things to discuss
than my health.

He keeps fobbing me off.

But if there's anything
we can do to help, we'd like to.

I could donate some blood.

It's not blood Tom needs.
(MACHINE BEEPS)

Tom, what...?

Stop the transfusion!
What's happening?

Must be a reaction to the blood.
Amy, do some obs immediately.

Why is he in here?
What's wrong with him?!

One of you,
please spell it out for me.

Tom has leukaemia.

He needs a stem cell transplant
and we can't find a suitable donor.

But someone who shares
the same parents as Tom -

they could be compatible.

You mean my daughters?
No!

It requires a general anaesthetic,
but a bone marrow extraction

is a relatively quick
and straightforward procedure.

So that's what this was about?

Tom didn't want us...
Go to hell!

(CHOKES) I told you
not to say anything.

Put it on, put it on.

Breathe, Tom.

Nice big breaths. Slow it down.

That's the way. Slow that down.

Barry, please, wait.
Why didn't you tell me?

Warn me what this was all about?

This isn't about him being sick.

He wanted to meet you.

Not because of the leukaemia
but because you are his father.

Until just a few days ago

he had every hope that he was
going back into remission again.

And this transplant, it'd cure him?

It gives him a much better chance
of going into remission, yes.

Look, if I could do it for him,
I would.

But Lara and Kelly,
they're little kids.

They don't even know he exists.

No-one expects you to make
this decision on your own,

least of all Tom.

But, please, can't you
discuss it with your wife?

I can't.

You don't know
what giving Tom up did to her.

Linda fell apart.
Tried to kill herself.

Took her years to get back.
Hospitals, doctors...

Finally, they told her the only way

was to pretend
like Tom never existed.

So that's what we did.

Yes, but you've thought about him.

Yeah.

I tried to talk to her
about it once

but she got so...

..upset, I was scared of what
she would do if I pushed it.

What are his chances of recovering
without the transplant?

My decision will affect the lives
of the people I love the most.

I need to know!

He'll die in the next few days.

You do understand that every time you
press the button, you're delivered...

This is not the first time I've used
this. I know how to use one, OK?

OK, well, just try
taking some deep breaths.

Or maybe we could try
giving him some more morphine.

2.5mg IM.

I'm sorry, matey, but this leg
is starting to get to me.

What about the bloody orthopods?

They're tied up in surgery
but it's OK - no need to panic.

First it was "don't be alarmed",
now it's "no need to panic",

which is kind of alarming.

I mean, you're Head of Surgery.
Why don't you just do it?

I'm good, yes,

but with a bone that's been pinned
and this badly shattered

you really do need a specialist.

Who's nowhere to be found, right?
Surgery's not that urgent right now.

It's best we wait.

This should settle the pain.

Don't worry, we'll get you
out of here in one piece.

Miklos...

..you'd better not be
bullshitting me, mate.

No bullshit, Laz. That's a promise.

There you are...
Of course your Delilah is naked.

Fresh from a steamy, hot shower...
You're on your phone.

People are always using their phones.
I'm going to rub it all over me.

You're not supposed
to be using your phone.

Oh, yeah, I'm on the bed.

Long red hair spread out
on black satin sheets.

(GROANS) Oh, yeah, baby.

Does that make you
want to touch yourself?

Tina! Shh!

Oops, think my husband's
just come home early.

Oh, yeah. (GROANS)

I know, baby, me too.
I was just about to...

Oh, yeah, I think I...
(GROANS) Oh, yeah!

Tina! SHHH!
Yeah!

Until next week, my love.

I'll be waiting for you.

Was that your boyfriend?

No, that was Mr Bumblebee.
Calls every Tuesday for a chat.

Right, so when you said
you were into telemarketing...

Sexual fantasy, $10 a minute,

which means, ooh,
you just cost me 75 bucks.

Don't push your luck, 'Delilah'.

And turn that thing off.

Come back to bed. GET to bed. Just...

(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(CHUCKLES)

That drain seems to be doing its job.

Breath sounds in that
right lung have improved.

It's not my lung
I'm worried about, it's my leg.

I've been around
enough smashed limbs

to know that's not looking right.

Just try pressing the button again.
It's not helping.

Pulse is there but it's weak.

What's going on? Just talk to me.

The pulses in your leg
are getting weaker.

I need to get you to surgery
sooner rather than later.

Do you want me call Orthopaedics,
see what's going on with this guy?

No, I'll do it.
OK.

Miklos... you made me a promise.

I promised you no bullshit, Lazlo.

You're not getting any.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Hey. No change in her obs.

I'm starting to think
she's a lost cause.

Yeah, me too.
Say, if I was to say to you, um...

.."Long red hair, hourglass figure,
black satin sheets"

who would I be talking about?

I don't know
but I'd like to meet her.

You already have.

That's how Tina the telemarketer
describes herself to her clients.

What are you talking about?
She does phone sex, Jack.

Like, for a living.
Oh, my God, are you serious?

Yeah, 10-bucks-a-minute serious.

Maybe more for mobiles, you know,
it used to be anyway.

And you would know that...
Come on, I'm guessing that!

Alright?
Yep, whatever you say, mate.

What are you two gossiping about?

I have this patient who won't help
herself and will not listen to me.

Bloody Ada.

She know she's a walking time bomb?
Oh, yeah, she knows, Frank.

She just doesn't care.
I'll have a word with her.

She won't listen.
Not to you maybe.

What the bloody hell would you know
about being overweight?

Well, I do know about
hypertension and diabetes.

Goody for you. I'll sort her out.

Good luck.

Hi there, Tina. I'm Frank Campion.

I'm the boss of this joint.

So the bean poles
sent in the big gun.

Well, good on 'em.

Take the weight off, Frankie.

Might as well get comfy
for the big lecture.

It's not gonna be a lecture.
It's just gonna be a little chat.

From one lard-arse
to another, right?

Yeah, yeah, you could say that.

Now, Dr Quade has told you

how serious your medical condition
is at the moment?

Before you go on, Frankie,

you know, I used to be really
obsessed with how much I weighed.

Mm.
Obsessed and really stressed.

So stressed that I used to get
heart palpitations, night sweats...

And I kind of realised that that
stress was gonna kill me far quicker

than a few extra kilos ever would.

Mmm, makes sense.

I'm glad you think so.

I used to think
the same thing myself.

Then one day I keeled over
from a heart attack,

almost carked it.

(GROANS)
You're a disappointment, Frank.

Tina...
No, time's up, chat's over.

Oh, come on, be serious.
You need to listen to me.

No, you need to discharge me, OK?

And try not to have a heart attack
while you're doing it.

She's all yours.

I want him in an operating theatre
now or he's gonna lose his leg.

His leg's becoming cool to touch
and he's in agony.

Give him some more morphine.
2.5... No, make it 5mg.

Should we loosen the splint
to see if it improves circulation?

I don't want to increase
the risk of compartment syndrome.

What I need is for Orthopaedics
to get off their arse

so I can get
this man on the table.

Call me back.

Are they coming to get me?
Yeah, soon.

Heard that before.

Don't worry, I'm kicking heads.

No pulse.

I'm going to lose my leg, aren't I?

That can't happen, Miklos.

Get him prepped for theatre.
I'll take him up there myself.

You sure?
Get back onto Orthopaedics.

Tell them about the change of plan.
Maybe it'll motivate them.

Do it now!

So we're revising
the "don't panic" scenario, right?

The pain and the fact
that your foot's turning blue

means the tissue's dying
because of lack of blood supply.

I can get you
into the operating theatre

before anything gets any worse.

This is not your area of expertise.
You said so yourself.

I also said I was good.
I can do this.

I'll get you through it, alright?
OK, I know you will.

Maybe when this is all over,
we'll go and have a drink, eh?

Talk about how great our lives are.

Yeah, sure.
OK.

I thought I could make this happen
the way I wanted it.

You don't know how
it's gonna turn out.

Von's still with him,
which is a good sign.

No.

I'm just best forgotten.

Your father wouldn't have come
to see you if he felt that way.

I don't know about that.

I want to go back to Adelaide.

You're in no shape to travel, Tom.
I don't care.

I don't want to die here.

I want to be at home
with the people I love.

Shh.
Let me shape that much of my life.

Just give it a bit more time, OK?

It's just a blood test

and a relatively straightforward
operation if one of them's a match.

Uh, he's right.

The risks involved
in this procedure, they're very low.

Stop it, please.

We have to make a decision.

I need more time.
Tom doesn't have time! He's dying.

Our son is dying.
Don't you care about that?

How can you say that?

You weren't there when he was born.

You weren't the one
who had him taken out of your arms.

This won't help.

You sure as hell weren't the one
who ended up in counselling

because all you can remember of your
baby is one little lock of hair.

Look, I know it was hard, love.

You did what you had to do
to survive. I know that.

You had no choice.

But that doesn't change
what needs to be done now.

I can't.

Barry, please...

I can't.

Since when did your brilliant CV
include 'orthopaedic specialist'?

Since today was declared
Orthopods' annual bloody picnic day.

Mike!

What happened?
No output.

Adrenaline, now.
Adrenaline going in.

Get a cannula into his chest.
On it, Frank.

ABGs. Move it.
What the hell went wrong?

Tension pneumothorax,
toxicity, thrombosis.

Tamponade. Yeah, I know.
Take it easy, Vlasek, take it easy.

Come on, Laszlo.

Come on!

JACK: I've put together
some information for you.

Positive steps to prolong life.

There's a 'Quit for Life' here,
weight-loss program.

There's a referral to a cardiologist
and a dietician there.

Discharge papers.

You realise you're signing yourself
out against medical advice?

Uh-huh. There you go
and... there you go.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

I don't ask you to eat bagels,
I'm not asking you to smoke

so, please, give those leaflets
to someone who needs them.

(MOBILE PHONE PLAYS EROTIC MOANING)

Hey, big bear.

Of course this is your Delilah.

I've been waiting for your call.

You know she'll be back.

Yeah, and probably in just
as much denial as she is now.

Gosh, you know, sometimes I think
the smarter people are,

the more likely it is
that they're gonna fool themselves

into thinking
they've got it all sorted.

Thank you.

You just wait here, girls, OK?

Linda, this is Dr Beaumont.

Hello.

Linda wants us to help,
if we can. So... here we are.

That's great.

Would it be OK if you went through
exactly what'll happen to them?

The... tests and everything.
I'd be happy to.

Thank you.

How's Tom?

Um... he's not great.

Is it... Is it true
that he could die?

I wouldn't lie to you, love.
Is it true?

Yes.

Come with me. Meet him!
He's just up here.

I'll watch the girls
for you if you like.

No.

I...
Linda...

I... I can't.

Please understand, I can't risk
losing him a second time.

I'm sorry.
It's alright.

It's alright.

(QUIETLY) I might take the girls
through to your office.

Thank you.
You've done the right thing.

Shall we go see your son?

Hey, Tom, are you awake?

Can't believe they dragged you back.

I'm sorry.

I generally pride myself
on thinking before I act

but I blew it this time.

A double whammy, meeting you,
being faced with you being so sick.

I never wanted anything
from your family.

They're your family too.

I'd like your sisters, Lara
and Kelly, to meet you if that's OK.

Really?

I think they'll want
to help you, Tom.

No pressure.
It'll be their decision.

How does my mother feel about this?

Can't imagine she's too happy.

She's not.

But then she's never been
all that happy

since the day we had to give you up.

Frank, pH is 6.9.

I say we keep going.

And I think it's time
to cease resuscitation.

Are we all agreed?
No, he's my patient.

Mike, he's gone.
I'll tell you when he's gone.

PH is incompatible with life, Mike.

Are you gonna call it or am I?

(HEART MONITOR FLATLINES)

Time of death, 4:04pm.

Nearly had him to theatre.
You made a good call.

He's dead. What the bloody hell's
so good about that?

Do all the paperwork, will you?

Get in touch with the coroner
and his next of kin.

He had next of kin down as 'self'.

Mike!
Leave him.

A fat embolism
would be my best guess.

I should've anticipated it.

Oh, bullshit. Even God can't see them
coming and you damn well know it.

You ever get the feeling

the universe is trying
to tell you something?

No.
I do.

I liked him.

It's been a long time since
I've said that about a patient.

Or about anyone, for that matter.

Why him?
Oh, I don't know.

Same generation.
Similar backgrounds.

Same taste in music.

Two middle-aged men
living solitary lives.

Maybe.

Anyway, what the hell?

Nobody gave a shit
whether he lived or died.

Well, you did.

A stranger in a hospital -
now there's an achievement.

Oh, come on, Vlasek,
it's not that complicated.

To love is to lose.

But to spend your life avoiding love,

means you end up living alone.

Everyone makes their choices.

Jack! Jack...

Please, stop! Just...

I behaved appallingly. I'm sorry.

I... I was drunk.
I don't know why I did it.

Oh, yes, you do.

Yeah, I do. I mean, weddings - they
always bring out the worst in me.

They're always, "So alone..."
Oh, God, stop it.

You were making a point.
What?!

Not to me, to Steve.
That's ridiculous.

Oh, is it?
Yes!

You can deny it all you want

but it's clear that you still
feel something for him.

It's clear you've thought
a lot about this.

Yeah, I have.

I don't know how we got involved
in this weird triangle thing

but I don't like it

so I think you need to be honest
with yourself and work it out.

And I don't care how you do that,
just... don't involve me, OK?

OK.

Jack...
(SIGHS)

Still my mate, though?

Yes, we're still mates.

Amy...

Glad I caught you.
Really?

What have I done wrong this time?
Nothing.

I saw you with a patient today.

You were sympathetic
and professional.

You're doing some
really good nursing.

I thought you should know.

Wow.

How they change their tune when
they know you're the boss's niece.

Oh, come on,
that's got nothing to do with it.

How stupid do you think I am?

You don't like me, fine. At least
have the guts to be honest about it.

You know what? I'm sorry I spoke.
I'm sorry you did too!

What was all that about?

Nothing.

You know, it's not
a very easy place to get used to.

It took me a while to find my feet.

Just gotta give it some time.

Don't suppose you wanna
get something to eat?

(SIGHS) I get it. The word's out.
"Steer clear of Frank's niece."

I'd love to get something to eat.

I'm starving.
Good.

(SLOW JAZZ PLAYS)

Thought you might like another.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

You look like
you've had a hard week.