All language subtitles for All.Saints.S11E39.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-WH

You saved my life... more than once.

Have you heard any news about Ricky?
This is not about her.

Have you heard anything?
No.

What is it?
My resignation.

What?

Come on, come on! Dad, move it.

OK.

(MOTOR REVS)

Go, go, go!

That rattle gun's sticking.
You better check it.

That's it.

Go on, lad.

Go on, lad. Go on.

Easy into that turn!

That's it. That's it, boy.

He's a second up
on his previous best.

Go, Stewie. Whoa! Under 110!

We are gonna cream it.
(CHUCKLES)

My boy's found his wings.

There'll be no stopping him now!
It's what it's all about, Micky.

(SHOUTS) Well done.

(TYRES SQUEAL)
What's goin' on?

(TYRES SQUEAL)

Shit!

(CRASH!)

STEW: Over here. Hurry!

You guys right?
Yeah, yeah. Over there.

My leg. I can't move it.
G'day, mate. My name's Bree.

So try and relax for me, alright?
That's it.

My dad - he can't get out.

How are you doing, mate?
Been better.

I bet.
(GASPS)

Bree, we're gonna need Medical.
Yeah.

Car 987 to base.

We've got a man trapped between
a car and a concrete barricade.

Requesting a rescue unit
and we're gonna need a doctor.

We got three, maybe four incoming,
two of them critical.

We've gonna need to free
an acute bed, Gabs.

Yeah. No problem.

I take it I'm needed at the raceway.
Bored with surgery?

You know me. Always up for a change.

Get a move on because there's
a man out there with a crush injury.

I'll need four units of O neg
and a bottle of sodium bicarbonate.

The blood's ordered.
Yep. And sodi-bic's on its way.

BREE: Micky Callahan,
20 years old,

hit by a wheel
that came off a race car.

He's got multiple head,
chest and abdominal injuries.

How's the guy with the crush injury?
Still conscious?

He was when we left. Are you coming?

Yeah.

Just give me two minutes.
We'll give you a lift.

He's hypotensive and tachycardic.
His pupils are sluggish and dilated.

OK. On my count. One, two, three.

He's got one litre
of Hartmann's in - that's all.

We'll leave the rest up to you guys.
Thanks.

Let's cut that T-shirt open,
see what we're dealing with,

put another cannula in
and take some bloods.

Sure.

How's that head injury?
It's not great.

I'd say he's fractured his skull.

Looks like his entire rib cage
is shattered as well.

What? From a wheel?

Must've been travelling bloody fast.
Ooh, yeah. Take a look at that.

Be lucky if there's
an intact bone left in his body.

Yeah. Not to mention
major organ damage.

So, where do we start?

With the works. Full trauma X-rays,
abdo, chest and head CTs.

Let's just stick to the basics.

Get his circulation and breathing
under control first.

The rest can wait.
I'll intubate.

You know it'll be a miracle
if he pulls through.

Oh, he's young and fit.

Let's give him
the best chance we can.

The car was handling beautifully
until the last second.

Those bloody wheel nuts. (GASPS)

They must have sheared off.

Hi. I'm Mike Vlasek. I'm a doctor.

You took your time.
Ease up, mate.

This is Ted and his son, Stewart.
Stewart was the driver.

How's he doing?

He's tachycardic,
but his BP's normal.

O2 sats are 99% on 15 litres.

You in much pain?
STEW: Of course he is.

What kind of
stupid question is that?

Stewart, you're not helping.

BREE: Come on, Stew.
Give the doctor some room.

I need to check over some injuries.

I'm fine. Just take care of Dad.

Oh, don't be a mule.
Let the girl look at you.

Come on.

He's an impatient little bugger.

Get back to my question.
How's the pain?

Real bad.
And I can't feel my legs.

Can you move your toes?

(GRUNTS) No.

I'm stuffed, aren't I?

It's not an ideal situation
to be in.

Give it to me straight.

Alright. Well, when your body's
crushed, it releases potassium.

When we move this car,
the potassium goes to your heart.

There's a high possibility
that you could have a heart attack.

You saying I could die?

Yes.

Shit.

We'll do everything in our power
to prevent that happening,

but you need to know
what you're up against.

Dr Campion. Von told me
to prepare for a grilling.

You're early.
Only a few minutes.

Wouldn't want to be late
for my interview.

Just give me a second, will you?
No worries.

X-rays.
Boy, do we need these.

This kid's a mess.
I'll be in there as soon as I can.

Hi.

Where's Micky? (GROANS)
He's being treated.

Just take it easy, OK?

Frank, we're gonna need a hand here.

Yeah, I'll be right with you.

Looks like you could do with
an extra pair of hands.

Got a pair here.
Don't get ahead of yourself, pal.

You haven't got the job yet.
That's easily fixed.

You just say the word. I'm yours.

Stay here. I'll be back.

This my replacement, is it?
Could be.

What's his background?

Why? Are you reconsidering leaving?
No.

Then it's none
of your bloody business, is it?

I really need to see Micky.
I'll find out how he is in a minute.

What happened?

He was clipped by a car,
got a dislocated ankle,

suspected fracture.

Any loss of consciousness?
Not that we know of.

Listen, mate, in a sec I'm gonna
shine a torch in your eyes. You OK?

Do you remember what happened?

Stewie was coming into the pit
when he lost a wheel.

We were right in his path.
There was nowhere to go.

Must have been terrifying.
I thought I was a goner.

Keep on eye on his neuro obs.
Sure.

His airway's clear.

Mate, can you just squeeze
my hands for me?

That's good. Any neck pain?

Nah.

So, how long you been
into car racing?

Since I was a kid.

I was born the day Brockie
won his third Bathurst.

Mum reckons it was my destiny.

(GASPS) Oh!

Is this your first accident?

Usually pretty safe in the pit.
(SHOUTS) Oh! Bloody hell.

(GASPS)
Alright? There you go.

Everything was in perfect condition
when I checked last night.

I swear it was. I wouldn't have
let the car on the track otherwise.

You know, mate, sometimes
you do everything right,

things still go wrong.

You OK now?
Yeah. Thanks.

I'm guessing he'll need X-rays.
Yeah.

We'll need a chest, leg, C-spine,

and I'll need you to do the bloods,
FBCs, UECs, LFTs and coags.

Huddo, can you just swivel
your toes for me?

The other foot.

(GASPS) I can't!
How's the pain?

It's plenty bad.
Morphine?

No, we can't.
He just had 2.5mg 10 minutes ago.

(GASPS)

How about we take the splint off
and see what's happening?

C-spine's clear.
That's something in his favour.

Let's log roll him.

On three.
Wait. Oh, Wait.

One, two, three.

BART: Boggy area at the back.
He'll need a head CT.

BART: Nothing obvious.

How's he doing?
BP's low but it's holding.

STEVE: He's got free fluid
in his abdomen.

He'll need an abdo CT.

What are you waiting for?
I'll get onto Radiology.

Right. Get him there and back
as quickly as possible.

Wait. He's throwing ectopic beats.

Oh, he's acidotic.

Let's add 20 millimoles
of magnesium to his drip.

BP's dropping.

Dan, give him Aramine 1-2mg, IVI.

Come on, Micky.

What's the damage?

Well, as expected,
you've got a dislocated ankle,

and displaced fracture
of the tib and fib.

What's that mean?
Up to three months in plaster.

Three months? No way. I've gotta
get the car back on the track.

Well, when's your next race?
Saturday.

There'll be other races.
This was a big one for us.

Huddo, how's you leg been
since we took off the splint?

It's friggin' killing me.

How are the others?
Did you find out about Micky?

I don't have details
but his injuries are serious.

I gotta call his dad.

Oh!
Careful.

Micky's my apprentice.
I'm meant to be looking after him.

We'll get someone
to call his parents.

Can you feel that, mate?

How about now?
Ow! Hell, yeah.

We've got decreased sensation
to the foot and toes.

It's probably due to the dislocation.

We can't really wait for theatre,
so we'll do the relocation here.

Set up 5mg of Midazolam
and the Entonox.

Sure.
What's going on?

We need to realign your ankle
to improve the blood circulation.

You mean twist it back into place?
Yeah. You got it.

Don't worry. It'll be quick
and certainly help your pain.

I bloody hope so.

Your obs are stable and there's
no sign of a head injury.

You should still come into hospital
for a proper check-up.

What's taking so long?

Why don't they just
move the car and get him out?

Well, it's complicated, Stew.
Mike knows what he's doing.

We're done!

You alright?
Yeah.

Hangin' in there.
That's good.

How are you, mate?
He's fine. A few bumps, that's all.

I told you there's
nothing wrong with me.

Bree, can you run a rhythm strip
while I put another cannula in?

Sure.

What's all that stuff?

Nothing you need
to worry about, mate.

(BREATHES HEAVILY) Why don't you go
and deal with the officials, eh?

I wanna stay with you.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Look, someone's gotta do it.

And I'm not bloody
going anywhere, am I?

(LAUGHS)

Please, son.

I'll have a word
with him if you like.

Don't you tell him a damn thing.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

He needs to know what might happen.

No. He needs to understand
this wasn't his fault.

The minute he knows
that I could die here,

he won't listen
to anything else I say.

I know you think
you're protecting him,

but, trust me, it's
much better to be up-front.

I said no.
You're making a mistake.

He's my son... and it's my decision.

I don't want him to know.

All set?

I’ll get him started on the Entonox.
Excellent.

All I need is someone to provide a
bit of counter-traction for the leg.

I'm free.

Adam Rossi.
Jack Quade.

You've done a relocation before?

If it can be dislocated,
I've relocated it.

Good.

Wanna save some for the procedure?

Er, Huddo, this is Dr Rossi.
He's gonna help us fix your ankle.

Just call me Adam.

How's your pain now?
Is that gas helping?

A bit.

OK. We're just about
ready to go here.

Adam is gonna hold your leg while
I pull the ankle back in position.

Just tell me when it's over.
You'll know.

Just focus on me
and keep sucking on that gas.

What's your choice of machine?

V8s.
The big guns, eh?

I did a lap as a passenger for
a charity event at my last hospital.

It was awesome.
Try sitting behind the wheel.

You drive as well?
Stew’s co-driver bailed a month ago.

I've been training
to take his place.

This was gonna be
my first serious race.

It's been a lifelong dream.

Well, you just picture yourself
in that driver's seat,

heading down the straight
towards the chequered flag.

Now suck on that gas, mate. Go!

(CRUNCH!)
Jesus Christ!

OK. That's in.

We'll get the back-slab on, get
him to X-ray, and check the position.

You, out.

Frank, I thought...

Get a back-slab on. Velband.

Won't be much longer now, Dad.

They'll have you out of here soon.

No rush, mate. I'm alright.

Have a minijet of adrenaline
and Lignocaine ready.

Yep.

Guess we're out of the race
this weekend.

Blows any chance we had
of moving up into the main series.

Another year at this level
won't hurt.

All the work we've put in, wasted.

No, no, no. 12 months,
you'll be faster, stronger.

Look at me. Look at me, son!

You've gotta stay focused,
no matter what happens.

You can't let the bumps
and the scrapes get you down.

Hey, Ted, you alright?

His heart rate's up
and he's hypertensive.

Hey, come on, Dad. Just take it easy.
We'll talk about it later, eh?

Should have double-checked
those wheel nuts like I always did.

You would have if I wasn't
screaming at you to hurry up.

There'll be other races, mate.

You'll get your turn
on the winner's podium.

And I'll be right there with you.

You'd better be. I need someone
to pay for these repairs.

(CHUCKLES)

MAN: Mike, we're good to go.

We'll be right, eh, Doc?

Rescue are ready to move the car.
About time.

Heath and I will support your weight
when the move the car away, alright?

Yeah.

If you've got anything else to say,
now would be a good time for it.

No. I've said what I had to.

Anyhow, I'm gambling on you
pulling me through.

Sure.

You right?
Yeah.

All set?
Yeah.

Let's do it. Nice and slow.
MAN: OK, fellas.

Keep pushing those fluids through.

I love you, son.

(CRUNCH!)
Dad!

He's in VT.
What happened?

Charging.

Stay back.

Clear.

His BP's still really low.

We need to find this bleed.

We can't take him to Radiology.
He's too unstable.

There's no chance of locating it
with a physical exam.

The bruising's too extensive.

I can't hear any dullness, either.
His abdominal muscles are too tight.

Where's that bloody surgical consult
we ordered?

They're busy with another patient.
I will tell them it's urgent, AGAIN.

Or we could do a DPL.

What the hell's that?

It's a diagnostic peritoneal lavage.
I've never done one before.

It's simple - just flush
a bag of fluids through the abdomen,

drain it again to check for blood.

It's a big archaic.

Works when you're 600km
from a hospital

and someone's been kicked
in the guts by a bull.

No wonder I haven't
heard of it, then.

What have we got to lose?

While he's waiting for theatre
we can see where he's bleeding from.

When he hits the table
they'll know exactly what to do.

Just give me two minutes
to check this consult again.

I'd rather go the conventional way
first.

You're the boss.

Hey, you're still here.
How did it go with Frank?

It hasn't happened.
Busy morning.

Yeah, well,
it's gonna be busy all day.

I may as well do something useful
and catch a movie.

Oh, at the risk of repeating myself,

if you wanna be a locum
all your life, go ahead.

Well, how long do I have to wait?

All day, all night,
as long as it takes.

You see, permanent positions don't
come along in the ED very often.

Charlotte, here you go -
details on your resus man.

I've spoken to the parents.
They're in Coffs Harbour.

They're gonna be driving back
so that'll take a few hours.

Thank you.

Yeah, hi, Charlotte Beaumont AGAIN.

No, I ordered an urgent
surgical consult half an hour ago.

Fine, fine,
I will sort it out myself.

Can you believe
there is not ONE surgeon available?

With Mike out of action,
everyone's gonna be flat chat.

That doesn't help.

So, how does it feel knowing
you're gonna be unemployed tomorrow?

Fantastic.

Are we that horrible?

Oh, no.
What are you gonna do?

Uh, well,
I'm thinking about going overseas,

and I'll probably do
a bit of community work and stuff.

Excuse me.

I'm Senior Constable Patterson
and this is Constable Miller.

We're looking for Dan Goldman.

Is this about Erica Templeton?

Is Mr Goldman here?

I'll get him.

Paramedics called. Mike's
on his way in and he wants resus.

ETA?
10 minutes.

They wanna speak to Dan.

Dan, the police are here.
They'd like to talk with you.

Why?
I don't know.

Well, I've gotta help out here.

I'll do this.
No, that's fine.

Alright, Steve,
you can set up for the DPL.

No consult available?
You got it.

But downgrade him to sub-acute 'cause
Mike's got a major trauma incoming.

No problem. OK. Let's do it.

I'll need a catheter, antibody
cover, ampicillin, gentamicin.

I'll take care of that
once we've moved him.

Anybody pick up a newspaper today?
BART: Why?

If you could read the print
through the drained fluids

it's only a small bleed.

If you can't then
there's something major going on.

Doesn't sound very accurate.
It's an oldie but a goodie.

OK, portable oxygen monitors
are attached.

Great, let's move. Nice and easy.

Dan, could be good news.

Yeah, let's just
get the patient looked at first.

How long's he been down?

We had him back in sinus rhythm
prior to transport.

He arrested again
just when we pulled up here.

I thought he was OK.
Where's Von?

She's coming, she's coming.

He has obvious pelvic injuries.
Pedal pulse is absent in both legs.

He was given bicarb
before the release

and was hypotensive
before the second arrest.

Uh-huh. On my three. One, two, three.

He's got two large-bore IVCs

and he's on his second unit
of O neg blood.

I'm right here, Dad.
Why don't we wait back here?

Give him adrenaline,
set up to defib.

I'm Von.
I don't understand. He was fine.

He was talking
and then they moved the car and...

Has anyone explained to you what
happens with this kind of injury?

No-one's told me anything.

OK, charging to 360
and adrenaline is going in.

Well, your ankle's back in place.
Everything looks good.

You told me it'd feel better.
Yeah, it should.

Something's not right.
It feels tight, like it's burning.

OK, we'll have a look.

Ah, circulation is still compromised.

How?
I don't know.

Let's remove the back-slab.

What?

We're going to take the cast off,
Huddo.

You only just put it on.
What are you doing to me?

Well, we just need to get the blood
flowing more effectively.

I thought you said you'd fixed it.

I had hoped that
once we got the ankle back in place

then the circulation would improve.

It hasn't, so we'll just take the
back-slab off and see if that helps.

You people are supposed to
know what you're doing.

We do. Unfortunately
it's a process of elimination.

Don't give me that crap.
Just fix the damn thing.

(SIGHS)

Catheter's in.
Jack, can you attach a bag?

Bruising's most prominent here.

I'm guessing
that's the point of hardest contact.

Need an infusion of
500ml warm saline.

On its way.

OK, let's do it.

OK, that's it.

Let them run through,
give them time to settle.

Open the tap and drain again
and see what we come up with.

I told you it was simple.

Dan, the catheter bag! I got it.
Shit. I'll change the sheets.

No, the only thing you need to do
is talk to the police.

You won't be able to think straight
until you find out what they want.

We're OK, mate, if you need to go.

I'll go with you if you want.
No, it's...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hi, Dan.
Is there somewhere we can talk?

Please let it be good news.

There's no chance of
reading the paper through that.

It'd definitely internal bleeding,
probably his spleen.

Yeah. How long away?

That's not good enough.
This is urgent.

(DISCONNECT TONE)

They just hang up on you?

They have a backlog.

There won't be a surgeon or a
theatre available for one hour.

We'll see about that.
Should I ask what you're planning?

Taking him to theatre.

Not letting him die because some kid
in front of us needs a tonsillectomy.

OK, you have my full support.
Thank you.

Any sign of Dan?

No. He's been
with the police for ages.

Well, mate, I've got this guy sorted
if you wanna go and check on him.

He didn't want me to get involved,
so let's just get Micky to theatre.

OK, let's go.

(ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES)

Aw, Jesus.

Micky!

(YELLS IN PAIN) It's killing me!

It's alright,
we're gonna call the doctor.

Hurry!

GABRIELLE: Clear.

Nothing.
Oh, no!

I've killed them.
No.

Listen. Just...

I want you to calm down, alright?

Listen to me.
We haven't give up on anyone.

Now, you're going to take
some deep breaths for me. Come on.

(INHALES HEAVILY)
Keep it going. Come on.

When Dad was trapped, all I could
talk about was the bloody car

and how we're gonna miss the race.

There's so much I should have said.

If I could just have
one more minute with him.

(SIGHS)

What's happened?

I removed the back-slab
but his pain's getting worse.

Make it stop.
We're trying.

Can't give him anymore morphine.

Yeah, I know. Oh, damn it!

What's wrong.
The leg, it's hot and tense.

He's got compartment syndrome.

Sorry, I can't help myself.
It's fine, mate. You're right.

Can you check it with the tonometres?
Sure.

You'll need a fasciotomy.
Yes, thank you.

I'm aware of that.
What's he talking about?

The swelling in your leg -
it's compromising your circulation,

so we're gonna have to get you to
theatre as soon as possible.

I told you to stay away
from the patients.

Just observing, Dr Campion.

About that conversation
we never had.

That'll have to wait.
Bart, you're needed in resus.

(PANTS)

Keep pushing that blood through.
I only have one pair of hands, Mike.

Where the bloody hell
are my nursing staff?

Where's Dan?
He was with the police.

Take a break, Vlasek.

Mike.

Adrenaline going in.

Clear.

Nup, no change.
Go again.

How long are we gonna do this?
Charlotte's right. It's time.

You gonna tell his son that?
Go again.

That kid doesn't have a clue
what's happening.

Why didn't you let him know
what to expect?

His father wouldn't let me.
I couldn't go against his wishes.

Charged. Clear.

No, that's it - I'm calling it.

I'll let the son know.
Wait. Wait!

We've got a heartbeat.

It's weak and thready,
but it's definitely there.

This may not last.
I'll bring him in.

Give him atropine, 500 mikes.
Get him to theatre, will you?

No, I think I'll let you do that.
They might actually listen to you.

Come on.

Is he gonna be OK?

It's too early to tell that,

but he might deteriorate again,

so whatever it is you need to say,
I'd do it now.

Can he hear me?

He'll know you're here.

Dad.

It's me, Stew.

Hi.

Any idea how long it'll be
before we can talk?

None whatsoever.

(SIGHS)
Yes, the ED here.

Listen, Mike Vlasek is on his way up
to you. He'll be there any second.

Make sure there's a theatre ready
to go when he gets there, will ya?

Oh. Well, thank YOU.

Right. Let's go.

Great.

Uh, just hang on a sec.

Can I help you?
I'm looking for Dr Campion.

That's me.

Senior Constable Patterson.
Uh-huh.

Thought you'd like to know,
we're taking Dan Goldman with us.

What?

Where is he?
Outside with my partner.

(GROANS)
Not a good idea.

Nobody takes one of my staff
without a bloody good reason.

We'll look after him.

Um...

Look, if he wants someone to come,
or pick him up,

tell him to give me a ring.

I will.

Hey. We good?

As soon as the vascular surgeon's
available we'll take you to theatre.

I just need your signature
on these consent forms.

Come on, Huddo,
we need you to sign them.

Just settle down.
Take your hands off me!

I know you're in pain,

but that doesn't give you
the right to swing at me.

Sorry!
You OK?

Yeah, he just lost it.
His leg's starting to discolour.

We need to do something
about his pain.

We can't wait for theatre so we'll
have to do an emergency fasciotomy.

You'll need 5mg of midazolam.

Wish I could help.

Huddo, I need you to listen to me.

The fluid building up
under your skin

is restricting the nerves and cells.

It's cutting off the blood supply.

We're gonna make an incision
along your leg

and that'll relieve the pressure.

Like hell you do.
Mate, I don't think you understand.

There's no blood...
I understand.

Touch my friggin' leg again
and I'll kill ya.

If we don't do this, your nerves
will be permanently damaged.

You might even lose your leg.

Then I'll sue your arse
for every cent it's worth.

You screwed me around enough. You're
not doing another thing to me.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come in.

Don't suppose you've seen Dan,
by any chance?

(SIGHS) Close the door.

What?

Just come in and close the door.

Have a seat.
What is it?

Please, just sit down.

Dan's gone with the police.

They found Erica's body
in bushland this morning.

They say what happened?

They're treating the case
as a murder.

You spoken to Dan?
Uh, no. No, I haven't.

But as soon as I do,
I'll tell the others what happened.

You OK?

Stupid. (CHUCKLES)

I kept trying to get him
to face the fact that...

..something bad
must have happened to her.

But I...

You forgot to give yourself
the same advice.

Something like that.

Yeah, well,
none of us wanted to believe it.

Just as we thought.

Pelvis completely shattered and he's
got bladder and kidney damage.

We'll need to stabilise his pelvis
prior to transport.

We'll be moving him soon.

I've got so much to say.

I just can't...
Why don't you tell me?

Me and Dad
have always been about cars.

We've got oil in our veins,
hey, Dad?

Where have you been?
Sorry.

Mike.

We've got blood in the urine.

Let's hurry this along, shall we?
I reckon I finally got it today.

All those years you've been drumming
it into me. I got my wings, Dad.

BP is dropping.
Aramine 2mg, IVI.

Adrenaline on stand-by.
Push those bloods through.

It's all because of you. I won't
let you down. I'll make you proud.

(MONITOR BEEPS)
VF.

Don't leave me.
We're a team. Come on!

Come on. Let go.
Adrenaline in.

You've gotta let go now.
Charging 360.

Let the doctors do their job.

Clear?

I never got to tell him
how much I love him.

OK. Sorry. Come on.

Still in VF.
Charging again. 360.

This is crazy.
He's scared.

Yeah, I realise that,
but if we don't do this fasciotomy

he's gonna end up
with permanent damage to his leg.

Well, if he continues
to refuse treatment, what can we do?

Sedate him.
Not exactly ethical.

Oh, well, we're talking
about saving a guy's leg

and quite possibly his life.

Let them drag me
in front of the ethics committee.

What are they gonna do? Sack me?

You want things to happen?

Call his bluff.

I don't want you near me.

OK. Would you like me
to get you another doctor?

Oh, you're all the bloody same.
Just get out.

Fine. That suits me fine.

Gotta knock off soon.

By then your toe's gonna be black
and your leg'll be grey.

At that stage the only option left
is gonna be to amputate.

Amputate?

Yeah. You can say goodbye
to your driving career.

Oh, Dr Quade!
No, I'm sorry.

I just have to give the facts.

I mean, if he continues
to refuse treatment,

his leg is gonna become necrotic
and he'll probably end up dying.

What's he talking about?
You know what?

This can't be my problem.
It's my last day here today.

Let someone else deal with it.
That's enough.

I'm gonna sort this out.
What, how are you gonna do that?

He's refusing treatment.
We can't force him.

(SIGHS)

Listen, I'm gonna leave you
with some pain relief.

But apart from that,
you're on your own.

I don't wanna die.
I know.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

But you need to trust us.

Dr Campion.

Busy.
I've been waiting for hours.

Yeah, well, things didn't
go to plan. That's life in the ED.

If you wanna work here,
you gotta be flexible.

Alright, here's the situation.

You're gonna be a doctor short.

I have other places to consider.

I'll be making my decision today.

If you can't spare me
a few minutes to convince me

why I should take the job in your ED,
well, we'll forget it now, hey?

Listen, son,
I haven't got time for bullshit.

You've seen how the ED works.

You wouldn't be here
if you didn't want the job.

Sit down.

I've seen your work.
I know you're a good doctor.

Thanks.

What I wanna ask you about
is your staying power.

You've worked in a lot of hospitals.

You don't have much of a record
for sticking around.

Why's that?

I was in my early 20s,
straight out of uni.

I was just testing the water.

I'm not gonna invest resources
in someone

who's gonna piss off
at the first sign of trouble.

I'm not afraid of hard work
and it takes a lot to rattle me.

Right. So what's different
this time?

Those other places didn't feel right.

Oh.
But your ED does.

It's probably time I left my feet
in one place for a while.

Mmm.

This doesn't have anything
to do with Von, does it?

Look, I'd be happy to tell you that
story, but half of it belongs to her.

Oh, come on. What's the big secret?

If spilling the beans is
a prerequisite for getting the job,

I'll start filling out
those other applications.

Sit down.

Sit down!

Nothing else you've done has worked.

We've had to rule things out
one by one.

But the bottom line is
you need this procedure.

Otherwise everything you've worked
for will have been for nothing.

You still wanna race, don't you?

Shit, yeah.
Then get this done.

In 10 minutes it'll be over.

In three months
you'll be back behind the wheel.

Alright. Do it.

OK, let's not waste any time.
Midazolam.

Right here.

We're gonna need
an extra pair of hands.

Yeah, can you grab someone
while I set up and this time,

make sure they're
actually employed here.

Sorry about before.
I kind of panicked.

How's your leg?

I can't feel my toes.
My whole foot's numb.

OK, well, you're about
to feel pretty drowsy.

You need me, mate?
Yeah. Can you take his airway?

This is Huddo.
Huddo, I'm Steve.

Not another bloody doctor.

I see you've made
quite the impression.

I'm gonna go get scrubbed.

How are you doing, Huddo?
Still with us, mate?

What?
I didn't say anything.

More gauze.

(SIGHS)

Mate, it's my last day.
Do not ruin it with those looks.

So easy to wind up. This place
is gonna be boring without you.

Well, I'm pretty sure
you'll find someone else to torment.

Guys. Huddo, how are you doing?

You're back with us, mate?

When are you gonna start?

Mate, we've pretty much finished.
Oh.

Jeez. Feels better.

You're still gonna have to go
to theatre, though.

But the sensation of circulation
has returned

so it looks like
you're gonna make a full recovery.

Looks like a good result all round.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

Let's call it.

Time of death, 1445.

You did everything you could, Mike.

I'm sure his son
will find that reassuring.

What is wrong with you?

Nothing.

I'm gonna call
and cancel those bloods.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

You knew all along
this would happen.

You let me think
that he was gonna be OK.

I never misled you.

What, you just didn't tell me
the truth? What's the difference?

It was your father's decision.
Don't you DARE blame him!

Enough, Stew.

He was the best dad in the world.

Thanks to you,
I didn't get to tell him.

I need to be with him.

I haven't made any friends today.
No, you haven't.

At the end of the day,
Stew's still here.

If I'd told him
how bad things were up-front,

he'd be dealing with it a lot better.

Tough call.

Had a few of those to make lately.

That's why you get paid
the big bickies.

JACK: You busy?

No, no, no. Come in.

(SIGHS)

Just thought I'd... (CLEARS THROAT)

..say my goodbyes now.

Been pretty hectic today,
I didn't really...

..wanna miss the opportunity
to say thanks.

For everything.
Oh. You're welcome.

Hey, listen, I haven't
made my decision

about your replacement yet in case
you feel like changing your mind...

Nah.

Well, at least have a drink with me.

Uh, no, Frank. I've still got
half an hour of shift left.

So do I.

I'm gonna miss you, Jackie-boy.

Really?
Why do you look so surprised?

I don't know. Just thought...

Staff come and go
and the world keeps turning.

Yeah, it does, doesn't it?

Salut.

Hmm.

What's up?

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah. I'll leave you to it.

Yes. Oh, hi, Dan.

Yeah, mate. Yeah, mate.

I heard.

So where are the farewell drinks
tonight?

Don't know.

Yes, I understand and I assure you
it will be dealt with.

So I've just copped an earful
from the Num in theatre

because one of my doctors entered
a sterile environment

and refused to leave
until his patient was operated on.

Right. Wonder who
that could have been?

So how's the patient?
He's minus a spleen.

But he made it through surgery
and now he's in ICU.

That's fantastic.
Consider yourself disciplined.

Got it.

Jaeger, where are those
employment thingies?

Have you checked the file
marked 'Employment'?

Ah, so it is official.
As soon as I sign those forms.

Congratulations.
Thanks.

Haven't even left the building
and Frank's replaced you.

Yeah, mate, life goes on.

It's a pity you're leaving. I
thought we made a really good team.

You've got bloody big shoes
to fill, pal, you know that?

I've got big feet.

So where's the farewell party?
Just at our house.

Tonight. Just beer, pizzas.
Nothing big.

Uh, look, before you all leave, I've
got something I need to tell you.

I just got off the phone to Dan

and he's gone home to the farm,

to be with his family.

What? For how long?

Indefinitely.

They found Erica, didn't they?

Yes, they have.

I'll call him.
Don't.

He's where he needs to be.

Let's not do the...
Yeah, let's cancel that.

I don't really think
anyone wants to party.

I need to get home to Zach.

This is not goodbye.

BART: Hey.

Good luck.

Looks like I picked a great day
to get a new job.

Explain at home.

See ya, boss.

See ya, mate.

Jack.

Have a ball.