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I've been using you. You're right. Never said I minded.

I'm not comfortable being that sort of guy.

I told you what would happen if you left.

So he's been violent to you before.

Do you want me to contact the police?

(WHISPERS) It's OK.

Your bags are in the back.

You alright?

Yeah.

What's the call-out? Domestic siege.

Guy with a gun, holding hostages. Where do we come into it?

Not entirely sure at this stage.

(SIREN WAILS)

MAN: (OVER TWO-WAY RADIO) Request for reinforcements approved.

Two more units mobilised and on approach. ETA 10 minutes.

Hey.

What's going on? Police were called to a domestic.

Shots have been fired inside. Anybody injured?

Not that we know of.

But the guy with the gun requested a doctor, which is why you're here,

and she's running the show.

Senior Detective Bronwyn Allen,

acting as police negotiator with the hostage-taker.

Hi. Dr Vlasek?

Yeah. Anyone hurt? One - that we know of.

Until we're sure, I'm not sending my team into a house with a gunman.

We're not asking you to

until I decide the hostage-taker's no longer a threat,

then I'd ask you to enter with a police escort.

Why don't you let me talk to him?

Then I can find out what kind of injuries we're dealing with.

Yeah. Sorry. I can't risk it. You're not a trained negotiator.

Maybe if he realises I'm a doctor, he'd be more willing to talk.

No.

(SHOUTS) Oi! I told you I wanted a doctor. What's the hold-up?

You stay here. I'll deal with this.

Hey. I was getting worried about you.

I'm sorry I'm late. No, I mean really worried.

You just took off yesterday. I'm fine now.

You sure?

OK. Well, there's a patient in Acute who needs half-hourly obs.

When you're ready.

Any word on that patient who disappeared on me yesterday -

Ian Kingsley?

Er, no. But I have told Triage to page you if he happens to turn up.

I've already left half a dozen messages on his mobile.

He never has it on when he's on the booze.

He's probably sleeping it off somewhere.

Well, I hope not.

I'm positive I was pretty clear about the severity of his condition.

Maybe he's gone to another E.D. Why would he do that?

To avoid running into someone.

Oh. Yeah.

Would you like me to make some calls,

see if I can track him down?

Thanks. I appreciate that.

Patient in Subacute admitted via Triage.

Claudia Gee. Can you see her, or not?

Are you gonna tell me what she's complaining of or make me guess?

Well, she's shy. Won't say until a doctor's present.

I reckon it's gynaecological.

Settle her in, get me a set of obs. Done and done. When you're ready.

What are you two fighting about this time?

Nothing.

Here's Dr West.

Hi, Claudia. I'm Bart. Hi.

I can get a female doctor for you if you prefer.

You'll do. I just didn't wanna go over it and over it again.

You know, it's kinda embarrassing. What's wrong?

I've been with my boyfriend for two years now and...

..suddenly we can't have sex.

We want to. We feel like it.

But when we get down to it, I can't.

When you say you can't, is that because it's painful?

No. We can't at all.

Like, he can't get it in. I'm like a steel trap.

Wow.

Have you tried lubrication? Yeah. Buckets.

And anything else I can think of that might relax me,

but as soon as Greg gets anywhere near me - bang, nothing.

Well, no bang, nothing.

How long's this been going on?

Almost 12 weeks.

Have you had an IUD fitted recently? Started any new medication?

Could you be pregnant?

She hasn't had sex in three months.

(CHUCKLES) It's not likely. (LAUGHS)

I'd like to check anyway.

Could you lie back and take your belt off? I need to feel your abdomen.

If nothing shows up from this,

I will have to do an internal examination, if that's okay with you.

Yeah, it's fine. I just want answers, Bart.

I'm getting desperate. We want answers too.

The sooner we get them, the sooner we can start fixing things.

OK?

Apparently the hostage-taker

is the son of the couple living in the house.

Holding his folks hostage? Looks that way.

Any idea what it's about?

No mental health issues that we know about,

but evidently not the first time

the neighbours have called the cops to a dispute.

Domestic violence. Just been loud arguments up to now.

(SHOUTS) My mother's dying. Where's that doctor?

I told you, Andy. We can't send in a doctor while you're armed.

Now, how about you bring your mother to the door?

We'll send one of my officers to get her.

(SHOUTS) She can't move. She's in too much pain.

JO: Hey, what are you doing?

You're not going in there. It's way too risky.

Abseiling off a cliff's risky. But we do it if we have to.

We don't know for sure the woman is hurt.

He could be lying.

Steve!

Put the gun down where we can see it.

We need you to help us to help her.

Steve! Back here. Now!

What the hell is he doing? Stop him.

Andy! I'm a doctor.

Just wanna help your mother.

Just wanna help you, mate.

Then get in here.

Look... Get in here!

(GASPS)

Oh!

You better not be a cop.

Open that bag.

It's all medical supplies, OK?

Oxygen cylinder, heart monitor, fluids for replacing blood.

Mate, mate, just do me a favour? I really don't like guns, OK?

Fair dinkum, mate, I just wanna look after your mother and get out.

Lose the jacket and give me the radio.

(SIGHS) (SHOUTS) Come on! Do it.

Alright. Now get in there.

Mum.

He's a doctor. He's come to help you.

Put the gun down, Andy, please.

(MAN COUGHS) Put it down.

(WHEEZES)

H-help me.

Forget him. He's in a bad way.

I-I'm dying.

Once you've seen to my mum, you can go.

For God's sake, help me. SHUT UP!

OK.

The good news is there's no sign of any obstruction such as growths,

lesions or prolapsed cervix.

Well, what else could be causing this?

There's a few possibilities.

There's no sign of a yeast infection,

but we're gonna check the swab for that

as well as STDs.

It's not an STD. Greg wouldn't screw around.

What about you?

I'm just asking.

Yeah. Well, you don't when you're playing for keeps.

He's the one? Yeah. Greg's amazing.

But he's only human.

(SIGHS) How long's he gonna put up with this?

We're also gonna check for a urinary tract

and localized infection or skin allergy.

If Greg's the one, he'll stick by you until we find out what's going on.

Yeah. Well, we all have our limits.

He's your partner.

If you've had a good sex life up until now, he's gonna understand

that this is as frustrating for you as for him.

Yeah. I was just hoping it would be something simple and fixable.

Then we're all hoping the same thing.

I'll be back soon as I can.

She can handle a gynae exam,

but she can't handle her boyfriend's penis?

Does that make any sense?

It could be an involuntary spasm of the muscles surrounding the vagina

that only occurs when she's about to have sex.

That sucks. What could cause the spasms?

Oh, a few possibilities.

One could be a residual fear of pain that occurred

during an early or acute stage of an infection

that's either resolved itself or become chronic.

You know a lot about this stuff.

Well, that would be because I'm a doctor.

Lucky the spasms didn't happen with the boyfriend in situ.

Way more embarrassing to have to come in with him still attached.

I'll get Gabrielle to replace you if you think this is a joking matter.

I'm not joking.

Sex dysfunction causes relationship and self-esteem problems.

OK. Message received. Good.

Hey, Bart.

Any chance we can lighten up a little bit, you and me?

Today'd be great for that pathology, thanks, Amy.

My name's Mike Vlasek.

I head the Medical Response Unit. Andy, pick up the phone.

Just talk to the answering machine, say what you need to say,

then hang up.

I need to speak to Dr Taylor.

I need to find out about your mum, see what her injuries are.

Please, Andy, pick up.

Let me speak to him.

No.

Andy, please.

Alright. You tell me what to say and I'll pass it on.

It's not that simple. I'm not stupid!

Alright? Just tell me.

Your mother has multiple chest and abdominal contusions,

probable internal injuries,

suspected rib fracture, as well as a fractured left radius.

Oh, Jesus.

Who did this to her?

(BREATHES HEAVILY) Oh, man.

Alright.

You write it down...

..so I get it right.

I want Steve out of there. Yeah.

You and me both.

We lost our one bargaining chip when he decided to play hero.

What the hell was he thinking?

He wasn't thinking.

Alright. Yes. Thank you.

That's all the local hospitals.

Ian Kingsley hasn't presented at any.

Could he be using another name?

Who knows?

Well, we need to find him.

Could be lying dead in some motel room somewhere.

Let's call the police on this one, eh, Von?

Don't worry, Claire. We'll handle this.

Hey. This condition you say Ian's got, CVST - how serious it?

It puts him at risk of fatal stroke at any moment,

but with anticoagulant treatment, he could make a good recovery.

You don't know anything that might help track him down?

Nope. Alright.

You take a break. Get some fresh air.

Get away from me! Let me go NOW!

Don't scream. Just listen.

I want you to come home, Claire. Screw what you want.

You have no rights in my life. You're not a part of it anymore.

You got sights set on bigger things, eh?

Fancy yourself that doctor's slut?

Go to hell. He can't make you happy.

I'm the only one that can do that.

(YELLS) Get out of my life.

If you come near me again...

How long was he fitting?

Three minutes. Oh, make it just over four.

You were with him when it happened?

Anything precede it?

No. We were talking. He collapsed.

That's all.

OK. Ready to go? Let's go.

Where did he come from?

Turned up in the grounds. Had a seizure. Claire called it in.

Um... you right with him for a minute?

Yeah. Sure.

That's my patient. Rossi's got it.

What happened?

He was just there... all of a sudden.

He must have been waiting to catch me alone.

You OK? Yeah. Just a bit shaky, that's all.

I'll get him out of here as soon as possible.

Reeks of booze.

Been on an all-night bender, by the looks of things.

Pupils sluggish, but equal and reactive.

How long was he seizing? About four minutes.

He's had a total of 5mg of midazolam.

Mmm. He needs a loading dose of heparin.

GABRIELLE: Do you want me to get onto Radiology?

Please. No.

Er... he'll need a head CT and a chest X-ray.

Oh, let's make that ICU's problem, shall we?

He may well have had a stroke.

All the more reason to be in ICU rather than here.

How is she?

No better than the last time you asked.

Her blood pressure's very low. Christ, Mum.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come back.

Let's go now, you and me.

Leave him... Internal bleeding? How bad's that?

Can't be sure without a scan.

She needs a hospital anyway. I couldn't deal with it here.

(MAN SOBS)

Have they got paramedics out there?

Yeah. Alright.

Have them come in and get her. I'm not leaving you.

I'll just stay until I know you're safe.

I want you safe too. You have to come with me.

Hey, I can look after myself.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

No tricks. Alright?

No cops dressed up as ambos or anything like that.

I don't want anyone else getting hurt.

You and me both.

I'll make sure they play by the book.

Yeah. (GROANS)

And don't even think about helping him.

(COUGHS)

(WHIMPERS)

What are they waiting for?

She wants Andy to make the first move.

Well, how come she gets to call the shots

when it's one of our guys taken hostage?

She's a cop and we're not.

Another five minutes, though, and I'm going over her head.

STEVE: (OVER WALKIE-TALKIE) Mike, you there?

Gotcha, Steve.

What's the situation? Mother's condition's deteriorating.

But we got permission for paramedics to bring her out.

Just keep him talking. See if you can find out how many are inside.

So is it just the one casualty?

Only the one coming out at this sta...

Steve? What's happening?

How am I supposed to let them know what equipment to bring in?

I can pretend to be a paramedic. I'll go in with Bree.

Stupid idea. Excuse me?

Well, if you go and you blow it,

that means there's two doctors inside and no-one out.

I'll go.

Can we do this safely?

Yeah. So long as no-one else feels like playing hero.

OK.

Here you are. Oh, hey.

Dr West said it was OK. I couldn't stand it inside. Any news?

Nothing showing up at this stage. This is doing my head in.

I have a torts assignment due. I totally can't focus.

What are you studying? Law.

How you going? High distinctions.

I like to do well.

I'm pretty competitive.

Is it a lot of pressure? This is not about stress.

And there's nothing lurking in my past,

if that's what you're about to ask.

I mean, sex with Greg isn't psychologically fraught.

It's the best. Was the best.

Semester break, we went to Bali and we shagged ourselves stupid.

(LAUGHS)

Red-hot to frigid in the space of a few months.

There's no such thing as frigid.

Guys just use that as a put-down when we don't fancy them.

And you fancy Greg, right? Are you kidding?

So no more blaming yourself, OK?

(MONITOR BEEPS)

Here we go.

I think he's coming back.

Ian? Do you know where you are, mate?

You're at All Saints emergency department, mate.

You had a seizure. Do you remember anything about it?

Claire was with me.

That's right. How many fingers am I holding up?

Two. Good.

Claire pushed me.

The seizure you had

was a result of the condition we diagnosed you with yesterday,

the CVST.

Remember that?

Hopefully, now we can start your treatment.

Can't stay... Claire, she's upset. Tried to talk to her.

Sorry, stuck with us for the time being.

Had to find her.

She just headed out one day. Never came back.

Came all the way from Perth just to find Claire.

Do... anything... fix things up.

My fault... drank too much...

We can work it out.

Well, only if it's what you both want.

I love her.

Just need her to accept that.

Maybe you just need to accept that it's over.

Claire and me... we're meant to be together.

(MAN BREATHES ERRATICALLY)

Somebody help me!

Shut up.

I haven't managed to assess his injuries yet.

Please, son, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. One more word!

Please, Andy, please come with me.

Mum, these folks will get you safely to a hospital.

Once you're there, you call me, OK? Let me know you're alright.

After that, it's over.

We're good to go.

You get that about the call? Yeah, I got it.

(SOBS)

Don't leave me! Don't leave me!

This is ridiculous.

Hey, you wanna stay? Fine!

Extra insurance. That's bullshit, mate.

I'm all the insurance you need. She stays.

(SIGHS)

Why keep us here if you won't let us help him?

Because the minute I let you go,

50 cops will storm the place, take him to hospital and fix him up.

That's not gonna happen. What will happen? What's your plan?

If you really wanted him dead,

you would've put another bullet in him by now.

You wanna know why not?

Because when all this went to shit,

I thought there was one way that I could make it good.

I'm gonna make this as long and as painful as I can, old man.

If you suffer even half of what you put Mum through all these years,

it will have been worth it.

Hospital will call as soon as Hannah arrives.

Yeah, well, do they know how much is riding on her phoning her son?

Hope so. (PHONE RINGS)

Hi. Andy.

Yeah, just a sec. He wants to speak to you.

(SIREN WAILS)

If he asks about his mum, paint a pretty picture.

This is Mike Vlasek. Your mum's safely on her way to hospital.

You've got no problem with us.

Why don't you just let my team go?

Nothing happens until I've talked to Mum.

Detective Allen wants to talk to you.

I don't want to talk to her!

You just tell her if my mum dies, she won't be the last.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(BREATHES SHARPLY) I just wanted to get her away from him, you know?

Take her somewhere so he couldn't get at her anymore.

Keep her safe.

Call this off now, there's a chance you can still do that.

(SCOFFS) When this is over, I'll be dead or in jail.

Letting him die is the only way I can protect her now.

How long's this gonna take?

Dunno. Could be hours.

(WHIMPERS)

Come on, just let us take a look at him.

No. When I've talked to my mum, one of you can go.

When he's dead, the other one can go.

(WHIMPERS AND CRIES OUT)

After that, I don't care what happens.

Yeah, I get that, but Dr Campion wants him moved ASAP.

So if you could let us know as soon as one's available?

Thank you.

How's he doing? Oh, not good.

He's lucid some of the time but lapsing back into disorientation.

Not much risk of him doing a runner now.

No.

What do you know about him and Claire?

I thought I said I wanted Ian Kingsley moved to ICU.

Still nothing available.

If they haven't come up with anything within the next hour,

we'll have to make other arrangements.

He's not actually doing anyone any harm.

I want him out of here.

I'm doing the scans he needs, Frank. Then do them quick.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

So she's not pregnant. No UTI or yeast infection either.

The results on the STD aren't back yet,

but she claims it's not possible.

Hm. Was she sexually active before? Very.

She and her partner spent a week in Bali a few months back,

rooting like rabbits.

Ugh.

Oh, what? We've all done it.

Course, it could be purely psychological.

She says not - she's done some online research.

Oh, well, that settles it then.

Life would be so much easier if everyone googled their symptoms

instead of wasting our time.

Don't get narky. I'm only telling you what the patient told me.

Memory of early trauma can be suppressed -

rape and sexual abuse are common causes for this type of thing.

OK, but why would she suddenly have problems if she's been OK till now?

Mm. Interesting, isn't it?

The human sex drive is as basic as it gets,

and yet we seem to have an unlimited capacity

for complicating it out of existence.

It is interesting, don't you think?

(MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY)

I'm just gonna get a doctor to have a look at you.

Cut it out. You've got no right to even be here.

The doctors think I do.

As soon as there's a bed free in ICU, you're being transferred.

Meanwhile, do us both a favour and forget I exist.

I can't. It's not over.

I love you, Claire bear.

I moved heaven and earth to get to a place where you couldn't find me.

Why do you think that was?! Claire?

If he's bothering you... He's trying to intimidate me.

And it won't work.

Don't give her a hard time. She can't help it.

(SCOFFS)

I'm sorry, but you don't know what he's really like.

I'm not happy about him being here either,

but we have a duty of care to nurse him.

You wouldn't feel so compassionate if you knew how he got his kicks -

by frightening and demeaning women.

That's the kind of person he is.

I can't just throw him out.

It's my own stupid fault anyway.

I should've left him out there to die.

As soon as a bed becomes available in ICU...

I know. I know. Until then, just stay away from him.

I wish I could. Yesterday, when he left here, he followed me.

To your house?

He must have, because he seemed to know what I've been doing.

Are you sure? He can barely walk.

I'm not being paranoid, OK? You don't know what he's capable of.

I'm pretty certain he's not capable of doing anything to anyone.

He scares me, Gabrielle. He's got into my head again.

OK. OK.

Ian will be in hospital for another week at least.

And then what happens after that?

We will figure out what happens after that.

Until then, just steer clear of him until I can get him out of the E.D.

OK.

What's this?

These are names of psychosexual counsellors

who may be able to help Claudia.

Doesn't seem right to be batting her off to a psych

when she came to us for help.

All of her results have come back negative.

There's no clinical reason to explain her condition,

which means she's almost certainly suffering from vaginismus.

The involuntary muscle spasm?

So she needs a specialist counsellor.

But you were the one she told.

I appreciate that, but psychological problems like this

are way beyond my area of expertise.

If you ask me, anything concerning human emotions is beyond you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Being professional AND caring about people's feelings -

you can do both, you know.

I care about people's feelings. You analyse them.

It's not the same thing.

The sky is blue. It doesn't matter why.

This is completely beside the point.

No, it's not - it's the whole point. Of what?

Of how you fob things off the minute they get complicated.

Which is exactly why you're gonna end up

a frustrated, lonely old man one day.

Hannah Roche, 45-year-old female, victim of alleged assault,

with facial injuries, fractures.

Was it a mugging? No. Seems her husband beat her up.

The son's holding him hostage, along with Steve and Jo.

Steve's a hostage?! Is he alright?

The guy said he'd let them go

once Hannah called and said she's here and out of danger.

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

(MOANS)

She can't call her son like this. She has to. What about Steve?

And Jo.

Hannah, it's Frank Campion. Do you know where you are?

(GROANS) How much morphine's she been given?

Steve administered 10mg in the hour before we got there

and 7.5 since then, with good effect.

That won't help her call anyone. She was in a lot of pain.

Suspected rib fractures. Got good bilateral air entry.

We'll need a portable X-ray down here.

What? Hannah, it's alright.

We know you want to talk to your son.

Multiple contusions and haematomas to the abdomen and chest.

So not only do we need to keep her alive,

we have to get her conscious as well?

Yes.

We could fake it and say she's in theatre or something.

No. The son won't buy it.

Hannah, can you hear me?

Hannah.

Hannah!

Why haven't they called? Huh? What's taking them so long?

Your mum's in a bad way.

The doctors'll have to stabilise her before she'll be able to call you.

You hear that, you prick? That's your fault. She'd better be alright.

See that stuff on his lips? That's blood mixed with saliva.

That means he's damaged a lung.

Going by his colour and the amount of blood, I'd say he's bleeding out,

and that means that he's definitely gonna be...

Yeah, I know what it means.

(MOANS)

I got a cramp. You mind if I stretch my leg?

Whose bags? Mum's.

We were nearly out the door and the prick sprung us.

He was supposed to be at work.

I reckon he's got this place bugged.

He grabbed her, bounced her off the wall and started hitting her.

He said he'd kill her if I didn't go.

But you had a gun.

It's his. He calls it 'the last resort'.

I pointed it at him. I told him to stop.

But he was having too much fun.

So you stopped him.

I imagine a lot of people would have done the same thing

in your shoes, mate.

What happened then?

I thought I'd leave him to die, take Mum to the doctor and we'd be free.

But then the cops showed up.

How long's he been beating up on your mum?

As long as I can remember.

Preferred weapon's his belt - buckle and all.

Course, he never hit her where people could see.

You don't live here anymore, then?

No. I left when I was 16.

He said he'd stop hurting her if I left,

and he always blamed me for making him angry, so...

Where'd you go? I joined the Navy.

Did he hurt you too?

(SCOFFS)

And the pair of you never said anything,

never asked anyone for help?

When you're that shit-scared, you just don't think there's any way out.

(COUGHS AND MUMBLES)

Oi! I warned you!

I was just checking his pulse. Well, don't, alright?

Haven't you heard anything I've said?

She's doing her job, mate. Just doing her job.

Get back over there, both of you. Sit down! Now!

We're a medical rescue team.

We don't just sit by and watch someone die.

Today you do. Now sit down, both of you.

(GROANS)

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Can you get another bag of Hartmann's up, please?

Squeeze my hands for me, Hannah, as hard as you can.

That's good. GCS is improving, 14.

There's a chunk of hair missing here.

Hmm. C spine's clear.

Going by the facial contusions,

she's suffered repeated blows to the head.

Hopefully no brain damage. He was trying to kill her?

Lucky the son intervened, otherwise he could have succeeded.

Boot marks to the abdomen.

Jeez, she's received a fair kicking, hasn't she?

That'd explain the fractured ribs.

Pupils are equal and reactive. Good.

Hannah, I'm going to check your abdomen for internal bleeding now.

(GASPS WEAKLY)

This must have been going on for some time.

The X-rays show a lot of old injuries.

I need to speak to Andy.

I'll get a phone. Wait till she's stable.

But if all he needs to hear is...

We don't want her to lose consciousness

halfway through the phone call, do we?

I have another patient, Frank. Yeah, go, go.

You gonna be OK?

How's he doing?

Deteriorating.

GCS? Down to 10. Speech is slurred.

Severe left-sided weakness.

(VOICE DISTORTS) Heparin infusion should have started to work by now.

Mmm.

What's happening to me?

Reduced blood flow to your brain's

affecting your level of consciousness.

It's because of the CVST.

All this could have been avoided if you'd let us treat you yesterday.

No.

I had to find Claire... talk to her.

Ian, listen.

We're gonna send you for a brain scan to see what's going on.

Just needed her to understand.

I'll get him to Radiology. Yep.

Get him ready for transfer.

Hopefully he can straight from there to ICU.

OK.

(WEAKLY) No-one can love her like I do.

She's mine.

She belongs to me.

Did you go looking for Claire last night, Ian?

She was with some guy.

They looked pretty cosy.

But I'll... catch her alone next time.

Talking to a psychologist is not as difficult as a lot of people think.

I know how it works. I've spent enough time in therapy already.

Before?

Bulimia. But I was 13, OK? It's all resolved.

It's possible there's residual... No, there's not.

And nothing in my past has caused this either.

You're barking up the wrong tree.

Phobias can be trigged by assumingly unrelated things.

Well, I'm not scared of sex, if that's what you're getting at.

I'm not scared of anything.

What about failure? You said you were pretty competitive.

I'm good at sex. I'm very good at it.

Correction - I thought I was.

Can we talk about what happened the last time nothing happened?

Why? Might help.

OK. We were... you know, and...

This time I thought I was ready for it, really ready.

My head was just so full of...

Of what?

Other women.

No, not like that.

Greg sees other women?

I thought you said he didn't screw around.

Well it's not exactly screwing.

(SIGHS) I had to borrow Greg's laptop for uni,

'cause mine was getting fixed.

The history was full of porn sites.

He engaged in internet sex. No.

It was just videos.

So many of them.

I mean, I obviously can't satisfy him.

ICU called. They've got a bed free.

Good. There's no acute bleed.

But dye contrast shows thrombotic obstruction of the venous sinuses.

And GCS is down to eight.

Looks like you're ready to go, then.

Are you gonna tell me what this is about?

Doesn't concern you.

I'm about to rush a patient out of here

for no better reason than someone doesn't want him around.

That concerns me.

Isn't it enough to know you're doing someone a favour?

There's favours and there's 'favours'.

I don't need to know what this is about

but if I'm gonna bend the rules

I need to know it's for the right reasons.

You are.

Believe me.

OK, Ian.

You're not getting enough oxygen.

So that means we're gonna have to intubate you.

And that means anaesthetising you.

Isn't that right, Doctor?

We'll skip the preamble, Nurse Jaeger.

Let's get him out of here.

(LABOURED BREATHING)

How do we know when he's dead?

No heartbeat, no pulse.

Wake up, old man.

You won't get out of it that easy.

I said wake up! No. No!

(PHONE RINGS)

Mum? No, this is Dr Vlasek.

But we've got your mother on another line.

Put her on.

The doctor and the paramedic,

I need to know that they're OK before I can do that.

We're fine, Mike.

OK, Frank. Put Hannah on now.

(DROWSILY) Andy, it's Mum.

Hey. You OK?

You don't sound good.

I'm alright. What's happening?

You have...

(SIGHS) You have to stop this. Please.

It's nearly over.

He's never gonna hurt you again, I promise you that.

Mum?

Mum?

Are you alright? What's happening?

Um, Andy, she's still here. It's fine.

Who the hell are you?!

I'm Frank Campion.

I'm the head of Emergency Medicine at All Saints.

Your mother's stable. You're lying.

What have you done to her?

She's been given morphine for the pain.

It's just making her sleepy, that's all.

I'm gonna kill them all if you don't put her back on the phone!

You hear me?!

(GUNSHOT)

MAN: All units, we're going in. Let's move it.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Watch your targets. Stay low.

Mike?

Mike, what's going on?

I've got no idea what's happening, Frank.

The cops are letting us into the house now.

Yeah, I'll keep you informed.

Who's been shot?

Rambo here took one in the shoulder.

Let me have a look. I'm fine. I'm fine.

Frank. Yeah, yeah, they're both OK. Steve's been hit but he seems fine.

He was gonna kill her. I had to stop him.

Just for the record, he never threatened either of us. Alright?

We'll get detailed statements from you in due course.

Get the paramedics to check you out. I'll take over here.

Worry about him first. We need another cannular in.

Yep. Just let him die. Let him die!

This old bastard's not worth giving it all away for.

If he dies, your life's over too. I don't care.

I do.

Can't feel a pulse. He's arresting.

Prepare to defib. Let's get those pads on now.

Steve, move aside.

Steve, that's an order.

I don't think he takes them anymore.

Claudia, this is a referral to another doctor.

A shrink, you mean.

Because Little Miss Perfect's actually bonkers.

No, thanks.

Look, I'll get out of your hair.

You want help, right? You wanna fix this problem.

Yeah, of course I do.

Then... it is important...

..that you talk about it.

What's the point? You said it's all in my head.

Case closed.

Did finding those internet sites change how you feel about sex?

Yeah, what do you think?

I mean, every time that we'd get down to it.

I'd almost be watching myself.

You felt like you had to perform?

Like you had to compete with the porn stars?

Are you serious? All those women are ridiculous.

All that, "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah."

Consciously maybe.

But subconsciously...

..maybe...

My way of competing was to suddenly shut up shop?

Is that what you're saying? Could be.

Have you talked to Greg about this internet porn stuff?

I mean, how do you think he'd react?

Well, he'd get rid of it.

I mean, he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

Man, but what hurt me the most

is that he felt he needed it in the first place.

Guys... watch porn for all sorts of reasons.

You know, most of the time just...

..because they're guys.

Doesn't mean they prefer it to the real thing.

So you think if I told him about this

that it might go away?

I don't know but...

..a good strong relationship is built on honesty.

Don't you think?

Look, give this guy a call. He's good.

You know, he could be able to help.

Gunshot wound to the periumbilical region.

No exit wound. Extensive bleeding. And he's arrested once already.

Is this the father? Yep. How's Hannah?

She's stable.

Where's Steve? He's unpacking.

Tried to get his head blown off but he's fine.

Can I have a word with you for a second?

Take this one straight to theatre. Yep, I'll let them know.

Ian has gone to ICU.

Right.

He's had a stroke.

There's no way of knowing how serious it is

until we try to wake him up.

So the next 24 hours will tell.

There was pretty significant speech and cognitive impairment.

Still, people recover,

no matter how devastating it looks at first.

You said you thought he'd followed you.

And you thought I was paranoid.

Yeah, I was wrong about that.

Going by some of the things that he said

I think he's got a pretty good idea where you live.

And I think he saw you last night...

..with Steve.

That's who you were with. Wasn't it?

Be careful.

Go and check on Steve.

So I made a split-second decision.

Which put both our lives in jeopardy.

OK, I'm a jerk. I screwed up.

I'd like that in writing, thanks.

You know, I was scared to death in there today.

Yeah, I had my moments too.

Did you know that one in two women

will be the victim of domestic violence in their lives?

One in two?

Yeah.

Some days I drive to work and I look in at all the houses

and I wonder, "Is it gonna be in there, or in there?"

(DOOR OPENS)

Are you OK?

It's just a flesh wound. How's Hannah?

Out of danger, physically. Von's arranging psych support.

I might head upstairs and debrief over a beer.

Sure.

Hey, you did good out there today.

You're a bloody idiot, though.

Ohh, what happened? Claire, listen to me.

I want you to take out an AVO against Kingsley.

I want you to do it today. I'll come with you.

Ian's in ICU, had a stroke.

He's no threat to anyone right now.

As long as he draws breath, he's a threat.

Do it for me.

OK.

Good.

I promise I won't let anything happen to you.

Hey, delicate situation with Claudia earlier.

I thought you handled it with a lot of sensitivity.

Thanks.

Porn. I guess guys find it safer.

None of that emotional crap to deal with?

Possibly. I happen to like that emotional crap.

And sex without it is just sex, huh?

Exactly.

Who's to say fun, simple sex can't lead to something more?

I don't wanna talk about this, Amy. You know what your problem is?

You think too much, like Claudia.

There she was enjoying a perfectly nice sex life.

She got so caught up thinking what it should be like,

it stopped happening altogether.

There's no comparison.

The reason I ended this... whatever it was...

..was because we're not right for each other.

How can you know that? How can you not?

We've never spent any time together.

Not just talking anyway.

Would it hurt to go out somewhere

and see if maybe there's more to this than sex?

I'm serious.

You don't even know me.

Sorry.

What you're saying, it's not gonna happen.

It can't.