All language subtitles for All.Saints.S12E09 - Danger Zone.en

Would it hurt to see if
maybe there's more to this than sex?

It's not gonna happen.

Got your sights
set on bigger things, eh?

Fancy yourself that doctor's slut?
Get out of my life!

I think he saw you last night.
With Steve.

(SIREN WAILS)

MAN: Over here!

Get a hose around this side.

Let's see if we can
stick to protocol today, shall we?

OK, Mike.

Isn't this going to be a fun day?

Hi. I'm Troy.
Mike Vlasek.

This is Steve and Jo.

Any idea what caused the explosion?

Could have been anything.
It was in the wine-processing shed.

So there might be
chemicals involved?

It's too early to tell.
We're not taking any chances.

How are the casualties?

A young bloke, Dale,
who was inside when it happened.

He was dragged
from the building by his sister.

He's pretty badly burnt.

And the girl?

She seems OK.
Mainly smoke inhalation.

But there are two young fellas
still unaccounted for.

You've searched the building?

Not till the firies
give the all clear.

Lucky it's a weekday

or this place would've been
packed with tourists.

Where's the guy with the burns?
Over here.

She deserves a medal for getting him
out of the shed and into water.

How long has he been in there?
About 20 minutes.

Dale? Hi. My name is Mike.
I'm a doctor.

Can you open your eyes for me, Dale?
Come on now.

We're going to get you out of
the water so we can examine you.

I'm gonna check on his sister.
Good.

Hang in there, Dale.
I'll get you something for that pain.

I was in the office
when it happened.

I don't know, Dad.

Hey, my name's Jo. I'm a paramedic.

Can you...

This is Jo. I'm with
the Medical Response Unit.

Yeah, yeah. He's got two doctors
looking at him right now.

Just try and stay calm.
We'll find him.

Yep.

Is your other brother in there?
Yeah. And his best mate.

How old are they?
19.

I should have kept an eye on them.

There's only so much you can do
when they're that age.

(SIRENS WAIL)

What's the story?
BREE: Got no idea.

The cops found him
wandering the streets.

Haven't been able
to get anything out of him, though.

He's got an abrasion on his forehead
and we gave him 15mg of Midazolam.

Hey!
Get away from me! Get away from me!

Get back!

We want to take care of you.
Get away!

Put that down!
What's he gonna do to me?

You're bleeding.
We want to look at your injuries.

Put the pole down
and get on the ground now!

Wait!

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

(SCREAMS)

What have we got?
He's been shot with a Taser.

Why is he covered with blood?
Police found him like that.

He was walking the streets,
kicking cars, yelling abuse -

he was off his head.

Any loss of consciousness?
Not that we know of.

His GCS was 12 when we got to him,
but he was agitated and paranoid.

Do we have name?
No. He wouldn't tell us.

We spent the entire ride
trying to calm him down.

Alright. On my three -
one... two... three.

He looks like he's got a chest wound

but the bleeding
seems to have stopped.

His arms are like pincushions.
I'd say he's taken a ton of ice.

Well, that would explain it.

I'll do a tox screen,
see if you're right.

We'd have a better idea
of his medical history

if that trigger-happy cop
hadn't Tasered him.

He had to do something to stop him.

Yeah, well, zapping him
with 50,000 volts is not the answer.

Better than a bullet.

He's got full-thickness burns
to his arms, legs, chest and neck.

But no obvious fractures at least.

Decreased air entry to both lungs.

Could be an upper airway
or inhalation injury.

It's OK, mate.

We're just going to try and make you
a little more comfortable.

Let's cannulate
and get him to hospital ASAP.

(GRUNTS) I can't get a vein.

Try his feet. I'll go and see Jo.

JO: Is there any tightness
in your chest?

No.

How's she doing?
Airway's clear.

No swelling or blistering
around her mouth.

Minor grazes and burns
to her hands and arms.

Obs?
All good.

OK. Well, keep monitoring her closely
and let me know if anything changes.

How are my brothers?

Dale's gonna be
taken to hospital shortly.

And Ned?

They're looking in the shed.

I told them
not to muck around in there.

What could they have been doing
to cause the explosion?

Exactly what my younger brothers
would've been doing -

getting up to mischief.

I should have looked harder for Ned

but the smoke was so thick,
I couldn't see.

It was burning my throat.
Hey. It's OK.

You did really well in there.

Come on.
Let's put that oxygen back on.

And I'm gonna treat your burns.

How's he doing?

He's got a cut on his forehead
and some bruising and swelling too.

What are you doing?
We're treating you, mate.

CLAIRE: You were
brought by ambulance.

What were you doing
before the police picked you up?

What's it to you?
You don't have to answer right now.

I'm going to look into your eyes
to see if you have a head injury.

Mate, get that away from me.
It's just a torch.

Settle down.
Alright, let's get him restrained.

Grab him.

Just calm down, mate.

GABRIELLE:
What the hell is going on?!

I know what you do
to people like me. Someone help!

We're trying to. Thank you.
Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!
Hold him still.

Drug's in.

(SCREAMS)

You gonna be OK
to handle this patient?

Yeah.

Hey, you're bleeding.

He caught me off-guard, that's all.

Still think
a Taser wasn't necessary?

Alright, let's get
these restraints on him,

find out where
this blood's coming from.

Come on.

MRU to Emergency.

Go ahead, Vlasek. What have you got?

First patient to be transported

is a young male who took
the full brunt of the blast.

He's got 70% burns to his body.

Steve will be bringing him in soon.

Get him to call on approach.

70% - that's, like,
nearly his whole body.

I'll get onto the Burns Unit.

Get the portable X-ray
and set up for an arterial line.

I'll do that.
Good man.

Oh, and get the rapid infuser -
he'll need a morphine infusion.

Amy can help with that.

Aren't there already
enough people helping?

We really need you on board
with this one.

Look, I haven't done burns before
and this sounds really bad.

Look, it's tough, but you're going
to have to get used to it.

I can see you're apprehensive

but he's going to be feeling
a lot worse than you are.

Get this morphine infusion, OK?

(ENGINE STARTS)

MIKE: Gently.

Dad!
Wait!

Dale!
Mr Lewis?

Bill. I got here
as quick as I could.

Oh, mate. He's not
like that all over, is he?

His burns are pretty extensive.
But he's gonna be OK?

Let's go!
We're taking him to All Saints.

Your daughter got him
straight into water.

He's been given
the best chance possible.

Where's my other son?
They're searching the building.

How could you let this happen?

I was working. I didn't know
they'd gone into the shed.

Hey, you need
to keep that on for me.

Oh, God.

Oh, no!
Bill!

I need to see him. It's him.
That's not a good idea.

I need to see him! It's my son!
Bill!

Is it Ned?
Bill, come on.

We've found another one.

Can you stay with her?

MAN: We need to secure the site now!

We found him over here. He must have
been blown out by the blast.

Hi. My name is Mike. I'm a doctor.
I'll be looking after you.

Jo. We'll get you
out of here real soon, OK?

I'm shining a light in your eyes.
Ned...

Dad...
Oh, thank Christ.

Dale?
He's on his way to the hospital.

A-and Pete?

He didn't make it. I'm sorry.
No!

We've just gotta
concentrate on you now, alright?

I'm gonna need a bit of space here.
Yeah. Sure, sure, sure.

Look, I'm here, Neddy. I'm here.

No major burns to his chest and neck.
Circulation's good.

Where are you feeling the most pain?

Severe bruising to his ribs.
(WHEEZES)

Breathing's compromised
on the left-hand side.

What's happening?

I'm just gonna
pop some oxygen on you, OK?

This isn't working.
We need to get him to a clear place.

Can you get a spine board?

(MONITORS BEEP STEADILY)

CLAIRE: BP and heart rate are up.

Could be the antipsychotic drugs
we gave him.

Can you do some bloods and also get
an ECG while he's still out to it?

There's no injury here.

There has to be.

Nup. No cuts. No stab wounds.

There's not even any bruising.

So all this blood's
from his head injury?

Not possible.

This can't be his blood.

Then whose is it?

You sure? The blood's not his?

Apart from a minor head abrasion,
there's not a scratch on him.

There was no-one else around
when we picked him up.

So someone's injured somewhere,
and, judging by the amount of blood,

in dire need of medical attention.

I'm going to radio base

and check if anyone in the vicinity
has been taken to hospital.

I'll call the paramedics.

Do we have a name yet?
Leigh Phillips.

Found a wallet in his clothing.
There's an address too.

Why don't you try
talking to him again?

Yeah. Maybe now he's had a rest
he'll be more cooperative.

(GROANS) I'm not
admitting to anything.

We just want to find the person
whose blood was all over you.

They're obviously badly hurt.

I don't know what
you're talking about, alright?

Get these things off me!

Sorry. They stay on.

What were you doing last night?
Were you at a pub?

A nightclub?
Is that where you took the ice?

Who are you? The FBI?
I'm just a doctor.

I'm trying to work out what happened.

No, you're with the Government.
You're with... with ASIO.

I'm not FBI, I'm not ASIO, alright?
I'm just trying to help you.

What are you putting in me?
Fluids. You're dehydrated.

Bullshit! You're trying to kill me.
What are you doing this for?

We're just trying to treat you, OK?

You have a large cut
on your forehead.

Were you in a fight?
That stupid bitch!

(GROANS)

Who are you talking about?
Have you hurt someone?

Come on, who is she?
Your girlfriend, mother, sister?

None of your bloody business!

You're not going to
do me for anything.

So just please let me go.

OK. Just settle down.

We're just trying
to find whoever's hurt.

(LAUGHS)

Well, good luck with that.

(WAILS)

Are you in pain, Leigh?
Piss off!

(GROANS) How much longer to go?

We'll be there in 10.

Stench getting to you too?
Can we get some fresh air in here?

Yeah, sure.

Phew!

He can't breathe.
Do something, please.

JO: We're doing everything we can.

Just hang in there, Ned.
We'll have you sorted real soon.

Is he OK?
Well, does he look OK to you?

Dad, please.
How could you be so irresponsible?

What?

Mr Lewis, I know
you're upset right now,

but laying blame's
not going to help anybody.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I know.

Sarah, I need you to keep
the oxygen mask on for me, please.

He's got fractured ribs,
unequal air entry.

Sounds like haemothorax.
Yeah.

I'll put in a chest drain.

You can do the set-up.
I'll do the procedure.

You showed me how. I'm ready.
Not now.

Ned... Ned, you've got
a punctured lung,

which is causing fluid
to build up inside your chest.

I'm going to put a tube into
your chest to release that fluid

and that'll help you
breathe more easily, alright?

I want you to put your hand up here.

Just leave it there for me, eh?

Good man.

Ah, lignocaine and adrenaline,
and I'll need surgical gloves.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Dale Lewis, 21. Involved
in an explosion at a winery.

Can someone take over
bagging, please?

You alright?
Yeah. I'll be fine.

CHARLOTTE: How was he
when you found him?

Conscious. GCS 14.

OK. On my three,
when everyone's set.

One... two... three.

Let's log-roll him.
One... two... three.

He's had morphine. 7.5mg IV for pain.

Intubated and sedated. He's on
his second bag of IV Hartmann's.

Needs another bag now.

Alright. We've got this
if you need to go.

Thank you so much.

Is he OK?

Being stuck in a chopper
with this smell,

I reckon he's having
a quick chunder.

I don't blame him. It's awful.

Better get used to it.
It's gonna be with us all day.

We're gonna need to monitor
his urine output.

I'll set up a catheter.

Oh, God!
Stand back for X-ray.

It's important
we get the fluid balance right.

Can you check the drip rate?

Amy!

Sorry.

Hey, how's his temperature?
It's low - 35.

Let me know if it gets any lower.
Last thing he needs is hypothermia.

Let's do routine bloods,
including arterial blood gases,

and carbon monoxide levels.

Can we get a fluid warmer
on stand-by, please?

Onto it.

Can we take his clothes off,
wash those burns?

I'll do that.
Are you sure?

Yep.
OK.

Use sterile gloves and use
chlorhexidine to wash the burns.

Put the arterial line in, please.

How many more to come?
One, possibly two.

They found another kid
as I was leaving.

We'll call you en route.
We guessed right.

Leigh's blood results show
high levels of methamphetamine.

Any other drugs or alcohol
in his system?

No, but he's got raised urea
and creatinine.

His kidneys are packing up.

So he didn't try ice
for the first time last night.

Definitely not. Looks like
a long-term, high-frequency user.

The police have been
to Leigh's apartment.

No blood, no sign of disturbance.

Did you tell them
we're looking for a woman?

They're still searching the area
where they picked him up

and they want to contact his
next of kin, see if they can help.

She must be bleeding badly.

We're running out of time.
(MACHINE BEEPS)

That's him.

He's complaining
of head and chest pain.

I need to get out of here!
Please, just let me go!

You're not going anywhere.
Cardiac status?

Sinus tachy, with atrial
and ventricular arrhythmias.

He's hypertonic.

Set up a sodium nitroprusside
infusion, 50mg in 250ml.

Please, I need another hit.

Another hit could kill you.

This isn't withdrawals.
You have serious health problems, OK?

Your body's had enough.

You're on the verge
of kidney failure or a stroke.

Mate, save your lecture
and get me some meth now!

I know what you're going through.

You don't know shit!

Just let me go!

I'll get onto Radiology,
organise a chest X-ray.

Not a chance.
It could be pulmonary oedema.

I will not put you
or the Radiology staff at risk.

Well, I'll sedate him
and intubate him.

How is an unconscious man
going to tell us who he's hurt?

How's a dead man
gonna tell us who he's hurt?

Please, just get me
something for the pain?

Midazolam?

(WHIMPERS)
OK, mate. I'll get you something.

If you tell us who you've hurt.

(MUTTERS) You can't be serious.

(PANTS) You show me the drugs first.

Fine.

He's got to be kidding.

You can't blackmail a patient with
drugs. It's completely unethical.

There's a woman out there somewhere
who's badly injured

or even dead because of that man.

But he's our patient.
I don't care who he is.

If I have to choose between a victim
and their attacker,

I'll choose the victim every time.

We don't even know what happened,
if there even is a victim.

How do you explain
all the blood on his shirt?

You're using his pain against him.

Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing.

His BP's still sky-high.
Heart rate's up too.

You got it? (PANTS)

What's in it?
It's Midazolam.

It'll calm you down
and help ease your withdrawals.

No, I want morphine.

Oh, trust me.
This is the gear you need.

Alright, well, give it to me, then.

First I want you
to give me something.

Frank!

(COUGHS, GROANS)

Do you want it or not?
Yes, yes!

Start talking.
(GROANS) I don't remember anything!

Why not start by telling me
who you were with

before the police
picked you up this morning?

What day is it?
It's Tuesday.

When I woke up it was Friday,
so I haven't slept since then.

How did you get all the blood on you?
I told you, I don't know!

(WHIMPERS) Look, maybe if you just
give me a little taste,

then I'll remember.

Nice try.

Why don't you use
what's left of your brain

and tell me who she is
and I'll give you some.

Get stuffed!

Suit yourself.

No, no!

Let me know if he changes his mind.

Funny. I don't remember
ordering a shadow.

I don't remember consenting
to the torture of a patient.

I'm surprised
you take issue with this.

He's here because he needs our help.

He's here because the cops
didn't know what else to do with him.

I hope I never get that cynical.

Yes, well, when you've worked here
for over 20 years,

you might change your mind.

Most of the addicts that come
and see us do not want our help.

If Von had that attitude
when I was dragged into hospital,

I wouldn't be here today.

Are you saying
you had a drug problem?

I know the life.
Slept on the streets.

Seen overdoses. Assaults.

Our patient hasn't always
been that way.

Given a chance, people can
turn their lives around.

Chest tube in.
Want to suture it in place?

Mm-hm. I'll go and check
for any other injuries.

He'll be alright. Dale too.

How do you know?
I just... I just do.

How was your meeting?
Did you get the contracts?

What's it matter now?

How are you doing, mate?

He's certainly breathing easier.
No sign of any other major injuries.

He's going
to the same hospital as Dale.

Good.

(PANTS) I'm so sorry, Dad.

Not your fault, son.

I need another dressing.

OK.

You OK?
(SNIFFS)

It's not fair.

Dad worked so hard
to build this place

and he's finally getting somewhere.

(SOBS) And now it's gone.

(SOBS)
I know it's not fair.

But this place can be rebuilt.

It'll be alright.

(CRIES)

Come on. I need you
to put this back on for me, OK?

We'll be standing by
when you get here.

Jo! Hurry up with that dressing.
Need to prep him for transfer.

I'll be back soon.

X-rays are clear.

At least there's no fractures
to deal with.

These burns are enough.

How are you doing?
Fine.

Gabs, can you find out where
our burns consult's got to, please?

Sure.

This leg looks really swollen.

The burns are restricting
his blood supply.

He'll need an escharotomy
or he'll lose it.

I'll do it.
Are you sure?

Can you get me a sterile drape?
What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna release the pressure.

You've been busy.
Burns consult's still unavailable.

You'll need to do this leg too.

Excuse me.
Here.

(GASPS)

Focus on the patient.

I told you, I don't remember!

Well, you'd better
start remembering.

(SCREAMS)

Still hasn't told you
anything about the girl?

(MOANS)

What's the matter with you?
Frank's taken over.

Yes, he's good at that.

He's blackmailing a patient
with a syringe full of Midazolam.

Right.

That guy's in a hell
of a lot of pain.

Well, there's usually a method
to Frank's madness.

We're punishing him for something
we don't even know he's done.

He wouldn't be the first
ice addict to create a story

just to get a reaction.

True. But we need to find out.

Are you needed over there?

No.

Take a walk. Get some fresh air.

(SCREAMS) No, no, no! I need that!

CLAIRE: Just calm down and think.
Is it someone you live with?

I live by myself.
Well, someone from work?

There's not many chicks
that are plumbers.

(PANTS) Look, I used to...
I used to run my own business.

I worked all day,
did paperwork all night

and I still couldn't
get everything done.

Then a mate gave me some ice
and I could just keep going for days.

(PANTS) It was awesome.

Listen, son, I'm not interested
in your life story.

Just tell me who you've hurt.

What I do in my time is my business!
Not when other people get hurt.

Give me a name
or this goes in the bin.

(SCREAMS)
Last chance.

(MACHINE BEEPS)
Heart rate and resps are up.

You've got five seconds.

Four, three, two...

Your choice.

Drop that and I swear to God
I'll bury you too!

What did you say?

Who are you talking about?

My girlfriend.
Nagging, nagging, nagging!

Telling me to give up the ice.

So I showed her what it's like
to be suffocated.

What did you do?
(PANTS)

Buried her.

You killed her?
No.

She was still alive when I left her.

Bastard.
I'll take care of this. You go.

I told you what happened.
Now give me the drugs.

You give me her name first.

The drugs!

You give me her name and where
she is or you'll get nothing.

(WAILS, GROANS)

Is he OK?
When I left, he was stable.

It's a positive sign.

I told you to keep your oxygen on.
I want to say goodbye.

I'll see you soon, little brother.

I'm so sorry, sis.
No, that's OK.

You just behave yourself
in that helicopter.

Steve, hand me that stuff.

I'm coming too.

Sorry, there's no room
in the chopper.

I need to be with my sons.
Can't be done, I'm sorry.

Hang in there, boy.
I'm gonna follow in the car.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GASPS, PANTS)

Damn it.

Sarah!

What's happening to her now?
(GASPS)

Sarah, I'm gonna
put this oxygen on you.

Tell me what you're feeling.
I want Dad.

He's coming...

Sarah? Sarah!
She was fine a moment ago.

Sarah! She only had
minor burns and grazes.

We've had her on oxygen.
All her obs were stable.

She's not stable now.
She's got no pulse.

Oh, come on, Sarah. Don't do this.

Her name's Anissa Carlton.

We're sending a medical team
around to her place.

You got fluids?
Yeah, two bags.

Alright.

Police will meet you at her place.
For God's sake, be careful!

Thank you, Frank. We will.

How's he going?
Heart rate and BP's dropped.

Resps are 16.
Alright, keep an eye on him.

If his BP starts to climb,

we'll have to put him back on
the sodium nitroprusside infusion.

You've done very well.
Very well indeed.

I just hope they get
to that girl in time.

Yeah.

He's had escharotomies on both legs

and his burns have been
measured and documented.

We'll send up his X-rays.

All yours.
Good timing.

Mike's on his way in
with Dale's brother.

Oh, no rest for the wicked.

Needed something
a lot stronger than that

when I dealt with
my first burns patient.

That's nice.
I'm just saying you're doing great.

Burns injuries are some
of the most difficult

you'll ever have to deal with.

Thanks for the pep talk.
I wasn't giving you a pep... talk.

(MACHINE BEEPS)
Still no heart rate.

This shouldn't be happening.

I'm sorry I got angry with you.
Talk to me, darling.

Jo.

Jo, we've done all we can.

Jo.

What are you doing? Come on!
You can't stop now.

Mr Lewis.
No!

Bill. She's gone, mate.
No!

(GASPS)

I'm sorry.

(WHISPERS) Are you OK?

(SOBS)

Oh, God, you were such a good girl.

Do everything I'd ask of you.

I love you so much, darling.

I'll check over here.
Yeah, righto.

(GIRL WHIMPERS)
Adam!

Shit.

Don't worry, Anissa,
we're gonna get you out of there.

Right.

Here. Here, this.
Cheers.

I'll get the ambulance.
Yep.

LEIGH: I need more drugs!

You won't get anything
talking like that.

Right, how's it going here?

The midazolam's worn off already.
Yeah, no shit!

How long's he gonna be like this?

The methamphetamines
could be in his system for days.

The withdrawals will last weeks.

Look, I told you I was sick.

I just need more drugs!
Well, you're not gonna get any.

Can you help out in Resus?

(YELLS)

Cut it out!

You're showing signs
of renal dysfunction.

Now, I can treat
your medical problems

but I will not feed your drug habit.

You... you think I wanted this life?

You had a choice, mate.

The woman you buried alive didn't.

If you don't want
the medical treatment

I will happily hand you
back to the cops.

(SOBS)

Ned Lewis, 19.

Cuts and abrasions.

Superficial burns to his arms
and legs, face and chest.

Hey, Ned. I'm Dr Beaumont.
I've been treating your brother.

Is he alright?

He's in the Burns Unit
but he's doing well.

Ned, we're just gonna
slide you across to this bed, OK?

On my three. One, two, three.

(CRIES OUT)

A friggin' mess.

We thought we'd mix up our own brew.

Just to sell at parties, you know?

Pete lit a ciggie and... Oh, Christ!

Just try and stay calm for us, OK?

Thrown a fair way by the blast.

Fractured ribs on the left side.
Haemothorax treated at the scene.

Any loss of consciousness?
Not that we know of.

He's been given morphine -
5mg IV for pain -

followed by chest tube insertion.

He's on his first litre
of Hartmann's

running at 100ml per hour.

Thanks, Mike.
He'll need to go to Radiology.

Check fractured ribs and also
the placement of the chest tube.

No worries. We'll take it from here.
Be back to see you later, Ned.

Mike! Steve just called.
His sister has just died.

What?

Yeah.

Stop!

(WHIMPERS)
It's alright, love.

We're nearly there.

What sort of animal does this?

Alright. Here we go.

Careful, careful.

Anissa, can you hear me?

You're safe now, love.

I'm Von. I'm a nurse.

Adam's here. He's a doctor.
Nice and slow.

Slowly.

(PANTS)

Gentle, gentle.

It's OK. We've got you.
Come on.

Just try and breathe. Nice and slow.

It's alright.

You're safe.
You're safe, darling. Come on.

Just checked on our burns patient.
How is he?

His burns are severe.

Skin needs some serious grafting
but he's stable.

Looks like he'll make it.
Well, that's good news.

Are you OK?

When did you start caring
about how I feel?

I never meant to hurt you.
I was just...

I'm good enough for sex
but nothing else?

That's not what I meant.
Thanks for nothing.

Amy, wait!

Frank.

Frank, I don't know
what you think you heard but I...

Where'd you find her?
In a tea chest.

Under half a metre of dirt.
My God.

She's got a broken nose.

That would explain the blood
all over the bastard.

How long was she down there?

Who knows? 10 minutes
would have felt like hell.

How did she survive
under all that dirt?

He put a PVC pipe in a box
so she could get oxygen.

Didn't want to kill her.
He wanted to torture her.

Apart from obvious facial injuries,
she's got cuts and abrasions

to her hands and fingers
where she tried to claw her way out.

Poor girl must have been terrified.

She's almost catatonic.

GCS is 12. BP's 100 on 55.

Pulse is at 100
and her sats are at 96%.

Hey, Anissa. I'm Dr Beaumont.
You're in hospital.

Trauma counselling's arranged.

Thank you.

Hey, has she spoken yet?
Not a word.

We're just gonna transfer you
to this bed. On three.

One, two, three.

Can I help?
She needs a warm blanket.

She'll need chest and head X-rays.

I'm just gonna shine this light
in your eyes, OK?

Looks like I'm not needed here.

I should go get some ice.
Get her hands cleaned up.

No, Amy and I will do that.
Get yourself cleaned up.

Be back soon.

Von is still here.

Dr Beaumont is gonna
take good care of you.

You're gonna be OK, I promise.

We brought Anissa in. She's alive.

Now you know how it feels, bitch!

Give it a rest.

It's hard to imagine an act
more cruel than what you did to her,

but when you're in prison
without all your precious drugs,

you'll have plenty of time
to regret it.

Girl's death wasn't your fault.

Just leave it.

What happened?

Good question.

She went into respiratory arrest.
Never regained consciousness.

Jo?

I completed a full
and thorough assessment.

There was nothing
to indicate anything

more serious than smoke inhalation.

I'm not questioning
your medical ability.

Well, you should be.

I obviously missed something
and now the girl's dead.

Hey, we were all there.
We all missed it.

I was the one who assessed her.

You know, it's possible Sarah
died of acute cyanide poisoning.

She could have inhaled toxic gases

when she went into the shed
to save her brother.

Symptoms aren't always obvious.

Patients go down pretty quickly.

How are the two boys going?

Dale's stable in the Burns Unit
and Ned's resting in ICU.

Do they know about Sarah?

Bill wants to tell them himself.

Look, it's been a tough day.
Let's get out of here. My shout.

Not for me, thanks.
Nah, me neither.

OK.

I'll pack up.

You can grab the first shower.
Thanks.

How's he doing?

He's been asleep since I got here.

I haven't had a chance
to tell him about Sarah.

He idolised her.

Both the boys did.

To die thinking
we all took her for granted...

No. I don't think so.

I wish I could believe that.

You know...

..I think Sarah and I
had a bit in common.

I had to take on a similar role
in my family.

How's that?

My Mum died of Huntington's disease

when I was a teenager.

I was the eldest so I helped Dad look
after my four brothers and sisters.

That's a big responsibility
for a young girl.

Yeah.

It's bloody hard work too.

But I was proud to do it.

I reckon Sarah
probably felt the same way.

You really think so?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

The things one person
can do to another, huh?

Doesn't surprise me anymore.

No? Still gets to you, though.

Yeah, but now I'm thinking

if I can handle
the Leighs of this world...

Yeah?
..maybe I can handle my ex.

If he ever comes out of the coma.
Well, yeah.

So... Steve's convinced me
to take out an AVO.

Just in case.
Yeah, I think that's a good idea.

It gives the police
more power to arrest him.

Yeah, that's what Steve reckons.

Ha. Great minds.

How's all that going?

Oh, it's early days but...

But?

It's refreshing to be with someone
who doesn't have any baggage.

How well do you know him?

Well enough to know
he's a great guy.

Yeah, he is.

Hey, you should choof off.
I can finish here.

Are you sure?
Yeah!

You're about to go
into overtime anyway

and I've gotta stick to the budget
at least once a year.

Keeps Admin on their toes.
Thank you.

(RUNNING WATER)

Hi.

I just wanted to make sure we're OK.

That you're not angry with me, Frank.

Frank! (SIGHS)

What's going on there?
Oh, you don't want to know.

Well, now I really do.
Come on, spill.

Frank overheard me and Amy talking.

So?
So he knows we...

What?

You know.

Oh, you dog.

So all that not liking each other
stuff was just a cover.

I don't even know how it happened.
Why? Were you drunk?

No!

I was trying to explain to Amy
why it can't happen again.

It's a mess. Frank overheard.

And now he wants your balls.

What am I gonna do?

How about I buy you a drink?

And we sit down and draft
your resignation letter.

You really think it's that bad?

Mate, my guess... it's
a hell of a lot worse than that.