All language subtitles for All.Saints.S12E12 - The Devil Within.en

Hey! You're feeling better.
Yeah. Thanks.

What was it? Flu?

What have we got?

Female prisoner.
Possible self-harm - swallowing.

Good morning.
I'm Correctional Officer Wilson.

Adam Rossi.

Please tell me you're the doctor.

That's what it says
on my security pass.

Yes! Got me a hottie.
Shut it, Finch.

I take it this is our patient.

What gave me away?

Was it the funky outfit or the
fashionable after-five accessories?

She claims to have swallowed
a toothbrush.

Did you?

You're the doctor.
Examine me and find out.

Name's Mandy, by the way.

Hey! Are you sure... are you sure
you're up to being here?

Yeah. I was going
stir-crazy at home.

Spending too much time
in my own head.

Let's lose the jewellery, shall we?

We don't want to make
the other patients jealous.

WILSON: Your call.
Yeah, it is.

My man!

You are so hating this, aren't you?

Just pop yourself over, Mandy.

Are you the lucky one
that gets to call home for me?

Mm-hm.

That's what this is
really all about.

Prisoner Finch
wants a visit from Mummy.

Go sit on your nightstick, Wilson.

You keep your trap shut
or you'll find yourself on a charge.

So when you call Mum,

it's really important you tell her
I'm not in here for drugs, right?

Hello there. I'm Frank Campion,
director of Emergency Medicine.

Is this woman
a safety problem for my staff?

She's not violent, but I'd lock up
anything that can't be nailed down.

She's in for drugs,
prostitution and theft.

Are you gonna be here the whole time?

Until we prove this is a wind-up
and I take her back to prison.

Please excuse Officer Wilson.

Until she's had a coffee,
she's just a cow.

So how sick were you, really?

Or was something else stopping you
from getting out of bed?

It's none of your business.

Or should I say someone?

Shut up, Jo. I'm here to work, OK?

I can help you with that.

Sporting incident. Young male,
suspected spinal injury.

They want assessment
of transport options.

Rolling.

Are you gonna be alright for today?

Yeah.

Anything I should be worried about?
Something you haven't told me?

No.

(CHEERING)
MAN: Pass it to me! Pass it to me!

Nathan!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Tackle him!
Over this way, guys, OK?

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

I told you lot before,
this isn't the 6:00 news!

Now bugger off! Go on, get!

Right, out of the way.
Go on, get out!

Hi. I'm Mike. This is Steve and Jo.

Tom. Josh can't move
or feel his legs.

If I get my hands on the kid
that knocked my son down,

I'll bloody murder them.

Mate, could you answer
some questions for me,

while I unpack this gear?

Sure. I'll be just over there, mate.

I'll be right, Dad.

How you doing, Josh?
I'm OK.

Josh, it's really important
you don't move at all,

so we're gonna put
a hard collar on to help.

I don't want you to nod
or shake your head.

Tell me you're alright
with a (CLICKS TONGUE).
That's cool.

Good man.
OK. Nice and easy.

STEVE: So how did it happen?

He went up for a save and this idiot
barrelled straight into him.

He came down on his head
and his neck so hard...

Shouldn't I be telling them?

No, they'll be getting it from Josh.

It's best we give them space
to work for the time being.

It's not going to be permanent,
is it? Him not feeling his legs?

Don't you think it's a little early
for questions like that?

But hopefully we'll...
Like hell!

How would you feel
if that was your kid lying there?

Come on, Tom. Calm down and
let the quacks do their stuff, eh?

I am not in the mood for you.
Hey!

I was only trying to help.

The best way we can all help Josh
right now is just by calming down.

Who's in charge?

He is.

Get out of the way!

Any difficulty breathing?
Only when I saw you.

(SNIGGERS) You look like
you're struggling, Doc.

Let me give you a hand.
Put 'em away, Finch.

Have you been vomiting?

Three times a day
after the slop they call food.

I need straight answers, please.

Have you vomited
and was it bloodstained?

Pardon me, Nurse Ratshit.

No blood stains. No vomit.

Thank you.

You've had a few surgeries.

I'm a busy girl.

Some of the scars you can't see
so well 'cause of the tats.

This was my first lap thingie.

Laparotomy.

Yeah, that.

I swallowed 16 needles.

This was where they had to
take out my gall bladder.

Swallowed some stones
and it got blocked.

The rest... (EXHALES) ..I forget.

You could check 'em in my file.

Why do you do it?

What can I say? I love to swallow.

We all know that. The question is,
did you go down on a toothbrush?

Can you tell?
Not without an X-ray.

How long's that gonna take?
As long as it takes.

I'm sorry.
I'll call Radiology.

OK, Mandy.
We are gonna go for a ride.

I'll just get you an orderly.
No, I'll take her.

Can't wait to get me alone,
can you, honey?

Is there anything more
I can do to help?

There's an ambulance coming.

You can make sure
the way's clear when it arrives.

No problem.
What's their ETA?

Any minute.

Hey... he's got to be OK.

He's only 16 and he's already been
scouted for a State rep side.

There's a good chance
he'll come good, right?

Not just for soccer, for everything.

There's a possibility
this is only spinal shock,

which might well resolve itself.

But we can't say for sure

until we've taken him to hospital
and done X-rays.

Well, give me a number - 60%, 50%?

Tom, I can't make it any clearer.

I'm sorry.
I just can't say right now.

Dad!

Yeah, mate, I'm here.

Did I make the save?

Oh, you were perfect.

You didn't take your eyes
off that damn ball for a second.

Is it OK to touch him?

Yeah, as long as you don't move him.

(SIREN WAILS)
We're gonna come through this, Josh.

You just relax and trust me, OK?

OK.

They've got three more
urgent cases to get through.

I hope they don't hurry for me.

What's the coffee
from the machines like here?

If you drink it, at least
you're already at a hospital.

Do you want one?
No, thanks.

White and two!

You want a quickie, is that it?
What?!

I've done this enough times to know

most doctors don't take
their patients for X-rays.

Yeah, well, I'm not 'most doctors'.

I'm curious. Why put
all that stuff down your throat?

Is it what she said
about seeing your mum?

(EXHALES)

She doesn't visit.

Not anymore.

Why's that?

She got pissed off
at something I did.

Is it what you're in jail for?

Nuh.

What are you in jail for?

I got busted
under the Jones Street overpass.

Yeah? North side or south?
North.

OK, how do you know the Jones?

It was a roof for a while.

(SNIGGERS) Yeah, right.

Like anyone who lived there
could end up a doctor.

It happens.

So what's it like inside?

They treat you OK?

You've got to be kidding.

Give me the overpass any day.

Would you want her
breathing down your neck 24/7?

We're going to lift you
onto the trolley now, Josh.

Don't move, we'll do all the work.

On my three. One, two, three.

Sorry, mate, but you can't
come in the ambulance with your son.

Don't worry, mate. I'll get
to the hospital as fast as I can.

And once you're fixed up,

I'll call a lawyer and sue this club
for everything they've got.

Steady on!

That wasn't the first foul play
of the day.

It should never have happened.

Let's just concentrate
on getting Josh out of here.

Is there anyone we can call?
His mother?

No-one. It's just us.

The ref did his job. He red-carded
that kid. Probably get 10 weeks.

And you seriously think that
that's enough to make up for this?

Dad!
Don't move your head, Josh.

JO: You're right, mate.
He's right here.

Seriously, mate, put a sock in it.
Piss off. You're not helping.

Losing it's not going to
do any good, OK?

You'll be alright, mate.

I'll see you at the hospital, OK?

Yep.

Now, listen to me.

I know you're stressed,
but you're gonna have to calm down.

It's only gonna make
your son stressed too

and it's the last thing
that we need, OK?

MIKE: 16-year-old male,

hyperextension
to cervical vertebrae.

Motor-sensory loss from T1.

Priapism noted.
No prior medical history.

Josh, hi. My name is Gabrielle.

Now, if there is anything I can
do for you, you let me know, OK?

Remember, Josh - no nodding, mate.

Can you make sure
my dad knows how to find me?

His dad's on his way
from the sportsground.

I'll bring him to you
as soon as he gets here.

FRANK: Very smoothly
on this one, OK?

On my call - one, two, three.

Are you alright, Josh?
I guess so.

Hang in there, mate.

Josh, can you tell me
if you can feel anything?

Anything?
No.

And again.

Anything?
No.

OK.
X-rays?

Full trauma series and bloods.

Judging by that jumper,
you're a goalie, are you, mate?

Were you winning today?
I think.

It's kind of like I was playing
that game a million years ago.

Hmm.

But I kept Princess Leah
from the dark side.

What does that mean?

My dad's a 'Star Wars' nut.

It's how he taught me goalkeeping.

The ball's Princess Leah.

You take as many hits as you have to

to stop the dark side
trapping her in the net.

Oh.

Where is Dad?

I'll see if I can
find out where he is.

Bloody hell!
OFFICIAL: Can I help?

I can't find my damn car keys.
Maybe that's a good thing.

Getting behind the wheel mightn't be
all that smart right now.

Why don't you catch a cab?
Why don't you keep your mouth shut?

I've heard enough out of you today.

I've given you a long leash
this morning, mate.

Don't go hanging yourself with it.

Here, give me that. If you're
gonna look, do it properly.

You stupid bastard! I'm in a hurry!

Oi, you two, knock it off.

Tell it to him.
I'm telling you both.

Yeah, he started it.
And I'll bloody finish it.

You guys need
to pull your heads in.

I was talking to him, not you.

What do you think you're doing?

Steve! Steve!

I'm fine.
You know what you are?

A sideline Hitler who likes
to throw his weight around.

And trust me,
you've got plenty to throw.

And you're a Socceroos wannabe
who thinks his shit doesn't stink

'cause his kid's a hot-shot player.

And he is!

Well, I got news for you.
It does stink!

And it's your kid
who's got the talent, not you!

That's it. That's it, alright?
Seriously!

MIKE: (ON RADIO) Steve or Jo,
do you copy?

Mike, a bit busy, right now.

Are you OK?
I'm bloody not.

Jesus, mate!
MIKE: What's going on?

Sorry, Mike. I've got to go.

(GROANS)

Hey, nice work, Doctor.

Radiology are ready
to take him straight in.

Mm-hm. Gabrielle will
look after you now, Josh.

We'll see you in a little while.
Alright.

Mike, it's Jo. Are you around?

I'm here, Jo.
Are those sirens I can hear?

Ah, police and ambulance.
It's all good, though.

Police? Learning to bullshit
like their master.

(GROANS) Oh-oh-uh-uh.

Mate, I'm trying to examine you.
Piss off.

Back again. It's all happening
out here today, isn't it?

I take it you guys
are ready to travel ASAP?

JO: You got it.
Well, maybe not.

We need his pain under control before
we've got any chance of moving him.

Right. Well, do you want to take my
patient and call another ambulance?

Yep, sure.

Tell them that it's urgent. He could
have significant testicular trauma.

Cheer up.

After this
we'll get you an appointment

with the plastic surgeon.

You know, fix some of that up.

Well, the toothbrush
is definitely there.

Told ya.

And we're gonna need to operate.

Told ya that too.

She's going on about how I could
crap it out at the slammer.

No, it's not an option.
It's anatomically impossible.

I'll need to see my mum
before the op.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, I couldn't
get through before. It was engaged.

So ring again.

Finch, she's not
your personal secretary.

No, she's a nurse and her job
is calling patient's rellies.

So let's get those
fingers walking, huh?

Mandy, you're asymptomatic,

which means
you're low priority for surgery,

so it's gonna take a while
before they can get you in.

How long's a while?
They'll let us know.

Oh, God!
Oh, please!

(GROANS)
Mandy, where's it hurting?

In my gut.
Why are you even bothering?

Two seconds after you say
she's low priority, she's in pain.

It's a con.
And maybe it isn't.

Organise an urgent CT.

And, Claire, keep trying till you
make contact with Mandy's mum, yeah?

(GROANS) Will you bastards
leave me alone?

This is killing me.

Which is why we're trying to
give you some pain relief.

Like you give a stuff. You're
the reason I got my nuts kicked in.

Mate, you got your nuts kicked in

because you were hitting someone
with a chair.

Apart from the example you're
setting, you could've killed him.

Steve, he's a patient.
He's a bloody idiot.

Jesus, mate.

No LOC. GCS 15. And his pupils
are equal and reactive.

Do you know if your tetanus shots
are up-to-date?

No idea. My son, Josh. I need
to see him. Do you know where he is?

We'll find out.
We need to treat you first.

He couldn't move his legs.
I need to see him now.

Yeah, it will happen as soon as I've
had a look at that head wound.

Do you wanna pass out
in front of your son?

Or scare him,
covered in all that blood?

So just pop over
onto that bed for us, OK?

Nice and easy.
(GROANS)

Good man. Do you have any allergies
we need to know about?

No.

He's got no past medical history,
either.

Hey, fingers crossed for Josh.
Thanks.

Alright, I'm just gonna get you
to squeeze my hands for me.

Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you.

I couldn't help it.
I'm worried about my son.

I understand.

Poor kid.
FRANK: Yeah. T1 fracture.

Can we hold off on telling him
until his dad's here?

You know we can't do that.

If the patient asks...
He has a right to know.

I just meant he'll need his father

when we tell him
he'll never walk again.

GABBY: That will have to wait.

Mr Branston has just come in
but he'll need to be assessed first.

What for?

Apparently, there was an altercation
at the sportsground.

Well, Josh doesn't
need to know that.

(MACHINES BEEP STEADILY)

Hi, mate. How are you doing?

Packing it a bit.
Do you know what's wrong with me now?

Yes, Josh, we do.

Maybe... (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

..maybe I should wait
till Dad gets here.

He won't be long now.

I was thinking,
even if it's good news,

I'm not sure
I want to play soccer again.

So I was thinking
what else we could do.

Maybe kayaking. What do you reckon?

I think we need
to deal with your injury first.

Can we wait till he's with me?

Of course we can.

Still engaged.

Are you OK?

Oh, you know, I keep expecting
Ian to suddenly show up.

Steve reckons he won't come back.

I wish I could believe it.

Well, listen, I will call Security.

I will make sure
he is not allowed on these grounds.

And you've got Steve at home.

Yeah. How's that going?

Yeah, he's been great.

But I just can't
bear him touching me.

That is a very natural response
and I am sure he will understand...

Ian got his wish, didn't he?

He wanted to ruin things
for me and Steve...

..and he has.

They're here.

(SNIFFLES)

Kenny Wilcox, 44,
sustained testicular trauma.

Given total of 15mg morphine -
still in exquisite pain.

He's vomited twice.
GABBY: I'll get a bowl in case.

Jo, what happened to Steve?

Oh, something's going on.
He totally lost it out there.

Did you manage to get in contact
with Mandy's mum?

It's a waste of time.

Face it - all she wants
is a few days on the outside.

Jail's bad enough

but to swallow the junk she has,

I know a cry for help
when I see one.

And it's got everything
to do with the mother.

Lots of people have lousy mums
and bad stuff happens to them.

They don't all end up
in jail because of it.

Since when do we judge our patients?

I'll try calling again.

Thanks.

Is there something I need to know?

No, it's OK. It's personal.

Could I speak to Mrs Finch, please?

Ruptured?
STEVE: Possibly.

It was a solid kick in the nuts.
You'd know.

JO: Let it go.
We're done if you wanna let us go.

You've done more than enough.

Mr Wilcox, try to let us treat you.

Want me to organise an ultrasound?
Yes, and tell them it's urgent.

Keep him nil by mouth.

If it's ruptured,
he'll go straight to theatre.

OK.
(ELEVATOR BELL)

Interesting look.

You left before all the fun started.
What happened?

I'm assuming your story
is the most exciting.

There was a second
medical emergency.

We responded.

OK. Written report from both of you
on my desk by the end of the shift.

Off the record,
I'm not asking you to dob

but what's going on?

Off the record, I think it's
got something to do with Claire.

He came way too close
to losing it today.

Try not to make it read like that
in your report.

Yep.

(LAUGHTER)

I do hope this little tete-a-tete
is work related.

Yeah, of course.

Just looking at the roster.
Oh, the roster. Right.

Are you gonna hassle us every time
we talk to each other now?

No, of course not!
Good.

Anything else?

No, no.

He's just gonna keep on hassling us,
you know that, right?

Well, this is work we're discussing.
The MRU backup roster.

Hang on. I need to
put my name on it.

You're not seriously volunteering
to be one of them?

If the MRU get into trouble,
they're gonna need backup doctors.

I can only see you tripping out
of a chopper, not jumping from one.

I've got a head for heights.
I was a champion diver.

That's cool!

Yep, so it'll be a double pike
with a twist out of the chopper.

What about all of the other
dangerous stuff they do?

You could get hurt.
I can handle it.

OK, your CT shows the toothbrush
is impacted in your duodenum.

Oh, that sounds rank!

Yeah, it's also a bit odd. Is there
anything you want to tell me?

Like...

How long ago you swallowed it.

A while.

It must have been quite a while
for it to be impacted like this.

What's going on?

What does it matter?
It matters because you lied to me.

Welcome to my world.

Did you get onto Mum?

I did but she isn't coming.

Yeah, that'd be right.

What did she say?

Without the swear words, not a lot.
She didn't want to know.

Did she give you a chance
to explain Mandy's condition?

She said she wasn't surprised
and it served her right.

What have you got, Finch? Grab her!

She's swallowed something else.
Spit it out, Mandy. What is it?

It's a bloody torch battery.
Oh, she's choking.

Come on, Mandy.
Try and have a big cough for me.

Bring it up.
Don't let me die.

(MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY)
Her sats are down to 90%.

Page Radiology. We need
a portable chest X-ray urgently.

(SPLUTTERS)
Hey, let me go!

Get Mum. You promise?

I'm getting a battery
out of your throat.

What do you want me to do first?
Let go.

We're fine here.

Try again.

(SPLUTTERS)
Bring back an arrest trolley.

Alright, Mandy. Big cough. Ready?

That battery look like
it's making a reappearance?

Not any time soon.

How's she going?
Panicking.

Desperate.

I had no idea. I thought she just
wanted to get out of jail for a bit.

God, her mother can talk!
Mmm.

I should have been more convincing
the first time I spoke to her.

This is not your fault.

Whatever happened
between the two of them,

it must've been pretty bad if Mandy
thinks it's the only way to see her.

Maybe it's time she stopped trying.
I don't know.

I reckon we all just want our mums.
I don't.

Hmm?

When I told her
Ian was getting violent,

she said it was my fault.

You're kidding.

"Don't piss off your man
and cop it if you do."

That's how she coped with Dad.

He was abusive too?

Well, never to me.

But I saw enough.

Mrs Finch, it's Claire Anderson
from All Saints again.

Your daughter's very unwell and...

Yeah, I know,

but her condition
is now life-threatening and she...

(HANGS UP)

Come on. One more cough.
See if you can bring it up.

I'm sorry, but she's still
refusing to come in.

We really need to get this out.

OK, let's treat it
like a stuck fishbone.

Claire, can you grab some bread,
a can of cola and some glucagon?

Mandy, we're gonna try them
one at a time

and try to get the battery
down into your stomach

then wait for nature
to take its course.

Are you up for that?
(CHOKES)

The X-rays and CT show us

that one of the vertebrae
in Josh's back has broken.

Oh, shit.

With a fracture like this,
the bone shatters

with parts of the bone
entering the spinal cord

and damaging nerves,

which is why he's lost movement
and sensation in his legs.

But he will get it back...
eventually.

I'm sorry to say that I don't think
there's any chance of that.

What? Not even with operations
and physio and stuff?

No. Not even then.

From now on,
he'll be confined to a wheelchair.

(MOANS)

No. (WEEPS)

The poor kid's already lost his mum

and now this?

No bloody way.

There are many services
available to you both.

I will make sure
you have all the details.

He was just running around
a couple of hours ago!

How am I gonna tell him?
You're not expected to.

We're here to explain anything
or answer any questions.

No.

No. It should be me.

He'll need it to be me.

Alright. But, Tom, just
take a minute before you go in. Yes?

Yeah.

ADAM: I want you to sign
this consent form for an endoscopy

so if this doesn't work

we've got a surgical option
to get the battery out.

I know you want
to sort things out with your mum

but it's important
we get that battery out.

If it leaks acid, it could
burn through your oesophagus.

If you don't choke first.

(POUNDS)

We can't force her in here
against her will.

Even if we could,
we don't have the time.

Bloody hell, Finch. You're about
to cark it. Let them treat you.

At least then you'll be alive
to tell your mum to get stuffed.

You're playing with fire, Mandy, but
we'll do our best to start with cola.

(SPLUTTERS)

(MACHINES BEEP STEADILY)

How you doing?

OK.

You up for a visitor?

Is Dad here?

Yeah, mate, I'm here.

Where have you been?
What took so long?

Oh, I lost my bloody car keys.
I can't see you.

I'm coming.

Just slowing up in my old age.

G'day, mate.

What happened? Are you OK?

Oh, I took a tumble.

Don't worry. How are you doing?

I still can't feel anything.

That's bad, isn't it?

Oh, don't you give up, son.

We've always been
winners and grinners before.

So it's not that bad?

Mr Branston, I know you mean well

but Josh needs to hear the truth.

So it is bad.

Just let me do this my way, OK?
Dad.

We understand that
but it's important

that you both start facing
the reality of his situation.

All Josh and I have ever done is
face tough odds and come out on top.

And we will again this time,
won't we, son?

Dr Campion? Is this permanent?

Will I be able to walk again?

No, you won't, son.

I'm sorry.

So I'm in a wheelchair
for the rest of my life?

Oh, jeez, Dad.

I, er...

..I'll be back.

KENNY: You bastard!

You are so lucky I can't move!

Your luck's just run out, you prick!

(ALL SHOUT AND CLAMOUR)

You stopped me from getting here!
You stopped yourself, you goose!

If you don't both stop it,
I'll call Security.

BART: Calm down.
Leave him alone.

Eugh!
Settle down!

Get off!
My nuts!

I'll bloody rip them off
if I can find them!

Hey.
Hey.

Hey! Whoa.

I just lost it out there
at a patient.

I've never done that before.
That's OK.

You've never had to deal with what
you're going through ever before.

My whole life's out of control,
Gabrielle.

I'm so scared
I'm never gonna get it back.

Give it some time!

And when you're ready, please
talk to someone. Talk to Steve...

No, no, I can't tell him
what really happened.

What do you mean?

I said something... to Ian.

I told him I loved him... (SNIFFLES)

..because I thought
he was going to kill me.

Steve would understand...
What if he doesn't understand?

He would. I know.

I can't risk it.

OK.

Come crash with me for a bit.

Some time apart
will take the pressure off.

No, I don't want
to hurt Steve's feelings.

Sweetheart, that is
part of the problem.

You're more worried about him
than you are about yourself.

Let me talk to him.

Mmm.
OK?

Any further damage?
None so far.

Surprisingly.
Alright.

I'll take over.
You can return to the blue corner.

When can I get back to Josh?
I should be with him.

Not until you've calmed down.

The last thing he needs is you
walking out on him again so sit down.

(GROANS)

How long has it
just been the two of you?

12 years.

Well, I know what it's like
to be a single parent.

It redefines the word 'tired',
doesn't it?

I manage.

He's a great kid.

I'm sure he is
but that doesn't stop you

doing your block from time to time.

I never yell at anyone else. Just
those idiots from the soccer club.

Why them?
Because they're idiots.

Josh is their star player.

I've had to fight to get him in
the right position, get him noticed.

Not that it matters now.

Well, why did it matter before?

Because I promised his mother

right before she died
that I'd do anything for him.

So that way it'd be like
he still had the both of us there.

Well, gee, that's putting a bit
of pressure on yourself isn't it?

So I yell at soccer.

It's not like
I can scream anywhere else.

And that's what you wanna do,
isn't it?

Scream.
Yeah.

All day, every day.

Well, for Christ's sake,
find another way to do it.

Build a shed in the backyard
and soundproof it

or get up early and drive into
the middle of nowhere and do it

but don't act like one of them.

Josh needs you to be with him now.

More than ever before.

Yeah.

There, is that better?

You're an angel.

Tell it to my boss.

How are you feeling, Mr Wilcox?

Son, I got kicked in the orchestras.
How do you think?

Well, that's why I want to go through

this consent form
for theatre with you.

The surgeon's gonna make an incision
in your scrotum

and if needs be he'll go on
to perform an orchidotomy.

What the hell's that
when it's at home?

An orchidotomy is the surgical
exploration of a testicle.

Right, and with any operation,
there are certain risks involved.

Such as?

Wound infection, bleeding.

If the testicle itself is severely
damaged it may need to be removed.

You can stop right there, mate.
You're wasting your time.

There's no way I'm signing that!

If my staff are wasting
their time treating you,

you can walk out the door right now.

That is, if you can
get out of bed by yourself.

Can you?

No.

Well, then don't compound
your earlier idiocy

by being an even bigger fool now.

Timely treatment
of testicular trauma

is crucial for a successful outcome.

So unless you want
to walk out of here

with one ball
instead of the customary two,

I suggest you sign the form,
say thank you, and shut up.

Well, not withstanding
the already potential...

Just give me the bloody thing.
Sure thing, Mr Wilcox.

Hey. Got a second?
No.

Boss wants a 'please explain'.

Oh. Well, I'll be quick, then.

You don't need
to worry about Claire.

She's gonna be staying
with me for a while.

She sent you out to tell me that?
I offered.

Whose idea was it? Hers or yours?
Meaning?

Meaning if she's with you,
she can't be with me.

Oh, don't even go there.

If you must know,
I'm worried about the both of you.

How well are either of you
dealing with this?

We'll get there.
Just can't rush these things.

If being together
is getting you nowhere,

maybe you need to take some time out

and there is no shame
in accepting somebody else's help.

(SIGHS)

You told her that Ian wouldn't
be back. How do you know that?

I just do.

What have you done?
Nothing.

Mandy, you're really starting to piss
me off. Just sign the bloody form.

(RIP!)

You wanna be psych scheduled?

I can have the cuffs back on
and you in theatre in 10 minutes.

You won't be able
to do anything to stop me.

Is that what you want?

I know -

and Von is working on it now.

I would be upset at being
rung the third time too, but...

No, we don't have anything
better to do with our time

because we're using all of that
trying to save your daughter's life.

But I'd be interested to know why.

Sure you're OK?

No.

But he can't escape this
so I'm not going to either.

Now you're talkin'.

How's he doing?

I'm sure seeing you
will lift his spirits.

JOSH: Dad?
Yeah, mate?

I said I'd come back.

Did you get into it
with Mr Wilcox again?

You heard?

The whole hospital did.

I've been trying to remember a match

when I didn't
have a blue with somebody.

A ref, a coach.

Another player's dad.

You won't have to worry
about that anymore.

A helluva lot's
changed for us today.

And my temper's one of them.

I'm finished, Dad.

My life's over.

Like hell it's over.

You and me -

we're a team.

Nothing can beat us.

It has this time.

You remember
in 'The Empire Strikes Back'

when Luke and Darth Vader
are fighting

and you think it's all over
because Luke falls into the Abyss?

Yeah, only he gets sucked
into an air vent

and lands on an antenna
so that Leia can save him.

We're in the Abyss right now

but we're gonna get out of it.

We're gonna keep fighting.

'Cause the dark side
hasn't beaten us yet

and it's not going to, either.

You got that?

Yeah.

Mrs Finch...

I understand,

but, look, you may
not always feel that way

and if that day should ever come

and Mandy's no longer alive...

Apparently that day will never come.

Why, though?
The girl's clearly got problems.

She's... she's had four laparotomies
to retrieve swallowed items.

She's had a temporary colostomy
from a pen perforating her bowel

and six endoscopies for pencils,
lids and coins

but none of that's
the end of the world.

Would attempted murder qualify?

What?

Apparently before Mandy's last arrest

she introduced her teenage sister to
drugs and nearly got the kid killed.

So there's no way Mrs Finch
is setting foot in All Saints?

You can quote her on that.

Thanks, Von.

Mandy, listen to me.

Your mother's definitely
not coming in

so I'm gonna give you
one last chance

to sign the consent form
allowing us to operate.

Then I'm gonna have to schedule you
for non-compliance.

Settle down, Finch.
That's not on! You know it.

I don't have a choice.
If I don't do this, you'll die.

(GASPS, CHOKES)

She's choking. Claire.

Claire! Come on!

She's not gonna croak, is she?

Not if we can get her
to theatre quickly enough.

We right?
Yep.

Let's go.

ADAM: Getting at the battery
in theatre was pretty easy

but the toothbrush not so much.

There was no damage
getting it out and, uh...

..you didn't end up
with another scar.

So you won after all.

And Mum.

Can you give us a minute?

I'm not supposed to.

Please?

We found out today
why your mother wouldn't come in.

Not the attempted murder bullshit.

It was Lizzie's idea to take drugs.

I tried to talk her out of it.

And it went bad?

I thought she'd be safer
if I kept an eye on her

but she took more
when I wasn't looking

and she OD'd.

Did you explain that to your mum?

What's the point?

She hasn't spoken to me since.

That's why the toothbrush.

But it was so impacted it must have
been inside you for months.

When she didn't visit at Christmas
I knew she was serious.

So I popped the brush
and waited to feel crook.

Nothing happened.

Why'd you wait till now
to say anything?

Today's my birthday.

I thought
she might have forgiven me.

I'd never dob on my sister but...

..I thought for once
I might come first.

That's tough

when not even your mum
stands by you.

Mmm.

So maybe it's time to let go

and close that door.

I know it hurts
but you can't keep shoving stuff

down your throat
the rest of your life.

She's right.

'Cause that's what it is -
it's your life.

Doing this is just gonna ruin it.

Make it into something good.

Like you did.

It's not impossible.

(SIGHS)

Are you sure you wanna be
on the MRU backup list?

Along with every other doctor
in the hospital.

Come on, stop making
a big deal out of it.

Making a big deal out of what?

What bloody idiot thought this up?
That'd be me.

Since when do we do
Vlasek's dirty work for him?

Well, since one of us
was smart enough to realise

a properly staffed MRU
is in our best interests.

You see?

I just don't want anything
happening to you.

Can't tell if that's sweet
or insulting.

Is there anyone in this department
who isn't on this list?

Don't get any ideas, Beaumont.

You right to go?
Yeah.

How did Steve take it?

About me staying with you.
He understood.

That's the report you wanted.
What's going on, Steve?

Just a stupid incident.

You can read all about it in there.

No, no, no. Sit down. Come on.

I mean, what's really going on?

With you, personally.

Nothing.

OK, well, in that case I'm sorry
but I'm gonna have to ask...

..you back on the booze?

No.

I have thought about it
a bit lately.

Why?

I can't tell you.

Well, if you ever need to...

You know, just when you think
life's going really well...

Yeah. I know.

Had a few times like that myself.

How'd you get through them?

If you're still sober,
I think you already know.

How was your walk on the wild side?

Did you get through to her?

Oh, yeah. Said the words.

Don't we all?

What made you keep saying them to me?

Oh, everyone needs a hobby.

I'm serious.

There were a couple of times when I
wanted to slap her in the face.

I can't imagine
what that would feel like.

So why did you keep
putting up with that from me?

I didn't want you
becoming another statistic

under the Jones Street overpass.

And after that?

Oh, um... which time?

Oh, was it when you...
hocked my television and video

or when you took
the money out of my purse?

All of them.

Why did you keep putting up
with the little jerk I was back then?

Well, the same reasons
you did today.

I thought if I kept digging, I'd...

..I'd find a good kid.

There's always tomorrow, though.