All language subtitles for All.Saints.S12E15 - Seeing the Light.en

So no idea what kind of a state
this guy's in, then?

It won't be good. The grain
in a silo's like quicksand.

Had that drilled into me
as soon as I could walk.

That doesn't get him, there's always
the nitrogen dioxide it gives off

so we'll need these.

Not looking good for our man.
No, it is not.

Come on, Steve.

Never done a silo before.

It stops you
from getting bored, hey?

Ah, sick puppy.

Thank God you're here.

Hi. I'm Mike.
Garth.

This is Jo and Steve.

Who's in the silo?
Me brother Dean. Bloody idiot.

Couldn't wait 10 minutes
to do the maintenance checks.

We've got that, mate.
Just tell us what happened.

Oh, look, we had a fight.
He went in without me.

The safety rope snapped.
I heard him scream.

Pulled on it, but...
Heard anything since?

He was talking for a while,
but not anymore.

Is there any way in
other than through the top?

There'll be a chute at the bottom
but there's no way we...

You can't open that. The corn'll
rush out and suck Deano down.

It'll kill him.
OK. We're not suggesting that.

How full is it?
We had a delivery yesterday.

That was always his job.

I do lots of other stuff.

Steve, you spot me while I go in.

Sure.

We'll just wait here.

He'll be OK, won't he?

Anyone can find him, Jo can.

Moonlighting as a paramedic, Von?

Mr Ellyard is a home care
patient of mine.

He's complained of chest tightness
and shortness of breath.

Let's get you inside.
Oh, really, there's no need to fuss.

Pain settled with oxygen
and half an anginine.

He's 70.
Coronary heart disease and angina.

Honestly, I hate to be a pain.

He self-administers Nitro-Bid
for the angina

but somehow lately
it's not as effective.

Out of date or incorrect use?

Oh, you'd be right on top of that.
Forget I asked.

Are you alright to pop over
onto this bed for me?

Of course, of course.

OK. (GRUNTS)

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Doctor, er...?
West.

But you can call me Bart.
Oh, no. I couldn't possibly.

There we go.
May I help you with that?

Oh, no. I'm alright
but bless you for offering.

Any other medical conditions?

Carry on, Ms Ryan.

Yes. A touch of arthritis.
Weak bladder.

Eyes aren't what they used to be.

Do I have to mention
the Farmer Giles?

(WHISPERS) Piles.
Oh.

Well, that's nothing unusual
for a man of your age.

Oh, sorry. We've interrupted
a special day.

What's the occasion?

Oh, no. That's what I always wear.

It's a hard habit to break.

I was concierge at the Continental
Plaza Hotel for 45 years.

No!

We need troponin levels,
CK-MB, EUC, FBC.

Yep.

You know, I went to a 21st once
at the Continental Plaza.

It was wall-to-wall
actresses, models.

It was very exciting.

Who's the most famous person
you've ever met?

Oh, Mr Ellyard never names names.

No. I'm afraid
I drive Ms Ryan to distraction.

No. Not at all.

But if you got him talking,
you know, he might let one slip.

Oh, I'll certainly try.

Celebrity gossip's fascinating.

So are troponin levels.

Yes. I'll get onto that.

OK. Let's do it.

MIKE: Take it easy, Jo. No heroics.
You know me.

If it gets too much, just say
the word and you're out of there.

She can't.

OK. And don't forget -
mask on at all times, OK?

Since when did you
become such a panic merchant?

Farm boy, remember?
I know what I'm talking about.

Whatever you do, do not...
Do not step on the corn.

I know. Can we do this?

Alright. Going over the rim, Steve.
(CLANG!)

Yep.

Dean?

Dean!

Dean?

Alright, hold it there.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

I'm gonna have to take the mask off.

You can't do that.
The air's far too toxic.

Well, I'll never find the guy
if I don't.

Just for a few seconds.
No more, alright?

(COUGHS)

(COUGHS)

Eugh. Man, it smells
like bleach down here.

Jo, are you alright?
Yeah, I'm fine. It's just the dust.

Dean?

Dean?

It's still moving.
The corn's still being sucked down.

Jeez, that's not good.

(COUGHS)

I've got constant headaches
and nausea and I'm just exhausted.

I'm sick of feeling so sick.

You were recently diagnosed
with type 2 diabetes,

which is being controlled
by metformin.

Are you taking it regularly?
Yes.

Come up here.

Can I take these off?

(MURMURS)

Are you sensitive to the light?

Well, they're very bright
in here, aren't they?

Just watch my fingers for me.

OK. (CLEARS THROAT)

Some of the side effects
of the medication you're on

is nausea, vomiting
and loss of appetite.

No, no, I've got an appetite.

I'm hungry, I just can't
hold anything down.

I manage a few mouthfuls before
the heartburn hits and I throw up.

Are you taking anything
for the reflux?

I've tried everything. Nothing works.

Even the thought of eating
makes me want to gag now.

And if you're thinking
this is all in my head, it's not.

I want to eat.

We'll do our best, Mia.

Let's do full bloods
and chest and abdo X-rays.

Sure.
I've got my final exams soon.

But I couldn't even make it
to the library this morning.

Oh, what are you studying?
Sports psychology.

Sports psychology, huh? I bet you
know all about positive thinking.

How long do you want the essay?

Visualisation techniques,
mind tools, psyching up.

You just use it on yourself.
We'll do our best to fix this.

How about you visualise that?

Your ECG shows diffuse
T wave changes.

In English, your heart
is under strain

because your medication's
not working properly.

Why we still don't know.

But I'm gonna call your cardiologist
and see what he has to say.

I'm up to date with all my patients.
Can I give you a hand?

No, no, we're right.
Yeah, that'd be great.

Let me help.

I heard you worked at the Plaza.

45 years.
Yep?

I had one famous guest tell me
there was a leopard in his room.

What did you do?

Well, I pretended to lasso it, give
it a bowl of milk and lead it out.

(BOTH LAUGH)
Who was that?

Ah, now would you tell me
about your other patients?

Just a hint?
Oh, frustrating, isn't it?

(LAUGHS) Sometimes I'd rather not
hear the bloody stories at all.

Are you kidding? I love this stuff.

(LAUGHS) You know, I've always
wanted to stay at the Plaza.

I've got to go
and call the cardiologist.

You wanna come help me
look up the numbers?

Yeah.

That was subtle. Do you
wanna stay at the Plaza?

They've got spa baths.
When?

Tomorrow night?
Er...

Flower delivery?
Oh, thank you.

Sign here.
Are they for Uncle Frank?

Why would Frank be getting flowers?

Oh, you didn't hear me say that.

No, he hates a fuss. Today
is just like any other day, OK?

It's not his birthday?
We have to get him cake!

No way! It was so difficult getting
him to agree to go out to dinner.

It's for Clare.

Oh. I still think we
should do something.

Too bloody right, instead
of standing around gasbagging.

Don't you have patients
to look after?

Well, cake was a really bad idea.

Am I working tomorrow?
You said you could! What's come up?

Well, nothing will now.

Don't do this to me, Bart.
I spent hours on this roster.

No, it's fine. I'll... do the shift.

Good.

Her electrolytes
are all over the place.

Let's run IV fluids.
She's obviously dehydrated.

OK.
She's hypokalaemic.

Let's put 30 millimoles
of potassium in as well.

You'll need to put her
on a cardiac monitor.

She'll be at risk of arrhythmias.

Er, what else have you got there?

Well, her abdo and chest
X-rays showed up nothing.

Uh-huh. Well, do her ABG's
and an abdo CT.

What are you thinking there, Adam?

Well, she's claiming
she can't keep her food down

but all the results are negative
so... maybe it's an eating disorder.

Well, Mia was adamant it's not.

Well, most anorexics are in denial.

Then why did she come
to a hospital in the first place?

Ah, she's got a point there because
normally they think nothing's wrong

or else they go
to great lengths to hide it.

There could be some physical problem
with her swallowing or digestion.

Yeah, well, let's just see
what the abdo CT tells us.

If not, I'll do an endoscopy.

Listen, have you got
any family history?

That might shed some light
on things.

I'll talk to her
once I organise the CT.

Alright.
Thanks, boss.

Oh, yep. No worries.

(SIGHS) Yeah, no worries.

(SIGHS) Can she see Dean?

Jesus, what's she doing?

Jo, what's happening? Talk to me.

Oh! (GRUNTS)

(PANTS HEAVILY)

I can see something.

Is it Dean?

(COUGHS, SPLUTTERS)

I need more rope.

(OVER RADIO) A bit more. (PANTS)

OK. That's it.

Look, she can't step on the grain.
He'll sink even further.

She knows that. Don't worry.

(COUGHS, GASPS)

Go up!

(GRUNTS)

He's not there. There's just a hat.

Oh, shit!

(COUGHS) Oh!

Shit.

(COUGHS)

I reckon I killed him.

Hey, don't start blaming yourself.

(SCOFFS)
You don't know what happened.

I deliberately went slow to show him
how much I did around the place.

He got pissed off.
He wouldn't wait any longer.

No-one could survive in there
for this long.

I gotta look for him too.

Hey, we don't want to have to
rescue you as well.

Just stay right where you are.
Jesus.

Jo? Jo, for God's sake, answer.

She must be off air again.

(COUGHS)

MIKE: (OVER RADIO) Jo?

I'm here.

I'm still looking.

(COUGHS)

OK.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(BREATHES SHARPLY, FRANTICALLY)

You're adopted.
Yep. Just after I was born.

Do you know anything
about your birth parents?

No. Sorry.

You think I may have
inherited something from them?

Family medical history could give us
some clues as to what's going on.

Have you ever tried
tracking them down?

I know some people do but I love
my parents and the life I've got.

Not like anyone
came looking for me either.

Is there any chance
your adoptive parents

might know something
about your biological ones?

I doubt it.

I mean, I never got the impression
they'd kept anything from me.

Would you mind if we called them?
No.

Good luck. They're in a caravan
somewhere in the Kimberleys.

Mobile reception's hopeless.

Fingers crossed
they'll give us some answers.

That's not a recognised
positive thinking technique.

If it works maybe it should be.

Well, I need a thesis subject
for next year.

Cheers.

What about Friday night?
Uh, can't. I'm rostered on.

Um, Sunday arvo?
No. No.

Um, Monday night?
Uh, night?

Yeah.
I can do that.

Really?
Yep.

That's so far away, though.

Hold that thought.

If you'd rather spend some time with
Bart, we can cancel dinner tonight.

It's your birthday.
I've got a lot of paperwork to do.

(LAUGHS) You never do paperwork!
Grrrr.

Don't make that noise.
There's more to life than work.

Anyway, I think it's a special
occasion even if you don't.

What kind of restaurant is it?
Your favourite - French.

Do they make
Cassoulet de Castelnaudary?

(LAUGHS) Yeah, of course.
That's why I picked it.

7:30 OK?
Mm.

(CLANG!)
Jo, what's happening?

MIKE: (OVER RADIO)
Jo, how you going?

(COUGHS) Stop hassling.
I've got a job to do.

You wanna swap?

Touch that rope, Steve,
and I'll wrap it around your neck.

OK? (COUGHS)

More rope!

I've got him.
He's alive. He's got my hand.

I'm gonna need you to open
the chute once he's secure.

It's alright, mate.
I've got you now.

The photographers were dressed up
as housekeeping staff,

hiding in the storeroom.

I had to smuggle this Academy Award
winner out in a laundry trolley.

No.
Ugh! Oh!

More pain?
Yes, it's here and here.

BP is 150 on 90. Heart rate is 97.

We're gonna treat your angina
with half a tablet of anginine.

See how that goes.

Right. You know you'll have a
tingling feeling and that's normal.

Deep breaths for me.

Yes. She'd been parading up and down
on her balcony without a stitch on.

Try not to talk, please.

No wonder the photographers
were after her.

Who was it?

Discretion is always the better part
of valour, Miss Jaeger.

Yeah, well, I won't tell anybody.
I would have lost my job!

But you're retired now.
Obs.

120 on 75. Pulse is 88.

How you feeling?
Oh, much better.

Much better, Dr West. Thank you.

Your cardiologist told me
you've been responsive to nitrates,

which means your medication
should be working too.

It doesn't make any sense.

Let's do a repeat ECG.
OK.

What's his home situation - married?

Only once, to his job.

Look, he can't live at home
with an unstable heart condition.

If we can't fix this, a care
facility might be on the cards.

Oh, a man who loves his privacy.
That'd break his heart.

Thanks for your time.

No, I'm sorry,
that's all I can tell you right now.

Of course I will.

'Bye.

Mia's adoptive parents know nothing
about her birth mother or father.

Hm. Her abdo CT results
tell us nothing either.

They did say she's suffered
from this sort of thing before,

when she was doing her HSC,
but never this bad.

And she's got exams coming up now.
So you're saying it's stress?

If it is stress, she may not be
eating properly, drinking more,

plus the effect the stress hormones
would have on her diabetes.

Surely that doesn't explain
all the symptoms.

Back to square one -
what's stopping her eating?

You've ordered the endoscopy?

Yeah. We're just waiting on it now.

And you say she's photophobic?

Neurological tests were negative.

The ophthalmoscope showed
peripheral neuropathy,

which I put down to the diabetes.

Did you use the slit lamp?

Alright, let's try that.

And there's another basic test
we haven't tried either.

What's that?

Watch her eat.

Do I have to?
It's just a milkshake.

Nothing horrible, I promise.

If we watch you eating we might be
able to see what's going wrong.

What's that for?

It's to examine your eyes again.
But first we'll try this.

I'm gonna be sick.

(RETCHES)

You see? I'm not making this up.

(GASPS AND COUGHS)

(STRAINS) They're not moving.
What's taking so long?

Jo, are you alright?

(COUGHS)

Stop.

Stop -
you're gonna rip my arms off.

It's too much pressure.
It's like a cork in a wine bottle.

The best way to release
is to open the chute at the bottom.

We can't do that.
He'll get sucked straight down.

Not if we secure him first.

Jo can barely hold onto him now.
She won't have the strength.

I'm going in.
(COUGHS)

Hurry up!
Hang on, I'm coming in.

I don't know how much longer
I can hold him.

(COUGHS)

(GASPS)

Where's your rope?
I dropped it.

Here.

We don't have much time.

Jo's in a bad way.
It's a bloody nightmare in here.

Can you get the harness onto him?

He's in too deep.
All I can see are his hands.

(MUFFLED) We need to tie the rope
around his hands.

Are you up to it?
Yeah, of course.

You need that more than me.

No, I need to see the knots
that I'm tying. Take it!

Give me an update.

Jo's securing him now.

Stand by to open the chute.

You're secure this end.

As soon as Jo is done, get her the
hell out of here and open the chute!

Will do.

Go.

He's tied off.

OK, Garth, open the chute!

Go, go. Hang on tight, Steve.

He's out.

Come on, mate. Come on.

He's with us. Get him out of here!

(COUGHS)

(MAN GRUNTS)
Sorry, mate.

(GROANS)
I'm so sorry.

Thank God you're alright.
He's gonna be OK, won't he?

His right shoulder's been dislocated
but we're about to fix that.

I've given you some pain relief
but I gotta warn you - this'll hurt.

Just do it.
Can't be any worse than in there.

OK, I'm gonna pull your arm out
this way

and line the joint up with the
socket and it'll pop back in again.

Alright?
Yeah.

(GROANS)
Deep breath. And...

(CRACK!)
Arggh!

That's good. It's back in.
Oh. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that's better.
So he'll be fine now?

Shoulder is gonna ache for
a few days but you're one lucky boy.

I reckon it was the shirt
over my head that saved me.

Yeah.
You had a pocket of air to breathe.

Thought I was a goner for sure.

You shouldn't have taken off,
you know?

You can talk, you stupid dick.

How's he doing?
He's OK.

Could you put that back on, please?

What is it with you and masks?

How you feeling?
Yeah, good.

As long as I don't have to go back
into a silo anytime soon.

Right. Wonder Woman's met her match,
has she?

Got out in one piece, didn't I?

Hey, sit down.
I'm fine.

Come on.
Sit down before I have to make you.

I'd like to see you tr...

Jo? Jo, open your eyes.

Let's see what
the slit lamp tells us.

Just sit there
and we'll pop some drops in your eyes

so we can see into them better.

Just look up for me.

(GASPS)

Put your chin here
and your forehead against this bar.

Can you lower the lights please,
Claire?

That's great, Mia. Thank you.

Try not to blink too much.

Tell me what you see.

Crystals.
Mm.

What does that mean?

It means you might have
something called cystinosis.

I'll hurry up the endoscopy.
We'll need a urine sample.

I visualised nothing serious.
Did it work?

We really can't be certain yet.

And by the time I'd arrived,

the actor in question was completely
covered in chocolate mousse.

(LAUGHS)
Hm. Not even a hint?

No, I didn't think so.

Listen, I have to go and chase up
some sort of test.

Amy will look after you.

Does nothing silence him?

Sleep, apparently.

It's just no fun if you don't know
who he's talking about.

Can you make sure Bart gets that?

He won't get into the seminar
without it.

"Dendritic Cells
and Antibacterial Immunity."

That sounds like a wild night.

I think it'll be a fascinating night

and I'm sure Bart will find it so
as well.

That old guy is driving me nuts.

Is that what happens when you
spend 45 years in the same job -

you end up a crushing bore?

Hang on!

No - he's sweet, but she's right.

Promise me we'll talk about
something else at dinner.

I don't only talk about work.

Much!

Ooh, there you are.
These came for you.

Oh, they're gorgeous!

Oh!

"Thinking of you."
Must be from Steve.

Aw. That's nice.

Didn't know Steve could write.

There you go.
Thank you.

Have a great day, Mr Kingsley.

Thanks. I will.

You OK?

Where are the facilities, please?

Oh, um, heart patients
can't go anywhere. Just in case.

So it's here.

I couldn't possibly put that
near any part of my person.

Well, you've got no choice,
I'm afraid.

We'll just step outside
for a minute.

Absolutely. You'll be completely
private. No-one will come in.

This reminds me of the time a famous
cricketer passed out in the bathroom.

Doesn't he talk about anything else?

I thought you loved this stuff.

Oh...

I had to keep the shower curtains
closed until the ambulance arrived.

I-I couldn't risk
anyone else seeing him.

Not with his... family jewels
on display.

It's like he's had nothing
in his life apart from work.

How sad is that?
You're sad.

Everything alright here?

Yeah, of course.
Patient's just using the bottle.

And that gives you
the right to slag him?

No. Of course...
Good.

Happy bloody birthday.

My apologies.

False alarm.

No, that's fine. Don't worry.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

O2 sats 92%, resps 28.
A little laboured.

No wonder, considering
what she just breathed in.

I'm fine.

You're not fine. You fainted 'cause
your lungs are full of silo gas.

Splitting headache. That's all.

(COUGHS)

Maybe I will sit down
for a bit longer.

Make that the next 24 hours.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)
I'll try not to throw up on you.

That's what
all the pretty girls tell me.

You're dating the wrong ones.
Not anymore.

(COUGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)
(COUGHS)

(SIREN WAILS)

32-year-old male exposed to
nitrogen dioxide and crop dust.

Suspected fractured ribs.

Right shoulder relocated on site.

He'll need routine bloods
and methaemoglobin levels.

Yep, I'm onto it.

Dean, just move across to that
bed there. Take it easy. Slowly.

There we go.
That's it.

G'day. I'm Dean.

Chatty for a Resus patient,
aren't you?

We're fine here, thanks, Frank.
I...

I mean it.
Nothing serious happening here.

So if you've got other patients...

She dropped her breathing apparatus
in the silo,

exposed to nitrogen dioxide,
loss of consciousness at the scene,

complaining of headaches, nausea,
shortness of breath, coughing.

You obviously went in too, so you'll
need to be assessed as well.

Just make sure Jo's OK first.

Adam, need a hand here.

Stop fussing.
I can get out of this thing myself.

Well, you don't look OK to me.

Hey, you're not exactly
Brad Pitt either.

If you're gonna insult me,
you can put that back on.

What treatment has she had?

O2 therapy,
ventolin neb 5 milligrams, IVC.

Alright. I'm gonna need ABGs,
pulmonary function test,

ECG and a chest X-ray, please.

I don't need all that.

You can't even stand up, Jo.

Drop the tough chick act.
What do you think it's proving?

I don't have to prove anything. Been
in this job longer than you have.

Right. This is not a competition to
see who's the most indestructible.

You're coming with me
for a chest X-ray and bloods.

Let me know how she is.

Will do.

OK. They've gone.
You can stop trying to save face.

I wasn't.

Silo gases can kill.
You must know that.

Then I'm with Steve.

What is your problem?

Your CK-MB and troponin levels
are negative,

which means we've got no idea
what's causing your recurrent pain.

GABBY: Where's the pain now?
Here. Here.

Alright, let's give him
another half a tablet of anginine.

Deep breaths for me, Mr Ellyard.
What's his BP?

Er, tachycardic and hypertensive.

I'm terribly sorry.
No, no, no.

2.5 milligrams morphine IV.

How's the pain now?

Oh, it is subsiding somewhat,
Miss Jaeger, thank you so much.

Because of your persistent symptoms

we'd like to keep you in
for observation for a couple of days.

I see.

If we can't get to the bottom of this
I'm concerned about you living alone

and having prolonged episodes
of chest pain.

Er...

Look, we may have to
look to the possibility

of you moving into a care facility.

I couldn't live
in my own house anymore?

There's a high risk of complication
with unstable angina.

But couldn't Miss Ryan
visit me at home more often?

Well, I can't be there all the time.

I assume I'd be living
with a lot of strangers.

There would be other people
living there, yeah.

I suppose it wouldn't be too bad.

Hmm? Sorry?

Every stranger's
just a friend one hasn't met yet.

People who haven't
heard your stories.

Wonderful.

Well, if... if that's
what you think's best, I...

I'll get you some information.
You can think about it.

Well, blow me down.

Patient who actually
wants to go to a home.

Work's been his whole life
and what's he got now, hey?

Memories. No-one to tell 'em to.

Hey. Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Mia's endoscopy results are here.
OK, thanks. I'll be back in a sec.

Take your time.

(COUGHS)

The endoscopy and urine analysis
both confirm cystinosis.

Which is...?

Basically, your body can't process
cystine, which is an amino acid,

and so it forms crystals which build
up in your cells and your organs.

Like your pancreas,
which is why you developed diabetes.

Well, is there any way to stop it?

There's medication
to control the symptoms,

though unfortunately no cure.

So the crystals
will just keep forming?

The medication will delay
or prevent that to a certain extent.

We'll do a renal ultrasound
to test kidney function

because kidneys are particularly
susceptible to cystine accumulation.

So my kidneys are
gonna pack it in too?

No, no, no, as we said,
the drugs will help.

Yeah, but if they don't
I'll end up on dialysis, right?

That is the worst-case scenario

and even then
there's the option of a transplant.

Because you can't swallow, we'll
need to put in a nasogastric tube

which goes in through your nose and
is attached to a bag of nutrients.

And, what, I just wear that forever?

No, no. Just during this acute phase.
Well, what if it doesn't work?

In that case, you'll have a permanent
feeding tube into your stomach.

But there is a lot we can do
before it gets to that.

Everything I wanna be...

..and do...

..is over.

I'm sorry, Mia.

That part of the job
never gets any easier.

No, but well done, boss.
I wrote the photophobia off.

No thrill in being clever
this time, Rossi.

Er, where is Jo?
I dunno, but you better go find her.

I'll take care of
the nasogastric tube.

Hey, whoa!
What are you doing out of bed?

Relax. Top of the class.
Passed all my tests.

No, no, wait a minute. You need
24-hour obs and cardiac monitoring.

I told Adam I'd come straight back
if I was feeling alright.

Crap. You've just
checked yourself out.

You do know the delayed symptoms
you could be suffering from?

I'm fine.

Fever, myalgia, palpitations,
pulmonary oedema, coma.

I'm not gonna have you
putting yourself at risk like this.

Stop worrying.

And while we're at it, what about
the other members of your team?

You ever think about them?

What you did out there today
was totally unacceptable.

You should've told us
that you'd dropped your mask

the moment it happened,
you know that.

I thought I'd be OK.

Bullshit.

You just couldn't bear to admit

that you could possibly have
any kind of a problem.

You're supposed to be
the rescue coordinator

but Steve had to go into that silo
and rescue you.

Mike, I'm sorry.

Are you?

You know, this 'I'm indestructible'
act isn't gonna do you any good

if you end up dead
or maybe someone else does.

Tell me you got lost
on the way to the toilet.

Are you following me?
That's stalking.

That's me covering my arse.

Anything happens to you,
Mike'll have my head on a plate.

If I go back to bed
will you leave me alone?

For every 59 minutes
between hourly obs, you got it.

Fine.

Anything for peace.

I have new-found respect for you.

Having to wrangle her every day.

So we have got a bed available
for you in the cardiac ward

and you can pack your things
and move on up.

Really? So soon?
Mmm.

Well, we don't waste time
when a patient's health is at stake.

Oh, look, thank you all
so much for your help.

Where did that blood come from?

The, er... the 'Farmer Giles'.

I do wish you could fix those.

They're worse than everything else
I've got put together.

Yes, but you've got cream for those.
Doesn't make any difference.

What are you using?
Well...

No, that's not it.
Yes, it is.

No. That's your angina paste.

You sure? I know
my eyes aren't the best but...

That explains everything.

Mixing up the tubes means both
your conditions have gone untreated.

Well, that would certainly explain

why the angina
isn't getting any better.

And as for the... Farmer Giles,
they would only bleed more.

So the only reason I'm in here

is because I put
the wrong cream on my bottom?

Yeah.

I spent my life trying to make sure
everything is just right.

Even picked parsley out of risotto
for royalty.

And then I go and do
something like this!

Oh, well.

After 45 years, I guess you're
allowed one little slip-up.

Now, we will have to admit you

just to stabilise the angina
and fix the haemorrhoids

but you'll be going home
in a couple of days.

No care facility, then?

Well, I don't see
any reason why now.

Oh.

Hello, you.
Hello, yourself.

Er, Gabrielle left this for you.

"Dendritic Cells and
Antibacterial Immunity'.

Hot! (LAUGHS)

It's a seminar
Frank's making me go to.

When is it?

No, no, no.
What about the spa bath?

Trust me, I'd rather be in a spa with
you than in a seminar with Frank.

Mmm. We'll have to
make it next week.

I can't wait that long.
Me neither.

Why did you ever
mention the spa bath?

What happened? Are you alright?

I'm fine.
Just breathed in a bit of silo gas.

Relax. He wasn't exposed for long
but I'd still like bloods taken.

I'll get onto Radiology
and get that chest X-ray.

Feel better already, seeing you.

Hmm! Aren't you Mr Smooth?!

"Thinking of you." Is that
what you say to all the girls?

What?

Oh, I'm only teasing.
They're beautiful.

It was really sweet of you.
What was?

Oh, come on!
I know the flowers were from you.

Claire, I didn't
send you any flowers.

Welcome on board, mate.
Glad you could join the team.

I'm looking forward to it.
How's my luck, huh?

On the lookout for a new mechanic
and you waltz in and fit the bill.

It's worked out perfectly
for me too.

I'll see you first thing Monday.

I don't get you, Jo Mathieson.

Oh, can we drop this, please?

You risk your life
to help other people

but make a big deal about
me chasing after you.

Don't you think
you're worth the effort?

Sure, I just hate people
having to make one.

Ah, because then they know
you stuff up sometimes.

I hate making mistakes.

And I thought I was bad.

I, er, think you know
what to do with that.

And the mask.
Yep.

Yeah, I've copped a lecture about not
wanting to fail a few times myself.

So? We have high standards.
There's nothing wrong with that.

As long as it doesn't kill us.

Anyway, lecture over
and just in time for dinner.

Oh, and by the way,
it's corn chowder.

Righto, keep swallowing for me.

That's it.

Oh, we're nearly done, Mia.

Toomey syringe.

OK, you can fix that in place.

We'll need to take an X-ray

to confirm the position, Mia,
but everything's looking fine.

Not to me.

I know it's been a lot to take in

but there's no reason why you can't
enjoy a perfectly normal life.

With a bag strapped to my side?

Hey, it may only be temporary,
remember?

I want a career in sports.
How's that meant to work?

Coaching's not about
sitting on a bench.

You've gotta be out there
doing the training too.

You'll have to make some adjustments.

There's no room for that,
not at the elite level.

You either cut it or you don't.

Don't suppose
I can have kids either.

Some women with cystinosis have
fallen pregnant and had babies.

I won't even get past
the first date!

Excuse me while I hang
my bag of goo on your chair

while you eat your posh food.

Even if you end up
with a permanent feeding tube,

and there's every chance you won't,

you don't have to make that
stop you doing whatever you want.

The kidney failure will.

And then the dialysis
and then the transplant,

if I'm lucky enough to get one.

We don't know that
any of that's going to happen.

That's so easy for you to say,
isn't it?

You've had your life. You've done
the things you've dreamed of.

Now, you take care of yourself.
Thank you, Dr West.

What a way to find out
all I needed was new glasses!

Yes, an eye test would
probably have been easier.

You leaving us, Mr Ellyard?
Yeah. Thank you, Dr Campion.

I've had excellent
service and attention.

Well, that's what we're here for.

I used to be the one
to say that to people,

so busy and needed and then,
before you know it, it's over.

Now, don't say that.
Of course you're needed.

Now, where else would Von
hear stories like yours every week?

Yes, I keep telling him to write
them down. They seem wasted on me.

That reminds me of the famous author
who stayed with us once.

He had one too many Pimm's

and wrote his garbled thoughts
on the wall in Vegemite.

At least I hope it was Vegemite.

I really need to go to
the utilities room.

I don't.
Pity.

Yep.

Look, I know you don't want a fuss
but this isn't one. It's just a card.

OK? Happy birthday.

Bloody Amy.
Look, it wasn't her fault.

It was the extra spring in your step
that gave you away.

Charlotte, I think I'm bored.

Well, had you told us, we would've
organised something for you.

No, no, I don't mean that.
I mean I think...

It's me, isn't it? I'm boring.

Trust me, Frank, you're anything but.

I'm gonna become
one of those tedious old farts

who drones on incessantly

about his greatest moments
in medicine, aren't I?

That isn't boring.
It would be!

You ask anyone who came within
earshot of that old bloke

that Bart was treating today.

I don't think there's...
He lived and breathed his work too.

And when he retired there was
nothing left for him to do.

Is that what you think
is gonna happen to you?

Young Mia was right, you know.

I've done everything
I could possibly have dreamed of.

Made the best ED there is
with the best staff

and now there's nothing left to do.

You just picked her diagnosis.

Any one of you
would've picked that eventually.

No, it's not that.

I've lost my passion.

You know what, Frank? I think
you should stay home next birthday.

That's why Vlasek did
the big career change, you know.

When was the last time
I did anything spontaneous?

When I went to Paris,
and even that blew up in my face.

So fly somewhere else!

Sorry I'm late. Something came up.
Are you ready for dinner?

(GROANS) Oh, yes.

I suppose I have to go, do I?

On your birthday you suppose right.

What's wrong with him?
Ah...

I wish I knew.