All language subtitles for All.Saints.S12E35 - The Two of Us.en

(THEME MUSIC)

It's two guys stuck in a lift.
Sounds pretty straightforward.

Wouldn't count on it.

Hey, can you jump out of the way?
Sorry.

You know, you really oughta have
a surgeon onboard.

We'll manage.

Just remember
Steve's in charge today.

God help us all.
Don't think of me as your boss.

More as a friendly facilitator.
I'm driving.

You're dreaming, Russo.

Keep me posted.

(SIREN WAILS)

(GRUNTS)

My name's Steve, mate. I'm a doctor.
Gonna be out soon, OK?

Right, close this floor. Make sure
all lifts are locked down and empty.

Can you get us a crowbar, please?
No worries.

Somebody help me.

What's your name, mate?
Jake.

OK, just hang in there.
We'll have you out soon.

How's my brother doing? Is he OK?
He's in good hands.

Don't you worry, alright?
I'm gonna check on Rescue.

OK.

I'm Adam. What's your name?
(GRUNTS)

I'm just gonna
shine this torch in your eyes.

Seems disoriented.
Could be a head injury.

Come on,
we're just trying to help.

He's deaf.
What's his name?

DC. But he can't lip-read either.

It's so broken. I mean,
you should've heard the snap.

Well, maybe
it's a tendon or something.

Oh, Charlotte,
this is Paul Spalding.

He has a suspected broken ankle
from a fall at home.

Hello, I'm Dr Charlotte Beaumont.
G'day.

Can I just get you
to hop up onto the bed for me?

Yeah, I'll give it a go.
Hey!

Whoop!
What were you doing at the time?

At this one's beck and call,
as usual.

Hey, I told you I'd get it.

He was dragging my suitcase
down from the attic

and he tripped on the ladder.

How's that pain now?
Giving me something to think about.

I bet. 2.5 milligrams of morphine.
Let's grab an icepack, please.

Sure. Getting it.
Ow.

Well, there's swelling and bruising
consistent with a break.

We'll just get
an X-ray to confirm that.

Good work, Dad. Even for you.

He seriously
trips and bumps into everything.

Well, hopefully it won't be too long
before we get you outta here.

That's good,
because we got a few people

coming round tonight
for her going-away.

Oh, no, no. We're cancelling it.
No way, mate.

You heading off somewhere?

Er, yes. To hug penguins.
Hmm?

She's got a one-year placement
on a science boat to Antarctica.

Leaves next week.
Wow.

Gonna save the planet,
aren't you, darling?

No, Dad.
She's something else.

Dad!
No, you are. She is.

(MAN WHIMPERS)

DC, stay nice and calm for me, OK?

Nice and still.
How did it happen, mate?

Oh, bloody lift jammed.

DC was stuck. He freaked out.

So I climbed up through the manhole
to see if there was

any way of releasing the doors
and the whole thing just shifted.

I got stuck. I dunno.

Alright, on three. One, two, three.

(GROANS)

OK, I've got him.
You look after Jake.

OK.

OK, mate, I'm Adam. This is Jo.

We're gonna get you outta here
as soon as we can.

Are you guys cleaners?
I am.

DC was just giving me a hand
on his day off.

What does he normally do?

He studies ag science online.

Is he gonna be alright?

Try and keep still, alright?
He's well looked after.

Can you cannulate me some morphine?

Yes.
Five milligrams.

Am I gonna lose my arm?
Not if we can help it.

(SINGS) ♪ If you're happy
and you know it, clap your hands!

♪ If you're happy
and you know it... ♪

Yeah, petal, you'll make it worse...
Oh, come on, Von! Join in!

Won't hurt you
to crack a smile for once.

♪ If you're happy
and you know it... ♪

Joan Marden,
early-onset Alzheimer's.

Also a burn to the forearm.

Hi, there. I'm Dr West.

Can you hop up on the bed for us?

Put that thing away
before someone gets hurt.

You heard her! Hmm!

Come on, Joan, make yourself comfy.

Alright, Joan, I'm just gonna
have a look at your arm.

That is nicely dressed.
Of course it is!

If you want something done properly,
you ask a nurse.

Joan was Director of Nursing
back in my Ward 17 days.

I see. Well, it's a very good job.

But there's no dressing on the burn.

The crepe bandage is stuck to it.

We'll get some normal saline
and remove that.

Sure.

One of your home care patients?
No, she's a friend.

She lives alone.

She phoned me this morning
pretty distressed.

I haven't seen her for a few months.

I didn't realise
it had got this bad.

I trust you are
going to put gloves on.

Oh, of course.

Where do they find
these agency girls?

Deli counter at Woolies?

Nice and easy. Just move them
to where they can see each other.

(VOCALISES)

Can you tell him I'm Steve,
please, mate?

Hold out your hand.

Steve.
Steve.

Go with Steve.

Go with Steve.
Back soon.

Yep.

How's that pain?

It's not great.

OK, give him
another bolus of morphine.

We're gonna give you
some more pain relief,

and we need you to stay awake for us,
alright, if you can?

What was that last thing
your brother signed to you?

It was the first thing
I ever learnt to sign.

You, me, we.

Reminds us
that we're always connected,

that we're never alone.

(GRUNTS)

Well, I have your X-rays, and they
confirm your ankle is fractured

but it's non-displaced
so there's no need for surgery.

Oh, that's great.
Good.

You'll be in plaster
for about six weeks.

Gabrielle will put the cast on today
and you're right to go home.

That's a relief. Thanks.
Pleasure.

Look, I think
I'm gonna postpone my trip.

I think not.
Well, who's gonna look after you?

That reminds me, oh...
Whoa, whoa.

I got this from a magazine
in the waiting room.

See? They need you more than me.

Dad, this is the North Pole.

There are no polar bears
in Antarctica.

Well, how would you know
if you never, never go?

What... (LAUGHS)

You can have some of that water
now, if you like.

Oh, great. Don't!
I can get it.

I don't mind.
I'm not an invalid yet.

Shush. Here you go.

Righto.

Thought my dad was stubborn.

Oh, infuriating, aren't they?

Bet you don't live with
yours, though.

No, mine just passed away recently.
(COUGHS)

Oh.
Hey, hey, hey.

Lean forward. There we go.

There we go.

He chokes on everything.
Even custard, for God's sake.

Here, no, just sip it.
Nice deep breaths for me.

Alright.
There we go.

I'm gonna go and get
that plaster trolley.

Just try and stay in one piece
till I get back, OK?

Yep. Thank you.

BART: It's not too serious.
What are the waiting times?

Sorry?
You heard me, Doctor.

Er, I... I dunno.

Er, are you right to re-dress that?
Yep.

And we'll run some IV fluids.
She's a little dehydrated.

(BELL DINGS)

Don't worry. It's nothing.

I know what it is. Turn the bloody
thing off before the patients panic.

Why don't I do that?

You just worry about getting better.

Patronise me again, Heather,

and you will find yourself
back behind the deli counter

making potato salad.

Joan, it's Claire.

Sister Marden to you.

You're a patient at All Saints.

You burnt your arm. Do you remember?

It was the soup.

I tipped it on my arm
to gauge the temperature.

Oh, why did you do that?

I was testing it
for the babies in Maternity.

Did I put this bandage on
without a dressing?

Don't worry about that now.
But I would never do that.

A crepe bandage
directly onto a burn?

I am so sorry.

Wasting your time
over something so silly!

Oh, time spent with you, Joan,
it's never a waste.

Charlotte, you know our mate
with the broken ankle?

I just wondered whether something
else might not be going on.

Such as?

He just choked on some water before,
which is nothing much.

Just that his daughter says
he does it all the time.

There could be
something else going on.

Take bloods and do an ECG
while you set the ankle.

We'll see if anything comes up.

Sure.

Have you got a licence
for that thing?

Don't have one for a car either.
Doesn't stop me from driving.

Hey, we're just gonna
take some bloods.

Hmm?
Why?

It's just routine, really.

Or do you think
something's wrong or...?

Just wanna check your father's fall
wasn't because of something else.

Like what?

Just let her do her job, sweetheart.

Hang on, someone's gotta
look after you, Dad.

Feisty.
Yeah.

I was too when it came to my dad.
Don't worry.

I'm sorry. It's just...
it's just the two of us, you know?

Completely understand. Listen,
I'm gonna get these off to Pathology.

And hopefully the two of you should
be out of here before too long.

That's good
'cause you still gotta pack.

Well, if I'm still going.
You're still going.

We'll see.

(LAUGHS)

This is DC,
found trapped between lift doors.

Suspected chest
and abdominal injuries.

Hypertensive and tachycardic.

(SILENCE)

Profoundly deaf and can't lip-read.

It's OK, mate. It's OK.

On my count.

All good? One, two, three.

(GRUNTS)

I want full bloods
with urgent crossmatch.

No worries.

Let her help. Let her help.
He's becoming increasingly combative.

I'm not sure whether
it's the pain or the blood loss.

Could be the fact he's got no idea
what we're doing to him.

Get a FAST. Get onto Radiology.

I want a full trauma series
and abdo CT.

How's the other casualty going?
Still trapped when I left.

Rescue should be there by now.
(SILENCE)

You're safe now.

Won't be able to
hold his hand all afternoon.

Good luck, mate.

Mike wants to be kept informed.

That's what phones
and interns are for.

On my way. Amy.

Hey. Are you free after work?

I'm not sure.

You either are or you aren't.

Look, I don't really have time...
Parker!

When you've finished gossiping.

Sorry, Dr Campion.
(QUIETLY) Sorry. Sorry.

Yeah, sure.
Thanks.

I can't take this any longer.

I can't take this any longer.
Yes, you can, mate.

You're doing really well.

Any word on Rescue?
May be another 30 minutes.

Won't be long now.
You're gonna be OK.

How are his obs?
BP's still dropping.

Let's get him some more fluid.

He's already had 2.5 litres.

Give him any more,
his blood's not gonna clot.

Let's go another 500 mils.

Come on, Jake, try and stay awake,
alright?

Why is your brother called DC?

Surname's Washington.

Your brother
never learnt to lip-read?

He chose not to.

Hearing people can't be bothered
learning to communicate with him.

Why should he be arsed?
Fair enough.

He's proud of who he is. So am I.

Wouldn't have him any other way.

How's it looking?
You've got pretty extensive damage.

I can't lose my arm.
How will I talk to DC?

Please, save it.

Whatever it takes.

We'll do our best, mate.

Stay with us, Jake.
Jake!

Jake? Jake?

Check his breathing.
Can you hear me?

Poor kid's full of fluid.

Yeah. His organs are so crushed it's
hard to tell where it's coming from.

Blood gas is showing increasing
metabolic acidosis.

OK, let's set up for
intra-abdominal pressure monitoring.

I tell you what,
Steve runs a tight ship, doesn't he?

You better watch your back.

Tell the truth,
I have been a bit worried.

Worried I might die of boredom
hanging around in ED all day.

Ha-bloody-ha.

(WHIMPERS)
BP's 75/40 and no urine output.

His abdomen's distended.
Looks like compartment syndrome.

Which means, Parker?

Means the fluid in his abdomen
is putting pressure on his organs.

He's bleeding out.
Gonna need an emergency laparotomy.

Alright, I'll call theatre.
No time for that.

We're gonna have open him up here.

Still bored?

How is he?
Brief loss of consciousness.

But he's back now. BP's still low.

Jake, come on, stay with me.
Can I have a word, please?

Sure. Bree, can you take over?
Er, yeah.

We have to amputate.
Can you hold off for a bit?

Rescue are almost here.
I'm not waiting any longer.

He'll be dead if
we don't get him out soon.

I told him I'd do everything. Hands
are how he talks to his brother.

He won't say much if he's a corpse.

So hacking his arm off,
that's an order?

If it isn't, get out of my face
so I can keep him alive.

If you guys have finished
your little cock-off,

that main cable's gotta be cut
to release the flywheel.

So I'm gonna secure access points.
Give Rescue a head start.

So?
Alright, you bought some time.

Artery forceps.

Some more suction.

I may be able to repair the tear.
Sutures, please, Amy.

I heard you were short-staffed.

I'll send down another nurse just
as soon as there's one available.

Von! Von!
More gauze?

What?
Get her outta here!

Thanks, Joan.
Oh, come on.

Resus will need to be restocked.
I know. I know.

(QUIETLY) Sorry.

I only left her for a second.
That's alright.

Every shift we worked I swear
she was in two places at once.

Yes? Hmm.

Come on, up you get.

Are you alright?
Yes.

Can I get you anything?
No, thank you.

Alright. We'll be at staff base.

She won't be able to
live on her own anymore, will she?

No.

Doesn't have any family?

Anyone else to look after her?

Nup.

So a nursing home?

Oh, God. She's not an invalid.

She just needs some supervision,
some assisted care.

(SINGS QUIETLY) ♪ Pat your head

♪ If you're happy and you know it,
pat your head... ♪

Hmm! She loves those lullabies,
doesn't she?

Yeah, she used to sing them
to the kids in Paediatrics.

No matter how busy she was,
she'd make the time.

They'd do anything for her.

Except Adam, of course.

The little bugger drove her spare.

She nursed Adam?

Long story.

I'll just go check on her.
Mmm.

You alright? What's wrong?

No, no, no, no.
You have to stay here.

Don't touch me!

It's Claire, your nurse.

You're in hospital. Do you remember?
Yes, of course I remember.

What is it?

Shall I get Von?
NO!

I need some fresh sheets.

It's OK. I'll get some for you

I didn't know where the toilet was!

Please don't be upset. It's alright.

It's not alright!

What part of sitting in
your own urine is alright?

Oh, I hate living like this.
I hate it. Hate it!

(WHISPERS) Please don't tell Von.

I won't.

That Paul's blood results?

Yep, and there's no sign
of infection or any abnormality

that would explain his symptoms.

Maybe he's just super clumsy, then.

Maybe.

You know the daughter
hinted at something.

She thinks it might be psychosomatic.

Well, how so?

She just said that
whenever she tries to fly the coop

he ends up on crutches.

He wouldn't be the first
overprotective dad in the world.

Hmm.

My dad was a nightmare
when I left to study nursing.

Wanted me to go to Armidale,
but after the B&S ball, I wouldn't.

What has that
got to do with Armidale?

I meet Steve at the B&S ball.

Like a headless chook,
I needed to be where he was.

Oh, my God.

I didn't realise you guys
went back that far.

Hmm.

Too far.

Look, I don't want...
(YELLS) I don't want it, alright!

Hey, hey, hey,
I don't want your bloody...

Stop it!

Calm down!
Stop it. What's wrong with him?

There's nothing wrong with me,
I've been trying to tell you.

There's nothing wrong with me!
Oi! That is enough.

Has he been like this before?
No, never been like this before.

Did he hit his head?
Um, I guess he did.

He hit the ground pretty hard.
Let's do a full neuro assessment.

I'm booking you in for an MRI.
Now, calm down.

Good on ya.

(ELECTRICAL WHIRRING, CREAKING)

OK, that's it.

Alright, Jake,
we've secured the lift.

We're gonna start cutting you free.

Just do it.
You heard the man. Let's do it.

(ELECTRICAL SAW WHIRRS)
(GROANS)

Sorry, mate.
We'll have you out of here soon.

(WHINES)

(GROANS)
You're doing great.

(GROANS)
Almost there.

Got it!
Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!

Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!

Come on, don't give up on us now.

That's fixed the laceration
in his liver. Next stop, ICU.

So you're just gonna
leave him open like that?

We've covered it
with a clear dressing.

I've inserted some drains
so, yeah, that's about it.

Far out.

When you're finished
your sycophantic drooling,

perhaps you'd explain why?

To reduce the risk of complication
from swelling.

Mmm, so you were paying attention.
You bet. I've learnt a lot today.

You're welcome to come out with
the Medical Response Unit anytime.

Hey, keep your paws off him.
That is my intern.

I'm next in line for the MRU anyway.

He's been desperate
to play action hero for ages.

Well, no,
I'm just next on the roster.

I can't wait to see you
in those cute little overalls.

Really?

Hey, I'm really sorry, love. I... I...
I don't know what come over me.

Hey, it's... it's OK.

I just... I want them to find
out what's going on with you.

Maybe it's just still a broken leg.

Oh, yeah?

Or maybe I'm counting my penguins
before they hatch.

We have the results of your MRI.

Oh, um, hey, could you run down
and get us a coffee?

What? But I wanna hear.
I'll tell you when you get back.

Dad!
Honey!

The old man's
gotta have a bit of privacy.

And I'm really stinging for a coffee.

Come on. Please.
(SIGHS) OK. Fine.

Onya, darling.

So, um, have I got
anything to worry about or...?

Yeah.

The scans show you have a disorder
called adrenoleukodystrophy or ALD.

ALD?

It damages the membranes around
the nerve cells in your brain.

It's already affected
your coordination.

It will impact on your speech
and your memory as well.

It's like Alzheimer's.

Kind of but it progresses
at a much faster rate.

It's gonna kill me, isn't it?

That's what you're trying to tell me.

How long have I got?

The average time
from the initial symptoms,

three to four years.

Three to four years.

The disease is genetic

so I strongly suggest
you get Carly tested as well.

You reckon she's got it too?
Not necessarily.

Females are usually the carriers

so it's any male children
that she may have

that are most likely at risk.

So she may not have it?

Probably not
but she should still be tested.

Yeah, well, I don't want her to know.

Alright?
Hang on...

She lost her mother six years ago

and she's had far too much
to deal with already.

Just to make this clear,
this may affect her decision

as to whether or not
she wants to have kids.

She is not gonna be told.

Alright?

Not by me or you or anybody else.

FRANK: (OVER RADIO)
Go ahead, Taylor.

Patient's ready for transport.
He's lost a lot of blood.

We'll need as much O neg on standby
as you can find.

Right. Anything else
I should know about?

He's arresting!
Gotta go.

Let's get him on the ground.
Troy, legs.

On three. One, two, three.

I'll intubate.

Adrenaline in - 1mg.
Yeah, I've got it.

Push the fluids through.

Come on, Jake. Don't give up now.

Look at that corner!

You're not wrapping
a pound of bacon now, Heather!

Can you hop back into bed for me?

I haven't got time
for that nonsense.

I've back-to-back meetings
and I'm ill-prepared.

Now, where is my folder?
I'm Claire.

You're a patient at All Saints.
Can you get back into bed, please?

I'm so sorry I'm late. I got held up
with that bloody fool in Accounts.

But come on.
I'm ready for the meeting.

That's quite alright, Von.

Now, I've got the proposed figures.
Ah, good.

How you going, Sister Marden?
Do you have a copy of the agenda?

I'm here to look at your arm.
Would you get him a copy?

They're in the red folder.
Right away, Joan.

Thank you.
Hmm.

Von...

..I'm worried
she's gonna wander again -

especially if you let her think
she's a nurse, not a patient!

Reality upsets her.

You're just
encouraging her delusion.

I don't see the point in continually

dragging that poor woman kicking
and screaming back to the present.

I was taught that you always
should orient the patient...

Time and place. Oh, yes.

And that's best for who?

Not for Joan.

You see, I'm more interested in
keeping her safe, keeping her calm,

than following protocol
that only distresses her.

Er, can we give her
some morphine? 1mg.

Sure.

How is she?

She's OK. Once we get the pain
under control, she'll be good to go.

Oh, are you sure?

I mean, shouldn't she be
admitted overnight

in case of complications?

What sort of complications?
The burn's pretty straightforward.

How about Alzheimer's?
That straightforward too?

No, of course not.

But that's not enough to justify
a bed in an Emergency department.

She'll have to go into
assisted care.

So everyone keeps saying.

Thanks.

Three to four years. That poor bloke.

Yeah, and his daughter's
gonna be away for one of them.

I mean, I know he's in shock

but I hate being forced
into being an accomplice.

Yeah. I'm writing it down.

Although, you know, maybe
he's just trying to protect Carly.

I'm not sure protecting and lying
are the same things.

He'll come round.

He will.
Give him time, he'll come round.

Will he, 'Pollyanna'?

Yeah, you're absolutely right.

Where are you going?
I'm gonna go and get Carly.

It'll be harder for him to lie
if she's standing in front of him.

Alright. Thanks very much
for all of that.

I'll organise things my end
and I'll get back to you.

OK. Ta.

Are you alright?
Yeah.

I've managed to get Joan
on the list for assisted care.

Wow. That's good news.
Yeah.

Yeah, it could be weeks
before anything's available, though.

Still, it's a step
in the right direction.

Isn't it?

Yeah, of course it is.

So, why can't you just tell me?
Well, it's patient confidentiality.

There's something wrong with him.
That's what you're saying.

He could be
the healthiest man alive.

I still couldn't discuss it without
his permission. Just talk to him.

Good on ya, love. I'm starving.

What's going on?

Oh, well...

..well, it's more than
a broken ankle.

I knew it.

Dad, just... just tell me.

Well, you know...

It's a... it's a downstairs problem,
you know?

It's, er, something that happens
when you're getting older

and being a bloke and all that.

OK, well, is it serious?

No! No, of course not.

It... it's treatable.
They can take care of it.

It's just a little bit strange

for your old man to be
talking to his daughter about it.

You know?

Oh, like a... like a prostate thing?

Hey?

Sharp as a tack.

Yep! It's prostate.

But you'll be OK?

Oh, yeah, it's not prostate cancer.

It's a prostate problem. You know?
Yep, OK.

I think we've talked enough about it

and I'd rather talk about, you know,
sorting out the paperwork

so we can get this little girl
to her party.

What do you think?

I'll get right on it.

Good on ya.

JOAN: (SINGS)
♪ Up above the world so high

♪ Like a diamond in the sky

BOTH: (SING) ♪ Twinkle, twinkle,
little star

♪ How I wonder what you are. ♪

(WHISPERS)
They're all asleep, Heather.

That's good.

Er, I can stay
if you want a break.

Oh, thanks.
(CONTINUES HUMMING SONG)

She doesn't have
any family I can call?

No. Her husband died years ago.

What about you?

Did you ever get married?
What?!

Shh!

Ooh, sorry.
Even Adam's dead to the world.

Well, wonders will never cease, hey?

I caught him red-handed tonight

smoking a cigarette
out on the balcony.

And him, with pneumonia!

Yeah, well,
wouldn't put it past him.

He tried to tell me
it was one of yours.

He had the cheek to swear

that you gave it to him in exchange
for him eating his vegies.

He'll keep.

Now, what have you got there?

Admin.

Timesheets.
Ooh, God.

Frank, can you sign these?

Don't sign anything
I haven't read first.

It's just admission forms.

Who's the attending doctor?
Bart.

Well, then, let Bart sign it.

He would, but he's busy.
So am I - busy.

Oh, I wouldn't ask
if it wasn't important.

Bugger off! I won't sign.

Especially if I haven't
examined the patient.

Well, I'd think you could
trust me by now

to know when a patient
needs admitting!

Is this a friend of yours?

We worked together for years.

(GROANS)
She's a nurse.

Bloody good one.

She was.

Oh, alright. I'll examine her.

STEVE: That's as stable
as he's gonna get.

I'll go with him.
You two stay and clean up.

All set?
TROY: Let's go.

Yeah, on three. One, two, three.

See ya.

You alright?

Maybe Steve was right.
That guy's arm's a mess!

He's probably gonna lose it anyway.

Yeah, he's alive, isn't he?
Yeah, for how long?

Look, the guy has both of his arms
and he's alive.

There's not much more you can do.

Besides, I'm sure
Steve agreed with you.

Or I bullied him into it.

Great team member to have
on your first day as leader.

Hey, we do things together, OK?

Worrying about who made the call,
it's a waste of time.

Jake Washington.
Arm trapped in a pulley.

Brief hypovolaemic arrest on site

but responded
with adrenaline and fluids.

Pulse weak and thready.
Jesus. What a mess.

A couple of cracked ribs as well.

He's on morphine
and midazolam for sedation.

He's had four litres of IV fluids.
No wonder there's no clotting.

Amy, chase up the O neg. Tell them
we'll send an urgent crossmatch.

OK.
Transfer nice and smooth please.

One, two, three.

I'll get a central line in.
Why give him so much fluid?

We were trying to keep him alive.
I'm not sure you've done that.

With injuries like his, there's
no way he should be this unstable.

It wasn't that simple.

Could you start
a transfusion of albumin, please?

If you'd amputated,
he'd have been here hours ago

and he wouldn't be half-dead.

Yeah, I realise that, Mike.

Well, it's slightly raised
and the burn is quite severe

but I don't think she'll need
any more treatment.

Are you still in pain?
What?!

Oh.

Has she had any pain relief?
Morphine. 1mg.

And how are you feeling now, Joan?
Fine, thank you.

Are you sure?
Because it is a serious burn.

I wouldn't be surprised...
Is this a test?

No, no. I was just wondering
if you were suffering.

MMSE. Mini-Mental State Exam.

"What year is this?"

"What date is it?"
"What town are we in?"

"Repeat after me.
'Table', 'apple'..."

No, no, no, Joan. It's not a test.

Frank is trying to assess
whether you...

"Repeat the phrase
'no ifs and/or buts'."

"'Table', 'apple', 'hat'..."

Joan, please.

I know your type, Dr Campion.

Your bedside manner's very charming
with just a hint of flirtatiousness,

designed to make woman
feel special and at ease.

But unless you have
a bountiful supply of that charm -

which I very much doubt -

I suggest you save it for someone
who's far more gullible than I am.

Fine, I will.

Alright, alright.
I'll recommend she be admitted.

If only because
she had incontinence earlier.

She may have
a urinary tract infection.

Thank you, Frank.

Did you work with her?
Yep.

On the same shift?
Yes.

At night?
Yes.

Alone?
(SOFTLY) Yes.

Good grief.

(MACHINES BEEP STEADILY)

Do you want a break?
We've got this covered.

No, I'm not leaving.

How is he?
Almost stable enough for theatre.

Will he keep his arm?

That's hard to say. A bit of
a question for the Vascular guys.

If it was up to you?

I'd say it's not looking likely.

Come on. We've got to restock.

How's his BP?
Still low.

86/44.

OK. Go to Pathology.
Get the platelets.

Sometimes she's present

and then the next minute, she's
completely off with the pixies.

BREE: That's so sad.

I'll be back in a second.

Hey! Hey, wait up!

I'm in a rush.
You wanna come round tonight?

Jump in bed and watch some DVDs?

Um, I can't do this anymore, Bree.

Especially at work.
What do you mean?

Look, I was humiliated before -
in front of Frank.

Oh, don't worry about him.
He hates everybody.

Believe it or not, Bree,

this internship
is really important to me.

And I'm not gonna let anything
stuff it up.

No, look...

..you're great.

And I really love
hanging out with you.

I just find you a bit too full-on.

Full-on?

Well, you get
what I'm saying, right?

Yeah. Sure.

Just a bit of fun.
Totally understand.

Look, I have to run.
OK.

Um...

..I think I just got dumped.

Are you OK?

Oh, yeah. Whatever.

But who'll look after Jock?

Who's Jock?
My dog.

You don't have a dog.
Yes, I do!

He lives with me and Mum.

Well, your mum will feed Jock.

Come on, drink your tea.

Anything you're gonna need from home?

Nightie? Toiletries?

You're staying
in the ward tonight, remember?

Sorry, Von, can I have a word?

We'll be back in a minute.

I've just been onto the bed manager.
There aren't any beds.

Oh, she can't go home, Frank!

She'll have to stay here the night.
How?

I'll take care of it. I'll find
someone I trust to look after her.

She'll still be here in the morning.
But then what?

We'll deal with tomorrow tomorrow.

Ah. Is that the agenda
for the meeting?

No. It's a list
of assisted care options.

Ah! For Mr Turner?

For you.

As I explained,
you're staying in here tonight.

And then we need to find you
somewhere to live,

where people can keep an eye on you

and provide medical care
if necessary.

I know what assisted care is.

Well, I've put you on the list.

Are you OK with that?

Who'll feed Jock?

Thanks, boss.

Don't.
What?

Come on, Steve.
We did the best we could today.

Would've done even better
if we'd had team players out there.

Is that directed at me, is it?

You made up your mind and you refused
to listen to any other opinion.

If the MIU's about shutting up
and doing as you're told,

take me off the roster.

I'll write that up if you want.
Come on, boys.

If you really
disagreed with my decision,

you should've had
the balls to override me.

So, now it's my fault.
(DOOR OPENS)

Hi.
Hey.

I thought you might like to know
that DC is doing OK.

That's good news.

What about his brother?
He's still in theatre.

Too soon to tell if we can
save his arm or not.

You're bloody lucky
he's still alive.

Yeah.

It was my fault.

Steve to pushed to get him here
sooner. I didn't want to amputate.

I was team leader.

Ultimately it was my call
and I chose to side with you.

OK.

I'll read all about it
in your report tomorrow morning.

You might want to mention
how slow Rescue were.

And maybe next time, not quite
so much of the friendly facilitator.

You know that poor girl
still has no idea.

Who?
Carly.

He spun her some bollocks
about problems downstairs

and she bought it -
hook, line and sinker.

I've a good mind to tell her myself.
You know better than that.

I just think
that if she knew the truth

she'd spend as much time as possible
with her dad.

It's wrong not to give her a say.

I agree. But it's not up to us.

This is a referral to
a specialist for Paul's condition.

Make sure it's in
the discharge papers.

OK.

Thanks. Ta.

What's up?
Nothing.

Thank you.

You going to the farm this weekend?
Yeah.

Good. I really need to
get the hell out of town.

Actually, I... I think
I might go up by myself.

You know it's no trouble.

Oh, you know, I've just got to
stand on my own two feet sometime.

Was it something I said?
Why?

I know she's got
a lot on her plate...

Like you say,
she's got a lot on her plate.

You'd think our budget could stretch
to just one single pencil sharpener.

I take it from
the way you spoke to Steve

you haven't told him
about the baby yet.

Jesus, Frank! You really are
spectacular at small talk.

Just answer the bloody question.
No, I will not.

And I will not answer it here!

Gee, I'm glad you're
an intelligent woman

because you'll save me the
embarrassment of reminding you

that such a thing
cannot be kept secret for long.

OK, just a bit of paperwork
and then you're on your way.

Ah. Hey, thanks so much
for all that you've done.

Here's a referral to the specialist.
Ta.

Um, all done?
Just sign there and there, please.

Oh.

Please.

Please just
tell your daughter the truth.

Hey, I know what she's like.

You don't.

She'd put her life on hold
to take care of me, OK?

Well, is that such a bad thing?

How do you know
she wouldn't want to spend

every minute of every day
she has left with you?

There's some things
you don't need to know -

especially when you've got
no say in the outcome.

Look, you'd do exactly the same thing
if you were in my shoes.

Hey! How you doing?
Car's out the front.

Are you ready?
Yep.

Hey, um, thanks
for helping out with Dad.

You're welcome.

Alright. Do you think you're ready
for this party?

Are you kidding?
I wouldn't miss it for the world!

(CHUCKLES) Excellent.

It's that Mr Barker
that's the worst, though.

I know.

I mean, he's in here every second day
with something else wrong with him.

I doubt if he's ever had a paper cut!
I'm with you there.

I should warn that, er, Heather
to watch out for him.

He's probably an old perv.

Ha!

Hi, Sister Marden!

You remember Adam.

Oh! Adam?
A bit bigger now.

Oh, we used to talk about you
when we were on night shift.

You know, I'm not surprised.
Good things, I hope?

When you WERE good.

BOTH: Which wasn't often.

Apparently I would give you
one of my ciggies

if you ate all your vegetables.

Thanks for dobbing me in.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Yes, please. Two sugars?

Usual vino for you?

Oh, get out of here.

I'm not in a good way, am I, Von?

I'm scared.

BREE: "In case
you haven't noticed, babe,

"I'm just a little bit too busy
being a doctor right now."

He didn't say that.
May as well have.

(TV PLAYS)

Oh, and he said I'm too full-on!

Too full-on!
Really?

Do you think I'm full-on?

Beats me.

I'm gonna call him.

Nah-ah!

(LAUGHS) Oh, no!

It nearly came out my nose.

So, sure, Elliot's cute
and brilliant in the sack

but he's just impossible to read.

Hey, at least you gave it a go.
Mmm.

I'm gonna end up alone
with a whole bunch of cats.

Oh, shut up!
It's true!

Drink.
OK.

Being alone sucks.

You said it, sister.

Hey. I was just coming up to see you.

Were you?
Yeah.

I was wondering,
could we have a little chat?

If it's about me coming to the farm,
I wasn't crowding you.

Oh, no, no, it's not that.

Um... can we go in here?

How was your day?

Oh, the sooner Mike's
back in charge, the better.

Ha. That good. Really?

You know me -
I like things nice and cruisy.

I actually don't think
I have time for this chat. Sorry.

Gabby. Gab. What is it?

I'm pregnant.

About 12 weeks, which is, er,

around about the time that Dad died.

Yeah.

I'm not asking anything from you
or... expecting anything of you.

I just thought you should know.

Because it's not fair
to keep something like this from you.

So...

..now you know.