All language subtitles for All.Saints.S12E36 - Reality Check.en

(THEME MUSIC)

VOICEOVER: Previously,
on All Saints...

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

I'm pregnant.

How youse going?
Hey.

Jesse Stevens, nurse practitioner.

Jo. I'm a paramedic.
This is Dr Steve Taylor.

Nice to meet you both.
Chuck your stuff on the back.

Patient's name's Neil Auden.
He's late-stage mesothelioma.

Got some serious fluid build-up
on his lungs

making it very difficult
for him to breathe.

What's his prognosis?
He's only got a few weeks to live.

Hopefully in hospital
you can shift that fluid

and at least give him
some quality of life.

He's a good bloke.
We'll do our best.

I'll jump in back.
No worries.

I've got Pam holding the fort.
Who's Pam?

Oh, she's the clinic receptionist.

(BANGS ROOF)

Gabrielle?

This is Patrice, 32.

She passed out on a bus
on her way to work

and suffered a head lac
on the right side.

We've given her
1 milligram of glucagon

and her blood sugar en route
was 3.0.

Patrice, I'm Dr West.

Can you wriggle over here for me?

Yeah, sure.

OK, I'm just gonna
shine a light into your eyes.

Do you know where you are?
Er, hospital?

And you know how you got here?
Yeah, ambulance.

Good. Pupils are
equal and reactive.

Yep.

Anything like this
ever happened before?

Fainting? No.
Your blood sugar was very low.

Are you a diabetic?
No.

OK, well, let's do full bloods...
Mm-hm.

..including LFTs and glucose

and let's get up
a bag of 10% dextrose plus an ECG.

Yep.
Do you think I'll be here awhile?

It's hard to say.

I'd like to run some tests
to find out why you fainted.

Could you please get me a phone?
I have to reschedule a meeting.

I can make that call for you.
That'd be great. Thanks.

Don't worry. We'll get you
out of here as quick as we can.

You got a doctor on site?
You're not from the bush, are ya?

Doctors don't wanna
work in the country anymore.

It's too quiet for 'em.

Oh, they don't know
what they're missing.

Are you the only medico out here?
Yep.

What happens when you go off duty?
I try to get a ski in.

Only 30 minutes
to the slopes from here.

No, what happens to the patients
when you take a day off?

Oh, patients are fine.
They can look after themselves.

I'm joking.

Can't remember the last time
I took a day off.

Straight through here, guys.
Thanks for that, Pam.

Oh, thanks, love.

Neil, this is Steve and Jo.
Right. Aren't I popular?

OK if I take a look at you?
Mmm.

Neil's been running a temp.

I think he might've picked up
a respiratory infection.

What sort of treatment
have you had so far?

Radiotherapy and a bit of chemo.

Pleurodesis too,
but that didn't do much.

Oxygen sats 90%
and he's a little tachy.

Decreased air entry
on the left side.

What about surgery?
No, thank you.

A pleurectomy would make life
a lot more comfortable.

They remove the tumours
from the surface of the lungs...

They explained all that.
That's not gonna cure me, is it?

Well, not directly.
I know what's good for my life.

But it ain't bloody surgery.
What do you mean?

Neil wants to see his son
while he's in the city.

Just once, that's all.

Then why don't you let us
help you buy some more time?

(WHEEZES) Yes.

Oh, Joan!

I shouldn't need to remind you
of the importance of keeping still.

Well, why do you
keep reminding me, then?

Look, just call the bed manager.

You can use my name
if you have to.

I'll try again.
Attagirl.

You been here all night?

A bed hasn't become
available on a ward.

And that surprises you?

You know Joan's arm's
not serious enough to be admitted.

Well, it's not safe for her
to be home alone right now.

So what are you gonna do?
You can't just conjure up a bed.

Yes, I can. She can stay at my place.

You sure about that?

Alzheimer's does not
make for an easy house guest.

No house guest is easy.

So I spoke to a woman called Trudy.
Huh. So what did she say?

Oh, she said, "Rest up, get well,"

but that you have to come in early
tomorrow morning, maybe about 7:00.

7:00?
Mmm!

So how did she sound?

Oh, not unsympathetic
but, um, business-like, certainly.

They can't help themselves.
Everything's business.

Oh, I can't handle
working with corporates.

So you're not
a businesswoman, then?

(LAUGHS) No, I'm an archaeologist.

No way!
Mmm.

The company I was supposed to meet
this morning are sponsoring a dig

that I've organised
in Pafos, in Cyprus.

We're excavating
an ancient Greek theatre.

No way! Really?
Yeah.

When?
We've almost completed the stairs.

Then we'll get to the stage itself.

That'll be amazing.

You love it, then?

The dig almost makes up for all
the rubbish we have to go through

to get there.

And you're under
a lot of stress at the moment?

Yeah, every day, lately,

it's meetings, phone calls,
meetings, phone calls.

Hmm.

Well, I reckon low blood sugar,
you're under a lot of stress...

Oh, God! I don't feel very well.

OK. Alright. Deep breaths for me.
Deep breaths.

Bart? Bart!

Deep breaths for me.
What's happened?

Tachycardic. 110.
And her BP's up a bit too.

I'll just chase up those bloods.
Do.

This is really bad, isn't it?
Hey, don't worry.

We'll get to the bottom of it.

(MOANS)

Look after Rusty for me.

At least I won't spoil him
like you do, mate.

You better! It was good
getting to know you, Jess.

You'll be back here soon enough.

Sure.
(RUSTY BARKS AND WHINES)

Hang on! Hang on! I don't wanna go!
Hang on, mate.

Neil? Neil, what's wrong?
I'll die if I go to the city.

Your son's in the city, remember?
Yeah, but I belong here.

Just give us a minute.

Take whatever time you need.

OK?

Mmm. This is the only country
I've ever known.

Makes it harder to leave,
doesn't it?

(COUGHS AND WHEEZES)
Steve?

Gotta go.
Just wait a sec.

Come on, let's get
this oxygen back on, Neil.

That's the way. There you go.

Thanks.

OK, mate.

Worked for me
when I moved to the city.

(GRUNTS) Thanks.

Good to go?

Mmm.
Good man.

(WHIMPERS)

Ah. Miklos Miklosovich. What
brings you to these lower depths?

Got a patient coming in.
Late-stage mesothelioma.

Needs thoracocentesis
for fluid build-up.

The poor bugger.
What was he? A miner?

No, no. Builder.
Oh.

Terrible way to go.

Jo said she'd like
CPAP ready for them.

Amy? Get a CPAP in here, will you?
Hey, have you got your results back?

Er, today, apparently.
Let me know when they come in.

Are you taking bets on the condition
of my one remaining kidney?

There's a good chance
that that kidney of yours

may go into acute renal failure.

And there's a good chance you've got
an undiagnosed personality disorder.

Ha ha, smartypants.

Just remember, you're supposed to be
taking it easy.

A day spent with you, Frank,
is like a day at the beach.

Hmmm.

I caught it in a door,
would you believe?

At home?
Yeah.

Oh, no, no, no.
At the premiere of a play

Oh, when was this?
Couple of nights ago.

I thought it would've
gone down by now but...

A premiere?
Yeah.

It's not the first I've been to.

Act one was SO long, though,

there was this huge rush
to the toilet at the interval

and we all got there
at the same time and...

And you caught your hand
in the toilet door.

Yeah, I know. I know.
Must've been painful.

Oh! I've seen worse.

At least the costumes were good.

(LAUGHS) I'll organise
a bed for you.

Oh, thank you.
Now, you know where everything is?

You only told me five minutes ago.

Bathroom through there.

Phone in the kitchen.

And here, the remote.

Oh. I'll be fine.

I've got my sudoku.

Alright, help yourself
to anything in the fridge

and if you're tired I did
make up a bed in the spare room.

Von, go! People need you.

You got my mobile number?
I've got your mobile number.

I've got my mobile phone.

I'm fine.

Alright. See you later.
Bye.

And thanks, I really appreciate it.
My pleasure.

Make sure you come again soon. Such
a surprise, you visiting me today.

Really made my day.

This is my home, Joan.

Remember?

Oh. Silly me.

I apologise. I meant to say
I should visit you more often.

Are you going to be alright?
Just a slip of the tongue.

I'm fine. Go.

What's your son's name, Neil?
Jacob.

But we called him 'Paddy'.

Why's that?

First word he said
was 'paddy'. Paddy.

He was probably
trying to say 'daddy'.

You reckon?
Yeah. Little kids love their dads.

Why didn't I think of that?

You don't see much of Jacob?

Started school last time I saw him.

19 years ago.

What happened?

His mother and I...

(COUGHS AND WHEEZES)
Neil!

Neil?

Take nice deep breaths for me, OK?

Wet crackles in both bases.

80 milligrams of frusemide, please.

I wanna see my boy!

See my boy.
Just hang in there, mate.

BART: How you feeling now?
Oh, not great.

Well, don't worry. This should
make you feel a bit better.

Your nausea and dizziness indicate
that you may have suffered concussion

so I'd like to send you to Radiology
to do a CT scan

and rule out anything more serious.

Sure.
Your blood sugar's still quite low.

So I'd like to do
a fasting blood glucose test too.

Don't worry.

It's ordinary to feel
a bit vulnerable in hospital.

I wish I could be half as calm
and in control as you.

Ha! Yeah, right.

Unless, of course,
you were talking about Bart.

It's all in the stethoscope,
I'm afraid.

Evidence of pulmonary oedema
en route.

Has he been given anything?
80 milligrams of frusemide.

GTN patch
and 2.5 milligrams of morphine.

Right, I want the usual bloods,
an ECG an art line and an IDC.

Let's get him on CPAP.
Can I take that for you?

No, no.
Sorry.

Anything I can do?

Yeah, you can get me
a portable X-ray.

The sats are low.

Neil, we'll have to put
a needle in your back

and draw off
some of that fluid, alright?

Intubate, Frank?
Yep, yep.

No, if that tube goes in
how do I know it's ever coming out?

We need to support your breathing.
No tube. No bloody way.

Come on, Neil.
I'm dying anyway. You all know that.

Yeah, but we can make it
much more comfortable for you.

NO! If you intubate me,
how am I gonna talk to my boy?

Feels like you've got something
embedded in your hand.

Really?
You'll need to have an X-ray.

Hmm. Who knew toilet doors
could be so deadly?

Temp's a little high.
You might also have an infection.

So we'll give you some antibiotics
and some pain relief.

Are you allergic to anything?
Yeah.

Oh... no.

Which is it? Yes or no?

No, no. No.

OK. 100 milligrams of tramadol,

1 milligram paracetamol,
please, Claire.

Now, I can write you a doctor's
certificate if you need the day off.

I don't have to go to work today.

My bosses were supposed to take me
out to lunch as a bit of a thankyou.

Need me to cancel on your behalf?
Er, yeah. Oh, no.

I've already done that.

(PHONE BEEPS)
You need to turn that off in here.

It's just a text
from one of my bosses.

"Hey, Brendan,
heard about your hand.

"Hope everything is OK."

She is really down to earth
once you get to know her.

Who?
Mrs Upton.

I don't know
who you're talking about.

(LAUGHS) I'm sorry.
How would you know?

It's the name Cate Blanchett uses.

It's her husband's name too.

Avoid the crowds. Shh!

Yeah, Cate's an old schoolfriend.

Really?
Yeah.

Oh, well, no.

I know her brother.

I'll get your medication.

Cate Blanchett?
Do you think he's telling the truth?

Yeah. Oh. No.

Who knows?

Put some pressure
on that needle site for me.

(RETCHES)
Whoa, whoa!

There we go. Oh!

(GAGS AND RETCHES)

(GAGS AND RETCHES)

I'm so sorry.
It's not your fault.

I'll organise some medication
to stop the nausea.

How you been sleeping? Not well?

To organise this dig

I've been getting up
to take phone calls on Cyprus time.

That plus the stress.

I can't remember the last time
I had more than a few hours.

You must be exhausted.
And finding it hard to concentrate?

Yeah.

Are your hands and feet cold?

I think I've just got
poor circulation.

Is there any
family history of illness?

No. Mum's got diabetes
but apart from that...

I'm gonna organise
some thyroid tests.

More tests?

Another piece of the puzzle.

So I'm a puzzle now, am I?

(GAGS)

I'm fine, Frank.

How frequent is the nausea?

Every day.

Most of the day. All day.
I'm not exactly glowing.

I told Steve.
And?

Stunned silence.

Well, that doesn't necessarily
mean anything.

With him it does.

Listen, if you need some time...
Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

Feeling OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.
Just a bit under the weather.

Think you're coming down
with something?

Want me to check you over?
No. Just leave it, Bart.

It's no problem.
Leave it!

Sorry. I've just got an upset tummy.
I'm feeling really evil.

Nothing to worry about, though.
I won't, then.

Patrice admitted to me

that she's running on about
three hours sleep a night.

Oh, yeah?

I think exhaustion's
a factor in her collapse.

You've done some
pretty good thinking there.

Yeah, I'd like you
to take some more bloods.

I wanna run a thyroid function test.
I'm on it.

You sure I can't
put that somewhere safe for you?

Don't you even
think about it, girlie.

Give the boy a ring. They can have
their talk, then you can treat him.

It's not that easy, Frank.
Haven't you got his number?

We've got his mother's number.
She won't give us any details.

Meanwhile,
his father dies in the E.D.

We've gotta intubate him.
It's not a choice.

Neil's made it very clear

he doesn't wanna stay alive
if he can't see his son.

I'll see if I can track her down.
Thanks, mate.

Here's your results.

You gonna open it?
Yeah, yeah. I will.

You sure you're OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Just a bit run down, that's all.
I'm sure you know the feeling.

Unfortunately
mine's all self-inflicted.

Isn't there someone
you can delegate to at work?

Maybe.

But this is exactly why
I became an archaeologist,

you know, to run my own dig.

I should be loving the pressure.

Whoa! Patrice! Bart!

What is going on?
I've got no idea.

5 milligrams of midazolam. Now.
Yep.

Well, your ex-husband
hasn't got long to live.

I understand that
you don't wanna speak to him

but can we at least have
your son's phone number?

Please? It's very important to Neil.

No luck?

Apparently our patient

just walked out on his wife and son
all those years ago.

Right.

And despite his medical condition

she doesn't think he should be able
to waltz back into their lives.

And possibly hurt Jacob
all over again.

She said Neil didn't lift a finger
to help raise him.

He thought a father's role

was to provide financial support
and discipline.

Sounds a bit like my old man.

Yeah, well, for her to deny him
his final wish,

he must've hurt them pretty bad.

Yep.

Hey. Many home-care visits
left to go?

Thankfully, all finished.
These are for Joan.

She's settled in at your place OK?
She's not a child, Adam.

She's fine.

I'm glad to hear everything's peachy.

(PHONE RINGS)

VON: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
You've called Von Ryan.

I'm not here right now

but if you could please
leave your phone number,

name and a clear message,

I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.

If it is urgent,
call my mobile on...

(HANGS UP)

Nothing to indicate
any neurological injury.

Well, that's something at least.

Doesn't explain
why she had a seizure.

Maybe she fainted because
of a pre-existing condition.

It's a good thought.

I'm going to talk to Bree,
see if anyone saw the collapse.

OK.
(GROANS)

Hello. Back with us?
What time is it?

Mmm... 1:30.

Oh, God, I've got so much to do.
That can wait.

You need to relax.
(SIGHS)

What about my meeting?

Your health is more important
than a meeting.

What does that look like to you?

A tooth?

From the toilet door?

Must've been one hell of a play.
(CHUCKLES) Absolutely.

Brendan...
Yo.

You told us you'd injured
your hand in a door.

That's not
what really happened, is it?

And why would you say that, sweets?

You have a tooth embedded
in your hand.

Oh, whoa.
Yeah.

No wonder he screamed.

Oh, no, no, no. He hit me first, OK?
This is self-preservation, I swear.

Really?

Yes! Oh... well, no...

He didn't hit me but he had me
by my throat up against a wall.

Why was that?

Because I said his play was crap.

Never tell a writer you think their
play's crap. It's not worth it.

Thanks for the advice.

Do you remember when you had
your last tetanus shot?

Yes.

(SIGHS) No.

Organise a tetanus shot.
Give him 1 milligram ceftriaxone.

I'm gonna attempt
to remove the tooth in the E.D.

so at least
you won't have to go into surgery.

Thank you.
Mmm. Won't be long.

I'm not some kind of macho thug,
you know.

Hmm. I can see that.

Sometimes we can't help
the situations we find ourselves in.

(ALARM TRILLS)

Joan?

Joan?

Oh...

Joan? (GROANS)

(COUGHS)

Come on.

(PHONE RINGS)

Oh...

Joan, are you alright?
Dr Campion, I need to get upstairs.

Upstairs?

To my office.
I'm meeting Von up there.

Are you working today?

Yes, I'm working.
Of course I'm working.

Maybe I should call Von.

And you are...?
Adam Rossi.

I'm looking after a young boy
called Adam Rossi. Are you related?

You're not his stepfather, are you?

Oh, Joan, I'm sorry.
You can't go upstairs today.

Why the devil not?

The nursing admin,
it's being evacuated.

Since when?
This morning.

There was a fire scare.
Oh, my God.

It's alright. Everyone's safe.
I'm sorry you weren't informed.

What am I supposed to do now?

Well, Von's due any minute

so why don't we find somewhere
comfortable to wait for her?

Sounds like a good idea. This place
is going to rack and ruin.

(SCOFFS) Tell me about it.

Did anyone actually see the incident?

We didn't get much
from the witnesses.

They were a bit too busy
with their skim flat whites.

And being a head injury,
it was just a scoop and run.

Was there any indication
why her BSL was so low?

No. She said she had breakfast
at her mum's this morning.

She was at her mother's this morning?
Thanks, Bree.

It's alright.

Hey.
Yeah.

Can you check Patrice's c-peptides,
ketones and insulin levels?

And do a tox screen as well?
Hang on. Insulin?

She's not diabetic.
No. Her mother is.

What?
Let's run the tests.

See what turns up.
OK.

Are you sure?
Yep.

Stilettos and a sequined dress.

Well, maybe those clothes
belong to Mrs Upton.

Mmm. (LAUGHS)

What's so funny?

Um... just this interesting patient
we have.

What about him?
Nothing.

Oh, come on!

I found some women's clothing
in his bag.

Oh! A drag queen.

Mmm. I don't know.

Is it that guy?

Brendan's personal life
is exactly that - it's personal.

Yeah.

You are going to ask him,
aren't you?

Please give me something to focus on
other than my tragic love life.

OK.
Yes. Thank you.

(GROANS) It stings.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

It should go numb
in just a little bit.

(GASPS)

Brendan, do you have a girlfriend?

No.

And I'm free this weekend, sweets.

Um... that's not really
why I'm asking.

Your bag was open.
I couldn't help seeing the clothes.

You looked in my bag?
Accidentally.

And... we wondered...

..I wondered..

..maybe it's not your bag.

Or maybe...

Can you feel this?
No. Yes.

No. Yes, it's my bag.

But the clothes are my girlfriend's.

But you said you don't have a...
Shh! She's married.

And I keep a bag of her clothes
with me 'cause I miss her.

Alright? Every day.

And I know I'm never going to have
her, and that's the truth of it.

Very reasonable explanation.

Not that you needed to give one.

(NEIL SPLUTTERS, GROANS)

Has it helped his breathing?
Not really.

(SPLUTTERS, GROANS)
Is that you, Jacob?

No, Neil, it's... it's Steve.

From this morning.

It's all my fault, Jacob.
He's delirious.

I didn't know how to be a daddy.

I blew it, Paddy.

(SPLUTTERS, GROANS)

Alright, that's enough of this.
Intubation kit.

Size 7.5 tube?
Yeah, and sux and thio.

What are you doing?
Give me one second.

Amy?

Look, does he know
what his son looks like?

He hasn't seen him
since the kid was six.

The state he's in now, I don't think
he's gonna recognise anyone.

Good.

Dad? Dad, it's me. Jacob.

(SPLUTTERS) Henry?
I want to tell you something.

ELLIOTT: I'm listening.

I was...

I wanted to be a dad but I didn't
know what to do. I blew it.

It's OK.
I blew it.

I thought... I thought
a man... a father...

Should be the provider
and the disciplinarian.

We fought, your mother and I.

(SPLUTTERS) We fought too much.

It upset you, Paddy.

I was young.
I didn't understand that.

I left... (SPLUTTERS)

Broke my heart for me to go.

I thought it was right.

You see, I know now I was wrong.

I just wanted... to be a dad.

But wanting's not enough.

Some blokes...
are just not cut out for it.

Hi.
Hey.

Um, I'm really sorry I dropped
such a bombshell on you yesterday.

I'm glad you told me. It was just
a bit of a shock, you know?

Yeah.

Can we meet up? After work.
We need to have a chat.

Yeah, we do.

How's Neil?
He's doing what he needs to do.

That's good.

Yeah.

(GROANS) My girlfriend's
from England... originally.

We met when I was working as a drover
on a cattle station up in Darwin.

She didn't like me at first but...

You were a drover?

Really?
Yeah.

That sounds
like the plot of a movie.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

You... you're right.
That... that's from a movie.

I... My girlfriend
is not from England.

In fact, I... I don't have
a girlfriend.

The clothes are mine.

You don't have to explain anything.
Oh, no. I feel like I do.

You know I said I was being
taken out to lunch today?

Mm-hm.

By the Uptons.
Well, that's not entirely true.

I had an audition.

The, er... clothes are my costume.

Oh, you're an actor?
I am.

If you don't recognise me, it's
probably 'cause I do mostly theatre.

But, you know, this audition
was for this big Hollywood movie.

This could be my big break.
Really?

(SCOFFS) Yeah. Does the name
'Kevin Costner' mean anything to you?

'Dances with Wolves'.

(LAUGHS) Not in this film.

He plays a cop who falls in love
with a nightclub singer

who he doesn't realise is a man
because she - I mean, he -

is such a good actor.

And you auditioned
for the nightclub singer?

You bet, sweets.

Really?
Yeah.

You want to know who the director is?

Stanley Kubrick!

Wow!

Could you just finish
cleaning that up for me, please?

Sure.

(WHISPERS)
Isn't Stanley Kubrick dead?

Yep.

How was she when you found her?

Confused and disoriented.

So Joan's living at your place now?
Temporarily.

Well, you know you'll have to
find a permanent solution.

Thank you, dear.

I'm sorry. I just went for a walk.

That's OK. But you really scared me.

Even more so than
when we worked together.

(LAUGHS)

I made a decision.

It's not right for you to have to
care for me like this.

Alright. Let's go get a cuppa.

No, no, I mean it.

I need to go into a nursing home.

But I thought we agreed you'd
stay with me for the time being.

Until when?

You shouldn't have to keep
an eye on me around the clock.

I don't mind.
I know you don't.

But I do.

In a nursing home, I wouldn't
feel as if I was a burden.

You're not a burden.
(SIGHS)

We have both spent most of our lives
taking care of other people.

I'm not about to let you waste
the rest of yours taking care of me.

Joan, you're too young
to go into a home.

We both know
that I am only going to get worse.

We've seen it enough
in the patients we've nursed.

And this is what you really want?

It is.

And before
I lose my mind completely...

..thank you...

..for your friendship.

Just for being there.

What's the matter?

I need to speak to Patrice.

You think these are deliberate?

How else does she arrive
at those insulin levels?

Either her mother
injected her this morning

or she did it to herself.

To bring on a hypoglycaemic episode.
Yeah.

I'll come with you.

Hey.

Any news?

Did you visit your mother
this morning?

(SPLUTTERS) My bloods
don't tell you that, do they?

Do you know where
she keeps her medication?

Your tests show the presence
of insulin in your bloodstream.

I think that you injected yourself
to bring on a fainting spell.

Is that true?

I just wanted
to get out of this meeting.

I didn't think it would
make me that sick.

You're lucky you didn't do
even more damage to yourself.

You don't know the pressure
that I'm under.

My department makes half
its annual budget from these people.

If I stuffed it up...

Do you want to speak
with a counsellor?

I don't need to see a shrink.

I just couldn't face the suits
this morning.

Can't you speak to your boss?

And admit I'm not up to it?
No.

Acknowledge the pressure
you're under.

And what if she says
that I'm not ready for this...

..incredible opportunity?

Maybe she will. But if it's causing
you this many problems...

I'm not going to get
another chance like this.

You don't know that.

Sometimes you've just got to admit
that you're in over your head.

Maybe you're right.

Here you go. Good girl.

What's going on
with you and Gabrielle?

You don't muck around, do you?
Nuh.

I'm gonna have a kid.

You and Gabrielle?

Yeah.

How did that happen?

Do you want me
to spell it out for you?

OK. So what's the problem?

You always wanted to be a dad, right?

It's not like
I've never thought about it.

Getting a little rural practice,
a bit of space. Chooks.

It's not too late for that.

Are you guys going to
get back together?

I doubt it.

Besides, I'm not exactly
good father material.

What if I'm like Neil,
not ready to be a dad?

You're from
a different generation to Neil.

I still managed to screw up
a lot in my life already.

Well, you got a lot
of things right too.

I reckon a kid could do a lot worse
than having you for a dad.

I'll leave you to it.

(NEIL GROANS)

Dad?

Neil?

BP's dropping. 8/50.

Heart rate's high.

He's having a run of SVT. Adenosine
3 milligrams, rapid IV bolus.

I'm on it.
We'll have to intubate.

(GROGGILY) Let me die...

Are you saying you don't want
any more medical treatment?

No more.

I'll stay with you.

(GROANS)

Turn off the monitor.

I love you, Dad.

(GROANS)

Brendan?
Yo.

Is there really a movie?

Mmm, yeah.

But really, really?

Because, you know,
Stanley Kubrick's dead.

What?! You think
they could've told me!

I mean, potentially a co-star.
Brendan.

Alright. There's no movie.

And the dress?

Yeah, that's mine.

MINE mine.

I... like wearing women's clothing.

(SCOFFS) I love it, actually.

I just get this incredible feeling
and I get loads of attention.

There. I said it.

(LOUDLY) Wearing women's clothing
is amazing!

The truth wasn't really
that hard, was it?

Ever thought
of telling it more often?

Why?

Wouldn't it make your life
less complicated?

You know, growing up in the burbs,

I knew I was something special.

So I just waited for something
amazing to happen to me.

And I waited and I waited...

..and I waited...

You know, I got sick of waiting.

So one day I just decided
to make something happen.

By lying?
By... embellishing.

Embroidering the truth.

That, and wearing women's clothing.

Right.

There never was
a play opening either.

Sorry?

I didn't get this at a premiere.

I started talking to this guy
at a bar and...

..I just wanted to chat.

And after a while he made a move...

And he realised you weren't a woman?

He got so angry.

He put his hands around my throat.

So you really did defend yourself?

I'm not gay.

I just like convincing people
I'm something that I'm not.

Take the full course.

And if you start feeling unwell,
can you promise me you'll come back?

No embroidering, no embellishing.

OK, I promise.

You take care, hey?

You too, sweets.

You OK?

Just never had to fill out a death
certificate before, that's all.

Mmm. Do you want me to do it for you?
No, Dr Campion.

Your dad - is he a doctor too?

Chief petty officer in the Navy.
Oh.

Third-biggest prick
after the captain.

Er, that's how the old man
used to describe himself.

Ah...

All done.

Well?
Well, what?

Vlasek!

OK. This what you want?

Possible interstitial nephritis?
Have you got any symptoms?

Yeah, a few.

I thought it was just, you know,
left over from the accident.

They say here they want to do
a biopsy for confirmation.

Yeah.

That's a pretty risky procedure

when you've already got
one compromised kidney, mate.

It's the only way to find out
where I really stand, isn't it?

And what then,
when you get the results back?

Cross that bridge
when I come to it. See you, Frank.

I hope that's from your stash!

If it was, it'd be better quality.

Yeah.

So Adam's taken Joan
back to your place?

Yes - just to pack up her things.

She's asked to go
into a nursing home.

Right. Well, I think that's
the best course of action, don't you?

Because you can't...
Yes. Yes, yes!

Yes, Frank.
Mmm.

So... I would like you to be
the first to know.

I'm resigning.

You're kidding! You can't be serious.
I am, actually.

Why?

That's my business, Frank.

Well, bugger me.
I'm running out of people to annoy.

No! You'll always find someone.

Mmm.

Well... it won't be
the same place without you.

No, it won't.

There's this beautiful old
converted farmhouse.

Like the one out at Rylstone Gorge.
You remember that?

(LAUGHS) How could I forget it?

You drove me 2.5 hours
on unsealed roads to see it once.

It was a similar sort of a setup,

only this one just had
a nurse practitioner.

Yeah.

It seems they can't
get a doctor out there.

I wanted to say,
"I'd move there in a second."

Well, you should do that.
You should totally do that!

That's something
you've always wanted to do!

I just never wanted
to do it on my own.

Think about it, you know?

Bit of land,
somewhere for the kids to play...

Steve, stop. Stop.

Am I wasting my breath?

Yeah.

There's no 'us' anymore.
You know that.

And this pregnancy
doesn't change that.

No, I want to be there with you.
Please, please!

God, you're not making this
easy on me, are you?

Making what easy?

I'm not going to keep the baby.

I've decided to have a termination.