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(WOMAN SCREAMS) Greg, stop it!

I'll be honest with you, Terri.

There are people that think the ward should be closed.

Oh, Julia, this ward is vital to this hospital.

I'm afraid I have to tell you that...

..Ward 17 is effectively on notice.

(PACEY MUSIC)

Great arse.

VINCENT: The nurses station.

Ah, Charlotte Beaumont, Jack Quade.

Charlotte's a medical registrar here

and Jack's a new resident.

Vincent?

Okay, let's go take a look.

Follow me.

Um...look, about this morning.

You didn't know who I was, so I won't hold that against you.

I knew exactly who you were, Dr Beaumont.

SIREN WAILS

MUTED PLAYGROUND NOISE

Listen, mate, you want to give us some room?

How long are you gonna be?

As long as it takes.

Howdy.

I'm Scott. This is Alex.

John Holman. My two boys, Fergus and Oliver.

You guys alright?

Yeah. Yeah.

Just their stupid old man.

Fell hard by the look of it.

Yeah.

Argh!

Where'd you feel that?

Oh, here.

Then shoots down my leg.

(moans in pain)

Can you move your foot for me?

Oh!

Okay, just try to relax.

BP's stable. 120 on 70.

Suck on this. It'll help the pain.

You've obviously broken your leg,

so we'll have to transport you to hospital.

Skateboard much? Trying to teach the kids.

An old man like you should teach lawn bowls.

Thanks for the commentary, mate.

Can you just stay back?

We'll put a traction splint on your leg to support the fracture, okay?

Which hospital? I have to call their mum.

Ah, All Saints.

This isn't gonna be pretty.

I told her I was taking them to the museum.

Hey!

Get off.

Now.

(angry groan)

Graham, can you hear me?

Open your eyes.

That's it.

It's alright, you're at All Saints Hospital.

Seventy year old man,

found non-responsive on the bathroom floor by his wife.

No apparent head injury,

but he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer three months ago.

He refused chemotherapy when he was told it would only be palliative.

Thank you.

Hi. I'm Dr Quade.

This man doesn't need a surgical consult, he needs a head CT.

The tumour in his lungs is much bigger.

The cancer's probably spread to his brain.

How's our new resident doing?

Oh, he seems keen.

How long has your husband been feeling like this?

Just this morning.

He was a bit tired, but I didn't think it was anything.

Has he been complaining of not passing much urine?

Hasn't said. He eats and drinks quite well.

He's been putting on weight -

complaining that his pants are a bit tight.

I don't think it's cerebral mets.

I think it's SIADH.

That's Syndrome of Inappropriate Anti-diuretic Hormone.

It fits - untreated terminal lung cancer.

He's a smoker, so it's probably oat cell.

He's got sluggish deep tendon reflexes

and muscle weakness, indicating hyponatraemia.

The weight gain is fluid retention.

So he has cerebral oedema - causing the drowsiness.

Exactly.

I'll organise an Oncology consult.

Looks like Jackie boy's solved all your problems.

I'm a surgeon. What would I know?

Absolutely nothing.

Thought you should know about Lois McPhee in one.

In for gallstones?

Yes, and a touch of dementia.

How much is a touch?

Oh, there you are.

She's a wanderer - for a start.

I've got the pain again.

Perhaps I should go to hospital.

You are in hospital.

We're treating you, but you need to stay in bed.

Is this your husband? Yes.

I'm sorry, I just turned my back and...

Come on, darling, come on.

Have you met my husband? I have.

Keith is such a sweetie.

He has a beautiful cock.

A real whopper.

Terri, are you going out tonight?

No, quiet night at home.

Can I have that maintenance request book? Thanks.

Sure.

Has anyone heard about the new restaurant by the river? Condiment?

Yeah, I've heard it's quite swish.

Do we know when maintenance is being done on Room Four?

I put a request in days ago.

No. Nothing.

I think we should all go there and have dinner and spoil ourselves.

(non-comittal) Yeah.

Actually...what am I saying?

My cousin won a raffle last week

and the prize was dinner for two at Condiment tonight.

Terri, you have been so kind to me over the last few weeks

and I'd really like to repay you in some way.

Why don't you join my cousin?

What?

Since you're free and he hasn't got anyone to go with.

Terri, phone.

Oh, good.

Um...I'll take that in my office.

Good one. About time she went out and about.

She deserves some happiness.

(groans)

Okay, the worst is over.

He's using the whistle for pain relief.

I popped the boys in front of the TV till their mum comes.

Thanks.

Sean, can you draw up some morphine?

I'd appreciate it if you could knock me out before Pam gets here.

(laughs) Mr Holman's worried about his wife's reaction to the accident.

She's gonna go ballistic when she finds out.

My brother and I built a go-kart once and it flew.

Yeah? Break anything?

Yeah, the main gate to the paddock,

my brother's right leg and both his arms.

(laughs) You were driving?

No, he was, but I sort of fiddled with the steering.

Jeez, I better check the truck from now on.

We'll get lunch on the way.

Mrs Holman? Yes.

We brought your husband in.

He's with a doctor, but I'm sure you can see him.

I'm taking my sons home.

You're not waiting to see him?

I'd be happy if I didn't have to see that pathetic idiot ever again.

Um...I'm gonna need that, actually.

(gently) Give it back.

That's the...that's the girl.

Thank you.

You have wonderful buttocks.

Er...you can remove the gallstones without actually operating?

Yes, she's booked in for lithotripsy this afternoon.

The machine will shatter the gallstones using sound waves.

They're round and firm.

Be a couple of good handfuls. (saucy chuckle)

Like peaches.

I'm sorry about this.

No, I take my compliments where I can get them.

Keith, would you mind joining your wife in Radiology?

She needs to be calm and still for the procedure.

Of course. Thank you.

There's just one thing.

She's having a bit of trouble lately with incontinence.

I wouldn't want her to wet herself.

That's alright. We could put a catheter in.

(flat) Great. Thank you.

Terri, maintenance just called.

Unless the form is properly authorised, they won't start work.

Properly authorised?

Something about a signature. But I signed it.

I'll go and sign it in front of them, shall I?

Good.

Dr Quade.

Owen Munsell being admitted under Dr Newell

for malaise, weight loss and painful joints.

Hi. I'm Regina - ward clerk.

Jack.

I'm Nelson. Paula.

Jack. Hi.

She's taken. Mr Forlano.

NELSON: You're in Room Two. If you come with me...

I'm looking forward to working together.

I thought you were doing an Emergency rotation.

Oh, no, Charlie, I'm all yours.

I suppose we should admit Owen.

Charlie.

(huffs)

So, you've been losing weight, Owen?

Yeah, about 6 kilos.

Have you changed your diet recently?

Any nausea, vomiting?

Um, haven't chucked up, but I feel sick a lot.

Okay. Have you had the flu at all this year?

Just a bit of a cold about... three months ago.

Apart from nausea, have you sharp stomach pains?

Yes.

And aches all over.

Have you been near anyone with tuberculosis?

Um...I don't think so.

What about fevers or...

Salty foods? Have you felt like eating salty foods more than usual?

Well, I eat salty stuff all the time, so...

I'd like to test for Addison's Disease.

Well, that's one possibility.

It's a hormonal deficiency.

The glands don't produce enough cortisol and aldosterone.

Your salt and water balances go haywire.

No wonder I've been feeling crook.

Well, let's get you comfortable and then we'll start some basic tests.

Dr Quade?

Look, you may have picked it,

but there are many tests I'd like to do before we say Addison's.

He has classic skin pigmentation, textbook symptoms.

Why waste money on a dozen tests?

Because I start at the beginning.

Jack. Yep?

Got your first patient? Yeah.

Charlie's showing me the ropes.

Well, you're in good hands.

What's the patient's problem?

It could be Addison's.

We're gonna start with that.

I'm gonna need an ACTH stimulation test.

Well, if you write it up, I'll get it from Pharmacy.

Seems to know his stuff.

We'll see.

So, everything's going well, then - Charlie?

DOOR KNOCK

Oh, hi, Terri.

Julia, Maintenance just told me

you put out a directive preventing any repairs on Ward 17.

Yeah, that's right.

How do you expect me to run a ward under those conditions?

I'll authorise any urgent work.

Good, then you can sign this request for Room Four.

Ah, Terri...those beds are not gonna be re-opened.

What does that mean?

It means that Ward 17 is down four beds until further notice.

Emergency's on the phone to me every few hours.

Why would you do that?

I want patients to go to wards

specialising in their specific conditions.

But they're full.

That's why Ward 17 exists in the first place.

To take the overflow.

I think resources are better used to avoid overflow than to cater for it.

So, you intend to close Ward 17 completely.

Terri, we are looking at options.

But improving medical facilities will require some restructuring.

Downsizing a hospital does not improve patient care.

Training staff to specialise in certain areas

with dedicated wards does.

Now, I'm not gonna argue with you about it.

If you'll excuse me, I have work to do.

TENSE MUSIC

Sorry, I got held up in Admin.

What are you doing?

Come on, I explained this to you, Lois.

We're putting a catheter in

to that make you feel more comfortable.

Come on, legs right up for me.

I've been in this position plenty of times before.

Okay.

Now, I'm gonna squirt this antiseptic lotion on your private parts, Lois.

It'll feel a little bit cold, okay?

(squeals)

Keith?! Keith!

What's wrong? What is it?

I know about you two.

You're lesbians, you're having your way with me.

This is sexual assault! Okay...

I want the police.

Lois? Listen. We won't do anything you don't want us to do.

Keith! Keith, help me!

It's alright, Lois. It's okay.

I noticed she was increasingly forgetful over the last two years.

Our GP diagnosed dementia about six months ago.

Her mother went the same way.

You seem to be coping.

She obviously trusts you and relies on you.

Yes, that's how we've been able to manage at home.

Well, she's calm now.

Happy as Larry.

Has your GP prescribed any medication for her?

Ah, some haloperidol.

It helps to settle her at night.

Look, if you'd like some advice,

we could arrange for our geriatric team to talk to you.

No, I don't want that.

I can manage at home myself.

I want to do it.

It's just that for the past couple of months

we've been housebound more than normal,

and now all this awful sexual stuff.

I don't know where it comes from.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, don't worry. We hear worse than that in the staff canteen.

John, you've done quite a lot of damage to the top of your femur.

It's badly fractured.

This area here is pretty much beyond repair.

It needs to be replaced.

Like a hip replacement?

Yes. Except we're only replacing the head of the femur.

It's called a hemiarthroplasty.

With a hip replacement, we also replace this area.

Can't you just stick pins in it and let the bone heal?

Well, the bone is virtually shattered.

Trying to fix it with pins would be futile.

The amount of damage you've done is unusual.

You normally expect to see this much bone fragility

in someone who's 70 or 80 years of age.

Prior to today, have you had any pain in your hip?

No. None at all.

On X-ray, the bone looks thickened.

What does that mean?

It's abnormal.

I'd like to do a few blood tests to try and identify the cause.

(sighs) Is it serious?

I can't answer that until I see the blood work.

I only get a few days access and she's already taken the boys away.

That's none of my business.

I need to know what's going on.

Paula, can you keep an eye on my patients

while I take Mr Holman to surgery?

Sure.

Reg?

Look, it's... it's just about dinner tonight.

Oh, Terri, you mustn't be nervous, because he is the loveliest man.

Now, the booking's for 7.30,

so that gives you plenty of time to paint a face on.

So, Reg, what's your cousin like?

Oh, wow, he has a great personality.

He's tall, fair-haired, brown eyes, great body.

Actually he's quite good looking.

Sounds like a catch.

Terri? Terri?

It's not like it's a date or anything.

I'm Pam Holman.

Hi. Terri Sullivan, Nursing Unit Manager.

You just missed your husband. He's gone to Theatre.

I'll show you where you can wait.

(whispers) Not a good idea. Come on.

The boys said their dad broke his leg.

I only brought them in so they could see he was okay.

I was expecting a plaster cast.

I'm sorry, I thought you knew.

Didn't you see him in Emergency? No.

He's my ex-husband.

Oh, okay.

You were down as next of kin.

It was a civil divorce,

until John started acting like some kind of...action man.

Last week he wanted to take the kids rock climbing.

Can you believe it? They're six and nine years old.

And now skateboarding.

I can see how that could be a problem.

There are video players.

Sit down, please.

We have your test results...

So I've got Addison's?

Ah, no, your cortisol level came up after you had an ACTH shot,

which means your adrenal gland is normal.

Yeah? So, what have I got?

Well, there are a few possibilities.

Or there are many.

Your skin pigmentation may indicate scleroderma, thyrotoxicosis...

Maybe we should start... ..at the beginning.

Blood work, thyroid function, viral tests.

Why didn't we do this before?

Well, because "we" thought we had a winner,

so we put all our money on it.

So, it's back to the beginning now.

A few more needles, I'm afraid. Shouldn't take long.

Thank you for not letting on...

I do not want Owen to feel mucked around.

Hey, I didn't think it was unreasonable...

Listen, I'm your boss now,

so we'll do things by the numbers, from the beginning, okay?

He's like this annoying little puppy dog, yapping at your heels.

Yap, yap, yap!

He just doesn't shut up.

He's like "How about this?" Or "How about that?"

I can see why that would annoy you.

(sighs) Thank you.

It'll be hard having a "mini you" around.

(laughs) That's crap.

Remember you took on the head of Haemotology

when you thought a child had acute lymphoblastic leukaemia?

Oh, that doesn't compare.

ALL is the most common form of childhood leukaemia.

Addison's is a one in 100,000 shot.

So, it's okay to misdiagnose if the stats are on your side?

Jack.

Ace.

Okay, John, wiggle your toes for me?

That's good.

Any tingling or pins and needles? No.

Snap!

Any pain?

No. Not much.

Come on, Dad. Come on.

I'm gonna give you this button to press.

It'll deliver a dose of morphine every five minutes.

Just press it any time you feel any pain.

Hey, hey, let's just check that, okay?

Yeah, cheater.

Don't be rude, Fergus.

Time to get off the bed, mate.

Don't want to break the hydraulics.

Better do what he says.

I don't want to.

Good on you, mate.

John.

Sterlo, this is my wife, Pam.

How'd the surgery go?

It went well.

That's good.

Boys, we have to go now.

There's no need to rush.

Fergus? Oliver?

Say goodbye to your father.

Now, please.

Bye, Dad.

See you, boys.

You be good, okay?

Go press the lift button for me.

I'll be there shortly.

I know you think I'm the bitch from hell already,

so this won't come as a shock.

I spoke to my solicitor.

He's started a motion to revoke your visitation rights.

What?!

The boys were so embarassed at the park.

Watching you act like a teenager.

Did they say that?

Don't try and wriggle out of it.

Did they say that?!

You're a danger to them... and yourself.

Pam, come back here!

You can't just say that and walk out!

Come on, mate, back into bed.

Now, when we get there, I want you to be very quiet and very still.

No.

Come on, we're nearly there.

You're gonna feel much better.

I don't want to do this.

I'm here. Right next to you.

Keith, don't let them.

Don't think about it, love.

Think about going home, our little house.

I know what's happening!

They'll put me on a sex machine!

I'll be good! Please don't...

Lois, I'll be with you.

Don't let them, they'll hurt me...

We're not even in yet and she's terrified.

That's it. Back to the ward.

(screams)

Keith, I recommend keyhole surgery under general anaesthetic.

We'd remove the whole gall bladder.

Recovery is fast and the pain's gone forever.

Is it riskier?

Well, it's certainly more invasive.

And with general anaesthesia there are always risks.

But the only alternative is the lithotripsy.

It's your decision.

Okay, I'll make a start on Theatre listing.

You don't have to do this all on your own.

There's no other family.

What about respite care?

Have a break now and again.

There are community groups who'll help.

I won't hand her over to strangers.

She'd be humiliated over and over again.

And this strange sexual thing.

You've seen what she does.

Righto.

Why don't we let the psycho-geriatric team...

No!

No questions. No strange people.

The physio will be in first thing in the morning

to start your mobilisation program.

It's important to get that new joint working.

John?

John?

The operation went well.

The prosthesis went in smoothly.

But...your blood test shows elevated levels of alkyline phosphatase.

What does that mean?

You have Paget's disease.

It's a deformity of the skeletal system.

It explains why your bones have become so fragile.

I'll refer you to a rheumatologist.

There are drugs that can stop its progression.

Stop the progression? What about a cure?

Unfortunately, that's not an option,

but with the right treatment, we can avoid arthritis

and stop the bones degenerating further.

It is manageable, John.

Well, I'll get onto the rheumatologist - get things moving.

This is the last straw, you know.

She'll just tell them I'm too busy to visit or something.

When you're a kid, you believe everything your mother says.

(sighs)

Look, I've had it, Terri.

I want to swap patients with Paula. Okay?

Why do you want to swap mid-shift?

I just do.

Why? Has something happened?

No, no, it's nothing like that.

Then what?

Forget it. Sorry to bother you.

Come on. If there's a problem...

It's nothing.

(sighs)

If you had your way, you wouldn't even let him play soccer.

Well, life's a bloody risk!

She hung up on me.

I've got an injection here for you, John.

It's Heparin -

stops you from developing clots.

Just a little prick, alright?

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

FRAUGHT MUSIC

I reckon the maternal nurturing instinct's a load of shit.

Sorry, Sterlo?

Women don't care about their kids.

They just use them as weapons!

GLASS SMASHES AND BUZZER SOUNDS

OWEN: I told him not to get out.

I can't just lie there and take all this shit.

Press the button, once every five minutes.

I'll page Luke. What happened?

Tried to get out of bed by himself.

Okay, get a bolus dose for pain.

I'll get the key.

We may have to get you back to X-ray.

Oh, it hurts like hell - hope it isn't broken.

Yeah, hopefully not.

(gasping)

This is all her fault.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

Poor thing. Do you think he's done much damage to himself?

We won't know till he's back.

I'll look after Sterlo's patients till then.

Sure.

Hi. How's your first day going?

Uh, pretty good.

Are you married?

Uh, no.

Girlfriend? No.

Gay?

(laughs) No, wrong again.

Are you hitting on me?

Oh, no, I think I'd be a little bit...mature for you.

I think maturity is an attractive quality.

PHONE RINGS

Ward 17. Regina speaking.

Yes. He's just here.

Biochemistry. Ah. Thanks.

Hello?

Yep.

CHARLOTTE: He's driving me nuts.

He didn't listen to a single word I said.

Look, he's new, he's gung-ho, he just wants to impress everyone.

Are you actually defending him?

No, I'm not.

I just think he's a bright kid with a big future.

Yeah, well, that'll all depend on how long he lives.

Do you have Owen's results? Yeah, right here.

White cells and biochemistry normal, except his CPK is up.

I don't know - maybe muscular dystrophy?

Any other abnormalities?

Urinalysis is positive for glucose, but that's it.

Serum glucose?

No, it's not diabetes - his B cell is fine.

What about the viral studies? Not in.

I know I'm close to cracking it, Charlie.

Let me know when you do.

We've wasted enough time on it.

If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to beat him to this diagnosis.

You might win the maturity competition as well.

That's very amusing.

Haemochromatosis!

Jack... Haemochromatosis.

That would explain the glycosuria.

I'll check his iron levels.

Hey, I heard a rumour that someone was going out

with a good-looking, blonde, tall man this evening.

Regina's cousin.

Oh, God! That can't be right.

Okay, great, thanks. Bye.

Terri, it's all arranged.

My cousin's going to meet you here after work.

I thought I was meeting him at the restaurant.

No, it makes more sense for him to pick you up.

That way you know what each other looks like, yeah?

Shoulders - shoulders are sexy.

Breasts are sexier, but what men really want is our...

Lois. Lois.

Let's go back.

I bet your husband wants to get a good handful of those.

Lois, come on... I'm sure he does.

Lois, can you stop that, please?

Stop that, Lois, stop it.

Let me go! Let me go!!

Just...go back to bed.

Come on. We know the way.

Lois is settled now.

Sorry.

I think she's already forgotten what happened.

The only up-side - they forget the bad things as well.

Well, something's up -

with you biting the heads off confused patients.

Lois just got to me today, that's all.

What's different about today?

Oh, this blind date.

Oh, come on.

You're going to a great restaurant for a free meal.

It just doesn't feel right.

Look, Regina is trying to deal with her grief in her own crazy way,

God forbid, by trying to make everybody else happy.

I know, I know.

I know she means well.

I can't believe this is what's sending you into a tizz.

What?

It's Julia Archer.

I'm making so much noise and I don't think anyone's listening.

I don't know if I can save the ward.

I just wanted to apologise for losing my temper before.

Lois needs our support at the moment, doesn't she?

It's alright. It's understandable.

You're hurting me. Stop it!

Lois isn't due any medication, is she?

Um...

They're my special pills.

They're my favourites. Really?

Can I have a look at your special pills for a moment?

I'll give them straight back.

Um, I give her the Haloperidol at night and it helps her to sleep.

So, I cheat during the day and give her a tablet, just to calm her

and get her mind off all that sex.

MACHINE WHINES

Haemochromatosis? That's it.

Put simply, it's an iron storage problem - you keep too much of it.

If it isn't removed, it'll damage your organs,

especially your heart, liver and pancreas.

And I got it from my parents?

It's an autosomal recessive trait.

They carry the gene, even if they don't have the disease.

And all I have to do is donate blood?

Yeah. See, iron's held in the blood.

So we'll take half a litre from you twice a week

for the next eight months.

Bloody hell, that'll fill a swimming pool.

Well, it'll reduce your iron back to normal.

That's it for now.

And, um...and then I'm cured?

Uh, you'll need to donate blood every couple of months

for the rest of your life.

You want to keep pressure on that for me?

I hate needles.

Can they take blood without using needles?

Uh...sorry.

Hello.

Dr Quade finally figured out what was wrong with me.

Keith, the psycho-geriatric doctor believes

Lois has Kluver Busy Syndrome.

This occurs with certain types of dementia.

What makes it different?

I mean, dementia's dementia, right?

Well, no, not really.

In this case, for instance,

sedatives can actually free up inhibitions.

It's like being tipsy.

It's characterised by obsessional behaviour, often of a sexual nature.

The Kluver Busy should go away once we stop Haloperidol.

Lois will still have dementia,

but we'll start her on a new drug -

something to help with her memory loss and her wanders.

This is good news.

Lois will be a bit like her old self again.

But I caused it - giving her the pills.

PHONE RINGS

Terri Sullivan.

Oh, Joan.

Joan, that's ridiculous.

Emergency's overflowing and I have empty beds.

You know what? You can tell Julia that Room Four will be opened up

whether she likes it or not.

Yeah, can I have the maintenance supervisor, please?

What's the verdict?

Well, as you say, the power's easy to fix.

Bit of damage to the heater pipes - needs some work.

But, yeah, there'd be no worries

getting the room up and running again.

Reckon you can give it the okay?

That depends who's asking.

STERLO: Excuse us!

REGINA: Oh!

You right?

Clumsy. (chuckles)

Have you been drinking?

(slurs) Celebrating the good news.

I'll take him to the tea room and try to dilute the alcohol.

Look, Peter, I just need to hear that you're sure.

Yeah, it'll do. See you round.

Okay. Yeah.

Is Mr McPhee okay?

Oh, yeah, it's just one of those days.

Bet you can't wait for that first martini tonight.

My cousin has a really stressful job as well,

so you will have so much to talk about.

Listen, uh...Reg, would you be offended if I...cancelled?

Oh.

It's just been a very difficult day and I'm tired.

Yeah.

Oh, Reg.

I'm just not ready to go out on a dinner date.

Oh.

Is that okay?

Oh, of course, Terri.

Thanks.

LUKE: Unfortunately, X-rays showed you sustained an acetabular fracture

in the fall, so I had to do a complete hip replacement this time.

Now, it's important that you stay in bed until the physio gets you up.

The recovery time with a full hip replacement is longer.

So, you'll need to learn to be patient.

Great - now they'll say I'm physically handicapped or something.

Then Mr New Age will get to entertain my kids

with non-competitive, risk-free games.

Who?

Pam's new boyfriend - weak prick.

Look, John, in two, three months, you'll be as good as new.

Months?

By then I'll have lost the minimal access I have.

They'll forget who I am.

They're only little boys.

Terri.

I just spoke to the maintenance supervisor.

Yes, I've already accepted some patients into room four.

You're not entitled to make that decision.

I don't really care - I've already done it.

Fine.

You want to threaten your job security, you go right ahead.

I'll take it up with the Board.

That's your prerogative.

But your proposal to the Board was just that - a proposal.

Nothing was agreed to or decided

and I have a lot of support to keep my ward open.

So you plan on turning this into a popularity contest, do you?

I'll turn it into whatever I need.

OMINOUS MUSIC

There you are, Mr Munsell.

Good luck with everything. Thank you.

Excuse me! You can't go in there.

No, it's alright. It needs to be prepped.

Oh? Are we opening up?

Yeah, and I notified Emergency.

Have you gotten onto your cousin yet?

Not answering. I left a message.

Reg, Mr Holman will need another post-op X-ray.

I'll order it. A mobile one? Thanks.

We don't want him out of bed again.

Mrs Holman. My son left his game here.

Just before you go - your husband fell out of bed

and he's had to go back to surgery,

this time for a hip replacement.

How did that happen?

It was because of you.

How can that be my fault?

He is terrified of losing his kids. Sterling.

He was just trying to be a father to them.

I'm not responsible...

You have NO idea of the damage you're doing!

Sterling, stop it.

Think about what you're doing to those boys.

It's none of your business.

You can't deny them their dad unless you're a complete bitch!

Seems like it's a day for outbursts.

So how about you tell me what prompted yours?

Look, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye...

..but if something's happening here, or at home,

I'd like to think you could tell me about it.

Okay, how about we call it a day?

I'll write up my reports.

And I'll apologise to Mrs Holman.

(slurs) I really buggered it up, didn't I?

No, it was just a mistake.

You're right, she'd be better off with someone else looking after her.

No, Keith, I think you've been doing really well.

On the surface.

But inside I keep thinking that she won't suffer for long,

that the dementia will kill her quickly.

What does that make me?

Human.

Then why do I feel like such a bastard? (cries)

Oh, Keith.

LIFT BELL DINGS

Excuse me, I'm looking for Pam Holman.

These are her boys - they're here to see their dad.

Sure, I'll take you through to them.

Maybe I should wait out here.

Okay. Come on, boys.

Hi, I'm Terri Sullivan.

Hi.

Um, I'm sorry you had to come all the way in here.

I've been trying to call you.

My phone's working. Has something happened?

Um...

..I'm just not interested.

I'm sorry to waste your time.

It's got nothing to do with you.

I'm sure you're a lovely guy.

I just...I can't go out to dinner.

I'm sorry to be so blunt.

Matty.

I'm just in here.

Won't be too much longer.

I'm sorry. Wrong guy.

(nervous laugh) Yeah.

(sighs)

Um...Mrs Holman.

I just...I just wanted to apologise for yelling at you earlier.

It was unprofessional and inappropriate.

Yes, it was.

(sighs)

I'm off, Terri. See you tomorrow.

How are you feeling, Lois?

We're just going for a walk.

Did you get to apologise to your cousin for me?

Oh, yeah. He's arranged to take someone else.

I know you were trying to set me up.

Ohh! No, I appreciate the thought.

Terri.

Why don't WE have dinner tonight?

Thank you. That'd be really lovely. Okay.

Lesbians!

(chuckles)

So, where do you think two single girls like us should go?

We could try the new Thai place.

Okay, done.

It takes a long time for the pain to go.

It gets easier.

Do you think you'll ever be ready to fall in love again?

Maybe.

If the right man comes along.

Yeah.

Goodnight, ladies.

'Night.