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(sobs) Okay.

Shit!

CAR HORN BEEPS

(screams) Help! Somebody help!

(screams) Help!

What's wrong? I'm a doctor.

My baby's not breathing.

Okay, take her bag. Help him.

Help him please.

THEME MUSIC

Need the Resusitair, a bag and size four tube, just in case.

Has he been sick?

A bit of the flu, but we all have.

What were his symptoms?

Um, runny nose, bit of a cough, that's all.

Has he swallowed something? Has he been playing with something?

Nothing. He was asleep. When I tried to wake him he was like this.

What have we got? Respiratory failure.

What's your baby's name?

Sean. Sean.

Come on, Sean.

We'll a bed a soon as possible, Mr Simpson. Sorry.

Not your fault. You have a full house today.

How's your pain now? Better after that shot.

Yes, well, the surgeon is on the way,

so you're going to have to part with those haemorrhoids pretty soon.

Then I can stop walking around without a big pain in the arse.

Where's Nelson?

He's late. Give them an inch, they take a bloody mile.

Where were we? That's right, big pains in the arse.

I heard that, Quade.

If you're so wildy available,

perhaps you would like to join the medical students on the round.

When I got him from his nap, he wouldn't wake up.

Did you take his temperature?

I just bought him straight here.

Is he going to be alright?

Please don't let anything happen to him.

Very rattly.

Inspiratory wheeze too. Decreased air entry - left side.

Suction.

Could be a sputum plug. How long's he had the cold?

(shakily) Three days.

Come on, baby. Please.

I think we should let the doctors do their work. Come on.

You come out with me. He's going to be okay.

Okay, he's breathing.

Oh, my God.

We need to cannulate, try for a central line.

Who can tell me the origin, function, and nerve supply

of the gastrocnemius muscle?

Come on. This is basic anatomy. Someone spit it out.

Anyone?

You!

Have a stab at it. You won't learn anything otherwise.

Okay...tibia, plantar flexion - and they feature in the tibial nerve.

The origin in the gastrocnemius muscle is in the femur

otherwise it couldn't perform its function,

which is to flex the lower leg and extend the foot, could it?

And, yes, its nerve supply comes via the tibial nerve

You're fourth year medical students. Get your act together.

Sorry, doctor. Want to share that with the group?

No, it's nothing.

I insist.

I was just saying, it's easy to forget the boring stuff.

"The boring stuff"? You find this boring do you?

No, that's not what I meant.

Tell you what, doctor,

why don't you spend the rest of the day assessing patients in triage.

Perhaps you'll find that a little less boring.

You heard me. Come!

MAN: Ow.

(groans)

Well next time. Use the door.

The door was locked. I was being chased by a dog.

I wouldn't mind if I had done something completely outrageous.

Talk about over-the-top reaction.

Ah, go easy, doc.

What sort of dog was it? A staffy. A big nasty one.

I mean, what is wrong with the guy?

Ah, that kills.

Other than the fact he's mentally unstable, you mean.

Okay.

Next time, you'll know to go through a window made out of safety glass.

Now just...grit your teeth and think a happy thought.

Take my advice. Steer clear of Frank for the rest of the day.

He'll pick on somebody else tomorrow.

Why did the dog turn on you? I don't know.

Easy for you to say. He's not on your back all the time, is he?

Oh, learn to hide.

Where were the owners? Not home.

There we are.

Finish it up for me? Mmm.

Reg! This man has a bad cut on his arm.

I'll look at it.

Can you call the cops for our friend here - break and enter.

Oh!

MONITOR BEEPS

Let's start the N on 4 at 24 ml an hour.

Paediatrics are sending someone over.

I'm sorry. Excuse me, Lorrie.

Security are insisting you move your car,

because it's partly blocking the entrance to emergency.

Go! Sean's stable at the moment.

Dylan, wait here with Sean. No! I'll come with you.

MONITOR BEEPS

How's he doing?

He's okay. His chest is still a little rattly.

Jess, chase up his chest X-ray?

Might as well find out as much as we can before paediatrics get here.

Sure. Think it's just the flu?

Hope so.

Ward 8 is going to take Mr Simpson in about 30 minutes.

He's just here temporarily.

You're getting a tour of... (groans)

Take the number of that truck.

Why are there patients in the bloody corridor?

We're waiting on beds.

It's not safe or legal.

We can't treat bloody patients in the corridor.

Who's the CPAP for? No-one. Trailing a new machine.

Alright?

(shouts) Who put that bloody thing there?

Is Frank in a particularly foul mood today? I can't tell.

He's extra testy.

Trust me. I have to share an office with him.

On today's scale he's about an eight.

What's the scale out of? Five!

(laughs) So, what is his problem?

Oh, family.

Family? What, wife or mother... Don't know - don't care.

I see.

I want to admit John Morton. Can you organise a bed for me?

Yeah, sure. I'll get out my magic wand.

Hey, I'm serious.

So am I. We've got three patients in the corridor.

He's complaining of a severe headache and can barely keep his eyes open.

What happened to his arm? Cut it on the letterbox.

What's the verdict, doctor? Staying or going?

I'm just trying to organise that now.

Okay, John. You got a headache?

The worst I've ever had. You've had them before?

Yes, usually after I've finished work.

I think it has something to do with having sex all day.

John is an adult entertainment film star.

Hardly a star. Although I am quite popular.

I'm 'The Pole'.

Do you have any other symptoms, John?

Ah, I can get very tired.

I usually don't get as much sleep as I possibly should.

Do you take drugs? No. Not my style.

Tell you the truth, all due respect to the doctor,

I think this is a bit of an overreaction.

I actually came to get this fixed.

We'll deal with that, and then see where we go from there. Okay?

(whispers) Thank you.

SIREN BLARES

SCOTT: Ah, some action at last.

Quick. Where's the telephone booth, Superman? Better your suit on.

Hey, there's nothing wrong with a bit of enthusiasm.

POLICEMAN: This way.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Come on, knees up, knees up.

CATE: Oh, thank God.

Jonesy, go back down and wait for rescue.

Give them a call and find out their ETA.

Lift repairman on the roof lift. Hand's caught in the mechanism.

MAN MOANS

Is the lift stable?

According to the foreman,

the bloke was working on the lift when he took off,

went down half a floor.

(man shouts) What's going on up there?

What's his name? Zac Warner.

(shouts) Zac, I'm Scott. I'm an ambo.

Get me out of here. It's friggin scary.

Okay, mate. I'm just going to shine a torch down, alright?

(moans)

Do you know if the lift can be stabilised?

How should I know?

Weren't you fixing it?

Is that what the guy told you - that I was fixing the lift?

You prick! This is all your fault.

So who is he, then? He's just a day labourer.

Where's Lorrie?

Lorrie, I just need to get some more medical history from you.

We haven't diagnosed Sean's condition yet. It is serious but...

It must be. He hasn't stopped crying this long before.

Is Sean a whingy baby?

Yeah. Has been from the start. Poor little thing.

Has he been crying more than usual? Not possible.

Dylan, please! Lorrie?

Has Sean been crying more lately?

Um...a little with his head cold.

It's hard to tell. Dylan's right. He does seem to cry all the time.

Maybe he was a little worse than usual last night.

Right, and then what happened?

This morning I had to wake him up so I could go shopping.

When did you first notice there was something wrong?

When I got back from shopping he was asleep again. I couldn't wake him.

Um, I put him on the change table...

..and he started turning blue.

I just picked him up and put him in the car and came straight here.

Okay, and who looked after Sean while you went shopping?

My husband.

I've called him. His work's trying to track him down.

Anyone else in the house?

Only Dylan.

I was in my room all morning.

Didn't come out until I heard Lorrie screaming.

Ah, Charlotte.

I'll be back.

How long's he been fitting? About 15 seconds.

Get some Phenobaribitone.

This little bub have a history of seizures?

Not that I'm aware of.

And, er, what was he admitted with?

Respiratory distress queried secondary

to a respiratory viral illness and sputum retention.

Temperature? 37.1.

It's not a febrile... What's wrong?

Why is he shaking? He's having a seizure.

A fit?

Dose? 120 mg.

(yells) What's wrong with him? Why is he fitting?

We don't know yet. Has he fitted before?

No! Never.

120 mg. Check.

Lorrie, he'll be fine. Don't worry. (cries) Do something.

Come on, little man. Time to relax.

There you go.

Cerebral oedema.

Don't you agree?

Is there something else?

There's been a recent intracranial bleed.

Could it be a spontaneous one?

It's rare, but it could happen.

We need a haematology consult. Rule out a clotting problem.

I'll send off coags now.

Otherwise, the only cause would be trauma.

Shaken baby syndrome?

Probably. There's no chance of an accident?

There's always that possibility, Frank, but I doubt it.

That scan suggests that baby has been violently shaken,

and for an extended period.

What's an extended period?

Five seconds of violent shaking can damage the brain of a small child.

Call me if his condition changes in any way.

In the meantime, I'll get him a spot in Paeds ICU, right?

Thanks, Carol. Call DOCS.

Shouldn't we wait for the haematology results?

It could be spontaneous.

Any sign of abuse, we're legally obliged to report.

Charlotte, Carol called. There's no Paeds beds,

He's going to have to be airlifted to another hospital.

Thanks, Jess.

It would a lot easier

if I could ask straight out if he'd been shaken,

see how she reacts.

You won't do that. That's DOCS job.

That's what I'd like to do.

Call me when DOCS get here. Top of my list.

Okay, all yours.

Von, can you give me a hand suturing in triage?

Sure, which patient? Ah, John Morton.

He's a pretty interesting character. His stage name is 'The Pole'.

"The Pole"? Yeah, he's a porno star.

'Porno'? Okay, let's see what needs suturing.

REG: Okay, thank you.

(clears throat) Right.

I'm Dex Carter. My wife Lorrie's here with my son.

Yes, Mr Carter. Just come through.

Just follow me.

No change.

Any word on a bed?

Dr Wong found one at RBH but we're waiting on the care flight.

Thanks, Jess.

You know, you're not supposed to use that in here.

Wasn't going to.

It's a game. Ah.

Don't you want to go in and see your little brother?

Half-brother. You're still allowed to see him.

(quietly) No.

Kid's just nervous.

My money's on him. Why? Because he's the stepson.

Charlotte.

Charlotte, Addy's here.

So I've been crying all morning. Me too.

Look...I just want to know how long you've been thinking about this.

It must have come up at some point, like, hey, this is over.

What, yesterday?

A week ago, a month?

We went through this last night.

Yes, and I still don't have a clue as to what is going on.

You know, okay, so we had an argument. Big deal.

And then you come out with all this 'we're on different paths' crap.

I don't get what that means, Char.

What if I told you before we got together,

I was planning to have a baby.

(shocked) Whoa.

Different paths. Right?

So, um, my comment yesterday about hating kids... (chuckles dryly)

..that couldn't have helped, huh?

I've dropped hints for a while.

I pretty much got the same reaction every time.

I'm sorry. But you should have said something.

I didn't want to scare you off.

What, so you break up with me instead?

Oh, no, no. I mean, that makes sense.

But I'm right, aren't I?

You're not ready for that.

I have to say...yeah, that's a pretty fair estimation.

I don't have time, Addy.

I don't have three or four years to see if this relationship's working,

then find out it's too late or too complicated to have a child.

Look, it took me forever to make the decision

to do it on my own in the first place.

Since I did it's beyond something that I just want to do.

I want this more than anything else.

Including me?

Addy, I'm in love with you,

and I know this would be the perfect relationship

if we wanted the same things.

But I know myself and I know if I'm not honest about what I want

I'm going to end up resenting myself and you.

The longer I let this go on the worse it's gonna hurt to let go.

I'm really sorry, I have to go.

(yells) Oi! How long are you gonna take? Get me out of here.

Zac, we can't do anything to get you out until we stabilise the lift.

It shouldn't be too much longer.

Just hang in there and try to stay calm, alright?

I told you it was dangerous, Collins.

Zac, just try to stay calm, okay.

Just get me out of here. It bloody hurts.

Can't we do something? The kid's in agony.

Come on! (moans)

(yells painfully) Oh, my fingers.

What do you think you're doing?

Well, we can't stand here scratching ourselves, can we?

Yes, we can, until rescue gets here.

I won't do anything stupid. I'll just check him out.

Scott, it's too dangerous. If you don't want to go, I'll go.

No, no, it's fine. I'll go. It's not protocol.

There's no protocol for this. Well, I'm making one.

I won't get on the lift.

I'll climb down the rungs and talk to him for a minute.

(groans)

If anyone ever needed to see a friendly face, that guy does.

Oh, my hand!

(screams) Hurry up! Just for one minute, okay?

Oh, it's killing me.

Scott. That's enough. Come up. Just move your sleeve a bit.

I'm trying to see where your hands are caught.

Come on. I'll radio base, they're... It's alright, mate.

Stay calm... Scott!

Yeah, alright. I'm coming.

(moans)

Help me!

Get me out.

It's alright. Right?

(sighs) The third, fourth and fifth fingers on his right hand

are trapped up to the second knuckle.

Rescue will have to cut the whole lift drive to get him out.

You couldn't do anything?

The lift looks like it's hanging by a thread.

My weight on it could kill us both.

What about the pain? Throw him some tablets.

I can't give him anything to make him drowsy.

If he loses consciousness, shifts his weight, the whole thing could go.

The most successful movie was probably 'Pole Dancer'.

I'm talking in terms of performance, not commercial success.

(dryly) I must have missed that one.

You could do well in the industry - dominatrix.

I could put you in contact with someone if you like.

Oh, tempting.

But my time's pretty well tied up.

What's it like doing it day in and day out?

Doesn't it kill it for the real thing?

It's acting.

Yeah, but you're actually doing it.

How do you keep it up? Is it drugs or...?

No way! You know what a fluffer is?

(hesitates) No! Ha, you've led a sheltered life.

Are you from DOCS?

What's this got to do with DOCS?

There's some concern about how Sean received his injury.

What does that mean?

The CT scan revealed small patches of bleeding in Sean's brain.

What's she going on about?

Mr Carter, Sean shows classic signs of having been violently shaken.

What? So you're saying we've done something?

You think we've hurt him?

Dylan, can you stay?

I don't know anything about it. It's not my problem.

(laughs) This is crazy.

You can't believe this.

We're normal people.

An investigation will be conducted, but that will take some time.

In the intervening period arrangements will have to be made

to keep Sean in a safe environment.

You mean take him away?

You can't do that.

We haven't hurt him. I could never hurt my baby.

We'll need the names and contact details

of any relatives or any other carers of Sean.

He did fall off the change table this morning.

Could that have caused it?

I didn't think anything of it. He was fine. He didn't even cry.

Why didn't you say something?

I forgot. Forgot?

I had that thing going on at work. My mind was focused on that.

He was fine. I would have said something otherwise.

You know what a lump he is.

Farting all the time and wriggling around...

..kicking his feet against everything.

He's a tough little bugger.

He always has been.

He was fine. Don't!

What you've said will be taken into account, Mr Carter.

I'll come back in a couple of hours when things have settled down,

and we can talk in more detail.

What's Dylan's relationship with the family?

Why? Are you implying Dylan's responsible now?

How does he fit in? Does he live with his mother or with you?

He lives with us. We'll talk more when I come back.

It's not your province. I know, I'm sorry.

The process is clear.

Doctors are invited to attend an interview

to clarify medical information only.

You had no right to start asking questions.

I was out of line. I'm sorry.

What's your opinion? Hard to say.

You're right. The stepson is a candidate.

But so is the father. The mother less so.

Yeah, the change table.

He referred to the baby in negative terms.

Calling him a lump. Talking about his bodily functions.

Not a good sign.

PAGER BEEPS Listen, I've got to go.

The baby can't be left alone with any family members.

Someone else should always be in attendance.

We know. Okay.

I said I was sorry.

CATE: Just hang in there, Zac. Shouldn't be too much longer.

(yells) That's what you said 10 minutes ago.

I know, mate. Just try to relax and keep calm, okay?

About time. The kid's freaking out.

Rescue's been diverted to a train derailment.

They're going to send the first free unit available,

but it will be another 15-20 minutes at least.

This is bullshit!

I'm going to go back down there.

You absolutely are not.

Cate, Hobbs is right. The kid's freaking out. He needs someone.

You said before the lift's hanging by a thread.

There's no way you're going.

If he starts panicking the whole lifts going to...

If you go down that shaft

I'll go back to base and get your arse fired.

I'm serious. Stuff this. I'm going down there.

What's wrong with you two?

It's not safe until rescue gets here. Chill out.

I don't care what you say. Tell me what to do.

There's nothing you can do. Haven't you listened?

Find some rope. I can tie a harness around him, support him.

So you're not going to stop him?

He's a cop. It's his call.

TERRY: There you go.

Where the bloody hell's John Morton? In the waiting room.

What's he doing there? He should be in bed.

Which one is he? Got the white shirt.

Treated for a laceration on the forearm.

He has bleeding into the sub-arachnoid space.

Really? Really!

Who's supposed to be taking care of him?

He hasn't been admitted.

Who orders a head CT for a man with a cut on the arm?

There's no paperwork, no bloody patient number.

Who ordered the scan? I don't know. I'll find out.

I'll find out. You'll bloody well admit him.

Paged Carol Wong urgently.

Had to intubate Sean, he's having intermittent runs of bradycardia.

Get a repeat CT. Already booked.

What's your opinion? On who's responsible?

They all look normal on the outside. Excuse me.

Von, who ordered the CT for John Morton?

Junior.

Is John Morton your patient?

Yeah, that's right.

Sub-arachnoid haemorrhage -

that means bleeding from the brain if you don't know.

I know what a sub-arachnoid is.

The patient's been in a waiting room all day instead of a bed.

What kind of care is that?

John Morton came in with a cut forearm.

I thought something else was wrong so I ordered a scan.

I was right. This proves it. You should congratulate me.

There's a system in place for dealing with patients

who present to this emergency department.

I don't know what's going on with your personal life,

but stop dumping it on me...

Will you two shut up?

CATE: How you going?

Almost there. Just tying it around his chest.

Thanks, Base.

Garry, Rescue are two minutes away.

Garry, Rescue are practically here. Yeah, I heard you the first time.

Come up, please. I want you to let them handle it.

In a sec. I'm almost there. No, now!

(gasps) You okay?

Zac?

He's lost his fingers. He's bleeding. Can we haul him up?

Where are you? I'm okay. I'm on the lift.

Well, don't move! Pull him up.

You ready?

(groans) Keep pulling!

Keep going!

Not much further. Keep pulling.

That's the way.

(screams)

Senior Constable Garry Hobbs - fall from about eight metres.

Pelvic instability. Likely multiple fractures to the legs and ribs.

Chest trauma. Abdo distended, possible internal injuries.

Tried to intubate him on the scene. He went into asystole enroute.

He's been down for eight minutes.

Okay, on three. One, two, three.

Could be fine VF. Move it!

EQUIPMENT BEEPS

Clear!

Clear. Again!

Clear!

Asystole! Shit!

More adrenaline. Pump it.

Zac's on his way to theatre. He's going to be okay.

How's Gary? Asystolic.

Move from the bloody monitor.

How am I supposed to know what rhythm this man's in.

Been going 43 minutes, Frank.

MONITOR FLAT LINES

Alright, that's enough.

Pretty good at that.

Where did that come from?

It's mine. I'm not bugging anyone.

Didn't say you were.

When I was your age, my baby brother used to drive me crazy

when he woke up in the morning crying.

Don't bother me as much as it bothers Dad.

You coming? Don't.

So, John, you can talk to your specialist

but with your blood pressure, I don't recommend you have too much sex

otherwise you may have a stroke.

That's what I do.

Can't keep the pole for long, eh? Oh.

Where's that baby? Theatre.

Repeat CT confirmed that Sean was extending a bleed in his brain.

Explains why he stopped breathing.

Take a look at that.

(sighs)

Let's go talk to the parents.

Shouldn't DOCS be present? We'll keep it medical.

Suits me.

He'll be going to Paediatric ICU after surgery.

Will he be alright?

You should prepare yourself for the worst.

He may not survive,

and if he does it's highly likely he'll suffer permanent brain damage.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

(sighs)

Sean's situation is similar to your other sons, isn't it, Mr Carter?

You had two children by previous marriage. Is that correct?

(sniffs) One. He's got two kids now. Sean's his second.

That's not what the hospital records tell us.

What?

Dex, what are they talking about?

My second son died of natural causes.

Yes. We read the autopsy report.

Diffused brain swelling and haemorrhage.

Apparently as a result of falling off a babys change table.

What?

Lorrie, I swear...

..it was an accident.

I didn't mean it. (screams) Why did you do that?

I didn't... Don't!

Lorrie... (sobs) Don't...

Well, that's not such a good face.

Bad day? You could say that.

What was that baby's name?

Sean.

Sean Carter.

Not that he'll ever be able to say it.

(sighs)

I just ended my relationship with Addy.

Really? I thought everything was going famously.

It was.

Then I told her I wanted to have a baby

and, uh, it was kind of a deal breaker.

Shit. Why do I always stuff everything?

Hang on. Do you want to take that back a couple of steps.

You want to have a baby?

You've known that for years, Vincent.

I knew that once,

but don't you think your situation's changed a little bit?

Some things have changed. I'm still a fully functioning woman, you know.

Don't you regret that we never had a child?

No.

You want to take some time to think about that?

It's a stupid question, Charlotte,

considering we're divorced and you in a gay relationship.

Aren't you showing your true colours?

Being married and heterosexual,

doesn't guarantee a child's welfare, Vincent.

There's a couple sitting out there now that prove that point.

I never said it did...

In case you've forgotten, you insisted we finish our internship.

It was you who talked me out of having a child

when I wanted one with you.

Hang on, what are actually saying?

That you wouldn't have left me? That you wouldn't have turned?

I'm saying I would have had different choices to make,

and different reasons for making them.

This is ridiculous, Charlotte.

If you want to have a baby with whoever,

then just go and do it, okay?

It's none of my business.

OPERATOR ON TWO-WAY RADIO

Gary's family.

At least his sons will remember him as a hero.

That's such crap. What?

The only person who's going to remember Gary as a hero is Zac.

His family won't see him as a hero.

He killed himself for a complete stranger,

now he's left them to look after themselves.

Yeah, how heroic.

Is this about your dad?

About him dying on the job?

You're an idiot!

What are you so pissed off with me for?

I followed the Cate McMasters protocol.

Great, some action at last.

You were dying to do something stupid today.

I didn't do anything stupid. Because I stopped you.

If I hadn't, it would have been you in the morgue, not Gary.

(sighs) But that would have been alright.

We could have remembered you as a hero.

MR CARTER: The doctors are bullshitting.

They dragged up my previous kid's medical records.

No. Without my consent.

They've already brought in DOCS,

but I want you there for any further interviews.

I'm not risking my career over this.

Yeah, okay. 'Bye.

What's your problem?

If you could just sign that.

Frank's lucky he hasn't been charged with assault.

He hasn't, has he? Not to my knowledge.

Who would believe anything he had to say anyway.

You know Frank better than anyone.

Is there something going on at the moment?

Talk to Frank, Terry.

Come on. You know he's being impossible.

Look, his kid was admitted to hospital a couple of days ago.

I didn't know he had a kid. Yeah, a daughter.

Apparently she's not doing great.

Caught me.

We can't keep going over this. Just hear me out.

Look, I've been walking around for hours, okay?

First I was pissed off,

then I was devastated.

And now I guess I'm pissed off, I'm devastated,

but I'm still in love with you.

Well, you're only human.

So, what I was thinking is this.

You want a baby and don't want to waste any time, I understand that.

But it might be a year, maybe even two before it actually happens,

even if you start trying now.

I know.

So I can't promise that I'm going to change my mind

and get clucky all of a sudden...

..but a year or two, I mean...

It can make a lot of difference. Give it some time anyway.

What if I got pregnant straightaway?

I don't know.

Let's just try.

I don't want to break up with you.

(sighs)

When she was diagnosed autistic, her mother couldn't handle it.

She tried for a couple of years but...

..it all got too much.

So, one day when I came home from hospital, late as usual,

there she wasn't.

She had shacked up with some crystal warrior,

some hippy down the south coast.

(scoffs) God!

So since then, there's just been the two of us.

They don't warn you about this part of being a father.

Why should they? Nobody thinks it's ever going to happen to them.

And anyway, what can you do?

My hand's been dealt.

Can't just throw it in and start all over again, can you?

No.

I don't know.

And then today,

we see a perfectly healthy baby boy...

..with every chance of being normal...

..and happy.

Until some...

..comes along and shakes the life out of him.

I tell you, it makes me want to kill.

What happened? Why is she here?

Ruptured appendix which developed in peritonitis before I noticed.

Some doctor, eh? Can't even diagnose my own daughter's illness.

Which is why...I've probably been a bit short with people lately.

Oh, no-one's noticed.

(scoffs)

Listen, you don't have to hang around here.

That's okay.

I don't have anything else to do.

Suit yourself.

What's her name?

(sighs) Kathleen.

Kathleen.