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Previously on All Saints.

Is Anne Lytton your sister? Yeah. Oh yeah.

This is another ploy to get me to talk to her.

You'd have to be Von. The doctor called you Von.

Von, this is my husband. Colin, this is Von.

Anne's sister.

Jack, it's over.

It's over.

Terri's just dumped me, my car is stuffed again, and I need a lift,

and I could probably do with about 18 stiff drinks.

In that case, get in. I'll buy you the first 10.

Huh! You're a miracle worker.

Oh, it took a while, but she finally settled.

I thought you'd have trouble. She's used to Sarah.

Oh, we got along fine.

Oh.

How did the meeting go?

Neil tried to apologise for short notice, but you know.

Look, I never meant to take you up on your offer of help.

It's okay, Frank.

You tidied up. Oh, yeah. Just...you know.

There's some takeaway in the oven if you didn't get a chance to eat.

I didn't know if you...you know.

Good. Good. Thanks.

I'll have to make this up to you. It's okay. I got work done, anyway.

Now you're over your midlife crisis with young Jack,

maybe you'd have time to go to dinner, or the ballet...sometime.

Oh.

Oh, it's probably better if we leave things, you know, the way they are.

Just...

Good. Good.

But I'll see you tomorrow. Yeah.

Thanks, Terri. Uh, thanks. Okay.

THEME SONG

It was a whole bottle of vodka, Charlotte.

Neither of us were in our right mind.

I asked you to call a cab. Why didn't you?

Clearly, I wasn't capable.

Right. But you were capable of other things.

I'm not proud of what we did either, but keep it in perspective.

We'd been dumped. It was comfort sex. It meant nothing.

So many things wrong with last night I can't even begin...

What's yellow and hops up and down? What?

A canary with hiccups. Get it?

It hurts! Make it stop!

We're here now. The doctors will help you.

This is Barbara Woods.

I remember. Hey Barbara, it's Charlotte.

It hurts a lot.

She's having mild contractions. They're 30 minutes apart.

When did they start? Last night.

I only found out this morning.

If I'd known, I'd have brought her in straightaway.

I didn't want to wake you. You should've.

Any bleeding?

Nil PV blood loss, BP 130/70, pulse 80.

That's Sub-Acute. I'll get her old records sent up.

Want to try sticking to protocol, Murray?

What? It's my handover.

Grandpa.

Right here, sweetheart. Right here.

MACHINE BEEPS

Anyone ask for me?

Nah, it's been quiet up till now. Are you okay?

Yes, I used the stairs. Didn't want to run into Frank.

How's your sister?

Oh, okay. Would've liked to have stayed a bit longer, but...

You're not too far away.

What's Barbara Woods doing back here?

Ah, premature labour.

The result of somebody

giving a consenting adult the right to choose.

Don't start, Frank. It was the right decision.

Then you haven't learnt anything,

in which case Dr Beaumont can handle things this time around.

What are you two looking at?

Someone's happy...as usual.

Go away will you. I want some privacy.

Still the NUM office, Frank.

So, I take it you have issues regarding Barbara Woods' care.

I said there'd be trouble, and now,

thanks to the politically correct Dr Hughes,

it's on our bloody doorstep.

Maybe Dr Hughes isn't the only one who should stay away from this case?

Thank you very much for the favour last night.

It doesn't mean you can tell me what to do in my own department.

And, in case you took it the wrong way,

my invitation to dinner wasn't a come-on.

It was a case of mental exhaustion

resulting in a temporary fit of generosity.

Shut the door.

DOOR SLAMS

So, how many weeks are you now, Barbara?

19. Grandpa keeps a calendar.

We cross off the days.

How's your general health been?

The baby's still making me sick.

Morning sickness?

Except sometimes it goes on all day.

That's no good. What do you do about it?

I stay in bed. Grandpa looks after me.

I can't help around the house anymore.

I don't expect you to, sweetheart.

So, have there been any other problems?

Going to the toilet.

She's had constipation.

But I gave her some castor oil.

I thought it would help.

Castor oil can often bring on labour.

But only if the cervix is prematurely readied for delivery.

Oh, my God!

This is my fault?

No, Mr Woods. Barbara was going to go into premature labour anyway.

The castor oil just brought it on earlier.

How about the baby?

Is there a chance she might lose it? No.

No, castor oil doesn't actually damage the baby.

She won't lose it, so long as we can stop the labour.

How do you do that?

Just with some medication.

Really, Mr Woods, she'll be fine.

Right, um... Well, I'll let you get on with it, then.

Grandpa.

I'll be just outside.

I'm going to bring a machine down from Maternity.

Once it's attached to your belly,

we'll be able to monitor the baby's heartbeat.

Barbara? Barbara?

You'll be able to hear your baby's heart beating.

Okay. I'm just going to give you a little needle.

No needles. I hate needles.

Barbara, if you don't have the medication, the baby will come now.

I want it to come now.

It's too soon.

The baby needs to be 34 weeks before it can survive without you.

I don't want to have it anymore!

(cries)

(sighs)

You okay, Mr Woods?

Yep. I'm right.

Taking some medication?

Just an iron tablet.

In all the rush this morning, I forgot to take it.

What, you feeling a bit rundown?

Just feeling my age at the moment.

She's having a hard time of it.

Having a silly old fool of a grandfather's not helping much.

(laughs) See, I'm going dotty. Haven't even shaved.

You've got some nice black circles under there you're cultivating too.

Barbara's always up, wandering around in the middle of the night.

Says she can't get comfortable.

Can't sleep on her stomach.

Well, you know, you can't neglect your own health

just because you're looking after Barbara.

Why don't you come in here. Put your feet up for a while.

Thanks.

Hey, how's your sister today?

Well, like Mum she's a fighter.

But...she'll be transferred to the Palliative Care unit soon.

They've got excellent Palliative Care here.

They'll look after her. Yeah. Absolutely.

There's no way we're getting a needle anywhere near her.

Let's try nifedipine orally. That might be a better option.

That's if she agrees to accept any treatment.

Jess, if Barbara's asking after her grandfather,

he's just having a lie-down in the Quiet Room.

What was all that about?

Barbara now does not want to continue her pregnancy.

I think that's just a knee-jerk reaction

to the pain of the contractions.

Hmm. Maybe.

I'm still not convinced that she understands

the consequences of her decision.

And maybe she never did.

No. She knew what it was to be pregnant.

She knew exactly what was ahead of her.

Something's happened to make her change her mind about this baby.

Like what? I have no idea.

(sighs)

This is Tom Hudson, 19.

He's got an itchy rash and mild swelling on his arms and legs.

He also has shortness of breath and a bit of nasal congestion.

When did the rash appear? After I got home from work.

And where do you work?

At the fish markets. It's my first week.

Be your last.

I'm not going to die, am I?

Uh, no, I think you're having an allergic reaction to seafood.

Where do you want him? Take him to the Waiting Room, thanks.

Coming through.

What have we got? Michael Thorn, MVA. Car versus pole.

Straight to Resus.

Speeding? Didn't look that way.

Only minor deformation at the front of the vehicle.

Great. We get the rash, they get the crash.

You need to lighten up, mate.

Hey. Two weasels are drinking at a bar, one starts to insult the other.

He says, "I slept with your mother."

And the other one says, "Go home, Dad. You're drunk."

(laughs heartily)

(continues laughing)

A turtle's walking down a lane when he gets mugged by a gang of snails.

Police turn up and ask him what happened,

and he looks at 'em and he says, "Well, it all happened so fast."

(laughs) Snails...

Will you shut up for just a second?

Hey. I'm trying to establish some kind of rapport here.

What's your problem?

You, Murray. You're my problem.

I'm sick of your stupid jokes, and stinking out the ambulance.

Well, I'm sick of your stinking attitude, you moody little turd.

It's fitting having an old fart for a partner.

It didn't work out with your last one either.

You shut up about Cate.

Don't want to go there, eh?

You got issues, mate.

So whatever's rubbed you up the wrong way, stop taking it out on me.

Try not to scratch. Easy for you to say.

WOMAN: Excuse me. My husband's been involved in an accident.

They brought him here. What's his name?

Michael Thorn.

Okay, you just wait here.

Michael. Open your eyes.

Open your eyes, mate.

Left pupil is blown.

Right is size three and reactive.

GCS is nine.

I'm going to have to organise an urgent head CT angiogram.

Can you get on to X-ray and find a portable chest?

Keep an eye on the blood pressure. I'll organise a neuro consult.

Mm-hm.

Looks like we had a cerebral event prior to the accident.

You think he passed out before hitting the pole?

He's a bit young to have a stroke. He's 40, according to that.

Okay, well, his wife's, um, in the waiting room.

Your baby's heart rate's strong.

It kicks me.

That's a good sign.

Could be having a ballet dancer or a footy player, Barbara.

I don't care.

She hasn't attended any antenatal care appointments.

She missed her 11-week ultrasound as well.

Why are you whispering?

According to these notes, Barbara, you haven't had any check-ups.

Is that right?

Do you want to tell me why?

You're not in trouble, Barbara.

We're here to help you. You can tell us anything.

I was scared.

Of what?

Finding out the baby was like me.

Grandpa says it's how they tell.

And would that be so bad?

Yes. Grandpa said one's hard enough.

Get onto the Nappy Ward.

Find out when they'll be ready to take Barbara Woods.

Out of sight, out of mind, Frank?

However, it is good to see you have so much compassion

for the developmentally challenged.

That's right, Von.

I'm an insensitive bastard. That's why my staff love me so much.

Oh, Mr Woods.

Now, Barbara hasn't had any prenatal check-ups.

Well, I offered to take her, but she refused to go.

She's scared the baby may have Down syndrome,

and if it does, you, well, she may have to leave home.

You need to talk to her.

(pants) I should've insisted she have regular check-ups,

and I'm so bloody ignorant... (gasps)

Are you okay? Mr Woods. Are you okay?

(gasps breathlessly)

Chest pain. Get a wheelchair.

FRANK: Give him an Anginine.

Need a large bore cannula.

Von, I want a mobile chest X-ray. Got it.

Mr Woods? Viv?

Can you describe the pain to us?

My chest feels tight.

And how long have you had the pain?

I had a twinge this morning.

And that tablet that you took. That wasn't an iron tablet, was it?

Under the tongue, Mr Woods.

When you're finished, Vincent, I want a Cardiac Consult here.

He's got ST segment elevation in lead two.

Barbara... Uh-uh. Don't you worry about her.

We'll look after her.

You concentrate on getting rid of this pain.

What's happening? 'Cause Barbara's aware that there's something wrong.

Yeah, acute angina. He's had it since this morning.

VINCENT: Von's just going to organise a Cardiac Consult...

How is he?

He's to be monitored in the Cardiac Ward, if there's a bed.

How am I going to explain that to Barbara?

Tell her the truth.

If it's bad, he can't look after her, and vice versa.

I know. I'll call Social Work. See if they can arrange something.

(sighs)

FRANK: Let alone a 74-year-old man with a dicky heart, you bloody ponce.

Dr Beaumont.

VINCENT: We're not in a bloody playground.

Really? Then how come we can't make decisions like adults?

There's no point blaming anyone. We need to deal with the situation now.

Look, she's not 24 weeks pregnant.

Okay. The baby is not viable, so we can't force her to accept treatment.

You just make sure she understands how important this decision is.

Then we'd better bloody well cross our fingers she makes the right one.

Why isn't he responding?

We're hoping that's what the head CT will show.

When will that be? I'll check with Radiology.

I can't understand how this could've happened.

Michael's such a careful driver.

Oh, no, he wasn't speeding.

How do you know that?

The ambos can tell from the scene.

Well, what could have caused the accident?

Uh...he may have been unconscious before he hit the pole.

What, do you mean he passed out?

I don't want to make assumptions until we get the results back,

but he may have had a stroke or a bleed into the brain.

And that's what's caused the accident.

He's always been so fit.

Have you guys been married long?

Happily for 15 years.

Dr Quade, what fluids do you want up after that bag?

Uh, another saline.

Do you guys have kids?

I was 45 when I married Mike.

I've got two from a previous marriage.

They'll be absolutely devastated.

They always said Mike saved me from myself.

Radiology's ready for Mr Thorn now.

Okay, do you want to have a rest and get a coffee?

Can't I stay with him? That's my job.

We'll let you know soon as we get the results, okay?

LIFT PINGS

VINCENT: Charlotte. Did you tell Barbara yet?

Um. Yes. She wants to know when she can see her grandfather.

We're waiting for the first troponin to come back,

then the Cardiology review.

Gel?

I've organised an ultrasound.

What, are you looking for soft signs?

Seeing that Barbara hasn't had an amnio or a CVS,

we need to see how the baby's developing.

And once she's seen it?

(scoffs) I'm not going to try and manipulate her, Vincent. Okay?

Alright, okay, keep your hair on.

Sorry. Um, lack of sleep.

Big night?

Bad night.

TERRI: Charlotte, the Sonographer's coming down in about 20 minutes.

What is it?

(pants)

(continues panting)

Jack?

Um, why were you asking Mrs Thorne all those questions?

Um, huge age difference, 15 years together.

And obviously they've worked out their differences.

Michael Thorne's back from Radiology.

Thank you.

(inhales deeply) It can work, Terri.

Just look at the scan, Jack.

Mrs Thorne, it's not very good news, I'm afraid.

Michael's had a subarachnoid haemorrhage.

That's a bleed into the brain.

In his case, it was caused by a ruptured berry aneurism,

a weakness in the arterial wall.

How can that happen, without any warning, without any signs?

Well, there are often no symptoms before it ruptures.

Nothing to even indicate that there's a problem.

What happens now?

He's going to require surgery to evacuate the bleed,

and then clip the aneurism.

As with all surgery, there will be risks.

He might die.

Well, Michael's age and physical condition

are certainly going to work in his favour.

He can survive?

Yeah. Yes, of course.

Most people recover...

..many, if not all, of their mental and physical functions.

However...sometimes neurological problems remain.

Jack, got a minute?

No! I have to.

If...If anyone's going to tell Terri, then it should be me.

She's my friend.

She dumped me, Charlotte.

Otherwise this wouldn't have happened, right?

I have to get this off my chest.

Should I go and find Addy and tell her, too?

We don't owe anyone an explanation.

Technically, no, Jack.

But I can't look her in the eye.

So what? We confess... about everything, and then what?

Is it okay?

Will you be able to face her then?

Ooh. Sorry. Charlotte, the Sonographer's here.

Great, thanks.

Charlotte. Don't say anything.

I can't promise you that, Jack.

Barbara, this is Katie. She's a sonographer.

She's going to put some of this gel on your tummy

and rub it in with this, so she can see inside, okay?

Will it hurt?

Not at all.

Oh. It's cold.

Barbara, there's your baby.

It's floating around in amniotic fluid.

There's the umbilical cord.

That's connected to the placenta, which is how it gets its food.

Does it correspond to 19 weeks gestation? Any soft signs?

What does that mean?

That means that on ultrasound, your baby is healthy.

Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?

Yes, we can.

But some mothers don't want to know the sex. They'd rather be surprised.

I want to know now.

Alright. It looks like a boy.

Oh.

Don't you want a boy?

I only picked out girls' names.

I'm sure there's a name book up in Maternity

that I can bring down for you.

Would you like a picture, Barbara?

Smile, little baby.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Just checking.

You were asleep when I dropped by earlier.

Do a lot of that. Have trouble keeping my eyes open.

Well, rest is very important to recovery.

Can I get you anything?

No. I'm going home today.

To my own bed - family, cat.

I can have a fag whenever I want one.

I'll feel human again.

Yes, well the care you would get here will keep you far more comfortable.

I've had enough of hospitals.

Anne, do you want to talk to a counsellor about this?

It's not what I want, Von.

They've made it quite clear I'm not going to recover.

So I'm going to die at home, where I belong.

We didn't mislead you earlier.

I was just hoping to change Anne's mind.

You really think that she'll be better

in palliative care than at home?

Yes.

It's a valid choice, though, Von.

Your mum stayed home, didn't she? I thought you would've agreed.

Who's going to nurse her, hmm?

Anne's asked you to look after her?

Well, she wants us to spend as much time together as possible.

And it could mean just that.

Who's going to help her?

Now her daughter, she works. She has no idea what's ahead of her.

She doesn't know how much care she'll need,

how exhausting and demoralising the whole thing is.

Are you afraid that they'll ask for your help, or you'll feel obliged?

Maybe I don't want anything to do with them, full stop.

Should've stuck with my original plan, you know,

stayed out of it.

It's still going to happen.

Without me.

She must wonder what she's done to deserve this.

SIREN WAILS

Mum's bleeding. She's on the floor.

Okay mate, what's your name? Toby.

Toby, show me where she is.

What happened, Toby? He came around and beat Mum up.

Who's 'he'? Shane.

What, and you found her like this?

I was in my room.

I heard him yelling at her and stuff breaking.

I hid under the bed until the screaming stopped.

I should have helped Mum.

You did help. You called us. That was the right thing to do.

What's your mum's name, son? Mandy.

Mandy. Mandy, can you hear me?

She has a pulse and she's still breathing.

You apply pressure to the bleeding. I'll get a line in.

Where's Dad, mate?

He pissed of.

That's Shane. Shut up!

Listen, mate, we need to get Mandy to hospital.

She's not going anywhere.

She needs medical attention.

Stuff her. No!

I said shut up!

Toby, come here.

Let us take Mandy and the boy, and we'll get out of here.

They stay. You go.

We're not leaving without her.

Well you're going to have to. Piss off!

Don't push it.

We can't just leave them. Come on.

Come on.

Car 978.

I said, piss off! Okay, alright.

Require urgent police back-up at last address.

Going.

Hostage situation.

Armed man holding a child inside the house.

(grunts in pain)

SIRENS BLARE

Mandy Richards.

24 years old, multiple lacerations from a machete attack.

She was unconscious at the scene, with a GCS of 6, now 12.

BP is 100/60, pulse is 112. Resps 28.

She's got multiple deep lacs to her abdo and forearms.

Who did this? Same one who did Scott.

Psych room.

Shut your face! Soon as he's cleaned, get him out.

Scott Zinenko. Dressing in situ over left flank lac.

Cannulated, IV Hartmanns, IV morphine in transit.

Bit of a hero, mate. Nearly a dead hero.

Not like you were doing anything.

I called the cops. Like the job description says.

FRANK: Alright, that's enough. Get him through to acute.

Screen him for everything - Hep A, B, C and HIV.

I'd like to be there when he explains

how he took on a junkie with a machete.

He'll be suspended.

He deserves to be kicked out.

You been working with him, Murray. What's going on?

(sighs) Think he's missing his old partner.

Did he say that? Didn't have to.

I don't know what went on with you two,

but whatever it was, Scott's still not over it.

Oh, Viv, back with us. How you feeling?

Rotten.

Got any pain?

Not at the moment. I'm bloody tired.

Look who's here.

And she has special news she wants to share with you.

Maybe later, hey?

No, it's alright. How are you, princess?

Can I show you a photo of my baby?

It's a boy. He's perfect.

Yes. A perfectly healthy boy.

Sweetheart, I'm so happy for you.

And you, congratulations, great-grandad.

(gasps) Jess.

JESS: It's okay, Barbara.

Tell me what's happening.

Terrible pressure in here, going round the back.

Give him an Anginine.

We'll need another 12 lead.

Viv, try to breathe through it.

Head back.

There we go.

I want 5mg morphine IV.

Start a TPA infusion, 100mg over 90 minutes.

There's a woman in the Waiting Room asking after Michael Thorne.

I told her to contact the family, but she won't leave.

Okay, I'll talk to her.

I'll take Mr Woods up to the Cath Lab.

Ta.

I thought it would cheer him up.

What did you expect him to do, jump out of bed and do a jig?

Barbara wanted to see him.

Poor bastard's lying there wondering how he'll survive,

you waltz in and rub his bloody nose in it.

Oh, Frank...first Vincent now me.

Come on, you're going to run out of people to blame soon.

I don't think so.

Not when I'm surrounded by such an incompetent nursing staff.

Oh, no.

You're insufferable. So I've been told.

This time you've excelled yourself. I'm a high achiever.

Maybe that's your problem.

You think the rest of the world's beneath you.

I've got better things to do than trade personal insults.

You're the one who made it personal. In there, in front of everyone.

I criticised your professionalism, which was justified.

No. It wasn't.

This is a hospital. I treat patients.

I don't dispense TLC to whinging staff.

Oh, your life's so bloody comfortable,

you don't have a clue, what other people have to go through.

What the hell would you know about my life?

I have my own family problems.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't need your pity.

Well, Frank, if your way of dealing with your problems

is to work an 80-hour week,

then take it out on everybody else, yeah, you do need my pity.

And you've got it.

I don't need to sit down. I want to see Michael.

You can't at the moment. He's having surgery.

What's wrong with him?

Just take a seat.

Listen, I can't actually discuss his medical condition with you.

Just tell me if he's going to be okay.

Why don't you speak to a member of his family?

His wife Fiona is here.

I don't know her.

That's a nasty bruise you've got there. Are you okay?

I'm fine. I'm just worried about Michael.

Okay.

Alright. So, you don't know Fiona,

but you're a friend of Michael's?

Yes.

Were you in the car this morning with him?

We were talking, and he fell asleep at the wheel.

It all happened so fast.

I rang for an ambulance. But I couldn't stay.

You weren't meant to be there. Is that right?

Okay.

Stay here. I'll get someone to look at your arm.

How is he? Please tell me.

I'll get someone to come and look at you.

Just stay here, okay? We'll talk later.

Jack. Um, listen, there's a girl in there, her name is Christine.

I want you to have a look at her.

I think she was in the MVA with Michael Thorne this morning.

Why is she presenting now?

She left the scene.

I think she's Michael's girlfriend.

You know, Fiona has no idea the kind of man she's married to.

Are we okay?

Last night's not going to change our relationship.

We can still be friends. We can still work together.

You're not going to tell Terri.

No. I can't.

Don't you think she deserves to know the truth?

Why do you want to tell her?

Is it going to make her feel better, or you?

I just want to fix it, Jack.

Yeah, so do I.

I love her.

(sighs)

And I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let it spoil any chance I have,

no matter how small, of getting back with Terri.

So, can we just forget...

..about it?

It never happened.

Okay?

Just finished my shift.

I thought I'd tag along.

I'll be right. Kerry's got everything ready.

Well, yeah, I'm sure.

But you'll need help with your medicine, and comfortable bed.

I'm the world's best bed maker.

Von, I couldn't possibly expect you to nurse me.

I'm the world's best nurse.

But I don't want you to.

Oh.

If I need a nurse, I'll hire one.

Right-o. Then, you won't be needing me then.

Of course I will.

You can do something for me that no-one else can.

You can be my sister.

And that's something I've wanted my whole life.

You know, the Cardiologist

managed to clear the blockage in Mr Wood's coronary artery.

That's great. Barbara will be happy. I'll catch up with you later.

I'll call you later, let you know if there's any change.

Alright, darling, I'll talk to you then.

Mrs Thorne, hi. I just wondered if you had any news?

Surgery was successful,

and Michael might have some weakness on his right side,

a lot of rehab,

but they say there's plenty of hope for improvement.

Given what he's been through, that's a very good outcome.

Seems unfair to me.

My first husband was a bastard.

Why couldn't it have happened to him?

You know, when I told him I was going to marry someone 20 years my junior,

he laughed.

Seemed it was acceptable for him to run around shagging 25-year-olds,

but it wasn't for me to fall in love.

I think Mike's very lucky to have you.

Well, it works both ways.

It's that total belief that you belong with this person and no other.

Have you ever felt that?

Yes, I have.

See ya. Okay.

Von's applied for five week's leave.

She wants to spend it with her sister.

Good. She's no use around here if she can't keep her mind on the job.

'Spose you're proud of the way

you can switch off and put your life into neat compartments?

If that's what it takes to run the joint.

Everyone would understand the pressure you're under at home, Frank.

I don't want them to know about my private life.

So please, be discreet.

This is about you feeling vulnerable.

If you admitted that, everyone would feel much better.

Oh, Frank.

I'm not trying to embarrass you.

You caught me off guard last night. I didn't handle it well.

I'm sorry if I frightened you.

It's just that I came home to a peaceful house,

with almost edible food,

and Kathleen asleep.

And that hasn't happened for a long, long time.

And if you'd asked me to marry you at that moment,

I may have even considered it.

I'll take that as a compliment.

I've been having trouble getting her to go to sleep lately.

How did you do it?

Music box by her bed.

She likes music.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hmm.

Hey.

I told them I didn't want any work visitors.

I didn't think that included me.

Oh.

What, you think you're special, do you?

Maybe we should talk another time. I'll come back later.

I'm sorry. What do you want to talk about?

What's going on with you?

Why I took that guy on today? 'Cause it was the right thing to do.

Old Murray was going to leave the kid in there with a lunatic.

I saved two lives today.

Apparently that doesn't count for anything.

Who's in the hospital bed?

I knew you'd be on Murray's side.

If you bothered to get to know Murray at all,

you'd realise he's got two citations for bravery.

He's entitled to his retirement.

The fact is, you broke protocol.

If you don't stop acting like a jerk, no-one will wanna work with you.

Does that include you? Yes, it does.

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