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TERRI: Okay, I'll get onto that bed manager

and see what they can do about these admissions.

Hi, guys. Hey, how are you?

Much better. What are you doing here?

You should be at home... Did you make that?

Morning tea and my post-op check-up.

Mmm, that looks good.

A thankyou for last week. Dan!

What? You're a pig!

How's that? It's nice.

Vincent, hi. How are you?

Terri, can you call Theatre, please?

Mrs Sanderson's INR is 2.1. We need to delay theatre till tomorrow.

I just wanted to say thank you. If you hadn't come to my house...

It was nothing.

You're a hero. Lap it up.

He's the shy type.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Jess, are you okay?

I've gotta go.

Alright. What's going on?

This is a moment where you need to mind your own business.

Are you okay?

Just passing by, saw the light on.

I'm fine. Let's get her on the bed.

What have we got? Gunshot wound. Right thigh.

Clear entrance and exit wounds, no obvious fracture.

Possible head injury but GTS was and remains 15.

CATE: Hello, ambulance service. Is anyone home?

Hello?

Reckon it's a hoax call?

Well, I can't see anyone. Let's try the back.

So I'm just about back to sleep when I hear,

"Hey, Mac, are you awake?"

She's got another bright idea.

Why don't we have a flower girl and a pageboy?

Cute kids always go down well at a wedding.

You reckon?

I'd like to see the state of the suits when I try to return them.

Ooh, hello.

You reckon that's blood?

DOOR CREAKS OPEN, FOREBODING MUSIC

Hello, ambulance service.

We're coming in, okay?

Hello? Is anyone here?

What a dump.

Hi...

(gags breathlessly)

THEME MUSIC

MAC: Can't find any injuries, mate.

His eyes are all glazed over.

What happened?

Where did all this blood come from?

Mac.

Alright. What have you taken?

What are you doing here? I don't think you should be here.

We're just here to help you. Can you tell us your name?

I don't think you should be here. You should go.

And we will, once we find out what you've done to yourself.

It's a mess.

What is?

Everything.

VINCENT: There's minimal blood loss.

The bullet passed through the muscle in your thigh,

but it hasn't touched the femur, so that's good.

I'm putting another needle in your arm to take some bloods.

I don't care. Just make my leg stop hurting.

Got that morphine organised, Dan? It's already drawn up.

I'm just going to shine this torch into your eyes, okay?

Had any dizziness or headaches? No.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Two, I think. But maths was never really my strong point.

You said you lost consciousness.

I don't remember. I think so. BP's fine. 103 over 54.

Shall I do a head scan?

You bet. And a chest X-ray, and one for the leg.

(groans in pain)

It's alright, April. That pain relief will kick in any second, alright?

I loved him...

Why would he hurt me?

Who shot you?

My boyfriend.

He started freaking out and yelling -

I didn't understand what he was talking about -

and the next thing I know he's got a gun in his hand.

It's alright. It's okay.

You need to relax. Lie back for me.

Dan, can you keep her on neuro obs

and let me know if her pain doesn't ease.

Reg, can you let Vincent know that the police are here

waiting to interview April Sutton?

Yeah, sure. Oh, Von, welcome back.

Hey, I was wondering if you were gonna come in.

Well, here I am.

Sorry about your sister. Yep.

Where do you want me?

Nelson's been prattling on about updating packages.

Don't worry, that can wait.

Right. I'll just dump my things. Hang on.

Why didn't you... why didn't you return my call?

Didn't want to talk about work. I wasn't calling you about work.

Where do you want me?

In Triage? Jessica's sick, I believe.

Yeah. No, that would be good. Okay.

Just taking April up for her CT. Yeah, okay.

Look, you don't get it, do you? You can't be here, okay?

Alright.

I'll get the paperwork to say you refused treatment and we'll go.

You think I'm an idiot? I'm gonna sign something?

Let's just get out of here. He's obviously off his face.

Where did all the blood come from, then?

I don't know. Someone else.

What are you talking about?

Nothing. Just saying we should go.

Yeah, good, good. Go. Get out.

I'm going to go to the toilet. What? No! Just leave!

Where are you going? She's just off to the loo.

You know what women are like.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

"I love you, Phil. I wouldn't do anything to hurt ya."

Bitches! They're all bitches!

Having trouble with your girlfriend, are you, mate?

Not anymore.

VINCENT: Have you told the police what happened?

Yeah.

I didn't want to, but...

I know.

Scan and X-rays are back.

How bad is it?

I think you've been extremely lucky, April.

Looks like the bullet's passed right through your leg,

and there doesn't seem to be any abnormality on your head CT.

But we'll keep you here a bit longer.

We need to clean that wound thoroughly in theatre.

An operation?

It's just to take out any debris. It prevents infection.

You can move her to sub-acute now, Dan.

You've been promoted.

You know, you really did the right thing - telling the police.

Did I?

It's not him, it's the drugs.

He never would have hurt me if he wasn't off his face.

Your boyfriend has a drug problem?

But he doesn't think it's a problem. He thinks he can handle it.

Well, most of them do.

It's partly my fault, I guess.

We used to take a lot of drugs together,

just party stuff, you know, nothing serious.

Then Phil started taking more and more.

Got all crazy.

What drugs are we talking about?

Crystal meth.

He takes it all the time and it makes him insane.

Jesus.

978 to base, we have a gunshot victim on the premises,

requesting police backup.

Mac, I need you in here! Bring the gear!

RADIO: Dispatching police backup to your location now.

Come on, mate. Wake up. Can you hear me?

Got a gunshot to the abdo.

What are you doing?

What happened here, Phil?

Leave him alone.

We can't. He's lost lots of blood.

I mean it. Leave him alone!

No exit wound. The bullet's still in there.

Get a cannula in.

Mate, can you hear me? Come on, wake up for me.

Get away from him.

Phil, I said we can't do that...

I mean it.

He deserves to die.

Here and here. You see?

The rash, it itches and burns and...

Well, I can't see a rash.

It's from the sprays for his fruit trees.

Whose fruit trees?

The man next door.

He's very rude and he called me...

He was rude.

Right. Are you suffering any fatigue, vomiting, diarrhoea?

It's possible, yeah.

Is that a yes or a no?

You're not a doctor! I want a doctor to see me.

Alright. Take your shirt off. Put this on.

And it could be a bit of a wait.

It's better to wait than die.

I have the right to be seen by a doctor. I pay my taxes!

Sam, is your neighbour giving you grief again?

He is very...

Rude. Yes, I know. You told me before.

Von, Donna Kesby, query fractured ankle.

Is she back from radiology yet? Hasn't been to radiology yet.

That's her in front. Why hasn't she been X-rayed?

Because I haven't completed the nurse-initiated X-ray package.

It's a form, Von.

Yes, which I'm not currently qualified to sign.

I have asked repeatedly for a doctor's signature.

Give it here.

Is that it?

No "Stick it up your jumper, Frank?"

Not today, no.

Thank you. Work to do.

You had to go sticking your noses in, didn't you.

You had to go adventuring.

It's our job, Phil.

We get paid to help people... Good for you!

How long till he carks it?

Well, if we don't treat him, soon. He's losing a lot of blood.

Yeah? Good.

Now, you're not thinking straight, mate. If that happens, it's murder.

He screwed me over.

Alright. Well, that's good.

Then you didn't plan it that way,

things just got out of control, right?

What are you looking at?

Stop looking at me!

Phil!

What are you doing here?

Phil, look, just put the gun down, okay?

It's alright.

Come on, put the gun down.

We know that you didn't mean this.

He's still got a chance if you put the gun down now.

That means you do too, Phil.

I didn't want to hurt him. I know.

Of course you didn't.

Phil?

Put the gun down, mate.

That's it.

Come on, Phil.

Car 978, confirming police backup en route.

Oh! You are so naughty! No, no, no.

Phil, we didn't know. We didn't know the situation.

Take the radios off.

Put them on the ground.

Car 978, please respond.

Get up! Car 978.

I repeat, car 978, are you clear? Get up.

Alright, alright, alright.

Down the hallway. Move!

Car 978 from Operations, calling 978.

Keep going. Police backup en route.

GUN COCKS Take it easy, mate. Please.

When I was bad when I was young,

my mum, she would wash my mouth out with soap.

And if either of you even try to escape,

you will not have mouths left to wash out.

You alright?

Yeah. I'm fine.

It's okay now.

It's okay now.

She bakes a mean cake. Maybe you should try some.

Are you worried about getting involved with a work colleague?

You can talk.

You know, you could do worse.

Is this your new hobby, is it Charlotte? Matchmaking.

Well, I tried knitting, but it didn't work out.

Well, forget it.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Come on, Vinny. I know you've been through a hard time.

I'm just not interested in Jessica, okay?

Is that so hard to understand?

I don't care about Jessica. I care about you.

You're shutting down. It's not healthy.

Vincent, you know you can talk to me about anything?

Okay. Well, maybe that's a habit we should break.

What does that mean?

You've got a lot on your plate at the moment

and I think that it'd just be better if, maybe...I don't know,

we let each other live our own lives for once.

Okay, hang on...

Don't ask.

(murmurs) As if I would.

TERRI: I've known Von a long time and something's not right.

How's she been at home?

I don't know. As you'd expect. She's still grieving.

It's more than that. She's angry about something.

It's part of the process, Terri. You know what it's like.

Can you tell me what's going on with our Triage nurse today?

Why?

Well, call me old fashioned, but for starters,

I would actually like to see Von IN Triage.

And she isn't? No. No-one is.

Do you think he's still out there?

Who knows. I'd have legged it if I was him.

Or he could be out there watching that bloke bleed to death.

Good point.

Do you hear that? What?

Listen.

Police!

Yeah, we're in here.

We're locked in! Stand back!

Get back.

Hey! We're ambos.

You okay?

Yes. We'd be better if you put that thing down.

We've seen enough of them for one day.

Is he still here? The injured guy, yeah.

What about Phil?

No-one else. Must've done a runner.

Suits me.

Medium build, blonde hair, blue eyes.

Excuse me.

BP's 95 over 60, I've reinforced the dressing.

The blood on the steps outside - you know anything about that?

That was there when we got here. Can we do this later, please?

And where are you taking Jason Saunders?

All Saints.

There's a full drug lab set up in the shed out the back.

It's not Von's fault. She was due a break and I got caught up.

SAM: Hey, bubble boy!

In a minute.

I need to see a doctor!

Sam, I'm busy. You can see that, can't you?

Okay. I die. It's on your hands.

I'll risk it.

Why didn't you get Nelson or I to cover for you?

Von, I'm sorry.

About what?

I was late taking over your break.

Oh, let me guess. Frank blew an aneurism.

Thanks, Dan.

Von...

I was due my break at 10:00. That's when I took it.

Why didn't you wait a few minutes until Dan arrived?

I told him I was going, we did the handover, you know,

as per protocol.

What's going on?

Alright. Alright. You want me to smooth it over with cranky Franky.

No. I want you to talk to me.

Listen, why don't you come over tonight?

I'll cook... Sorry, busy.

Terri, MVA on approach.

Thanks!

Virtually severed limb here.

Femoral artery has definitely been compromised.

Tourniquet's been on since 10:34 - that's 11 minutes so far.

Tourniquet's tight. Nil retrograde blood flow.

Deep gash above knee, needs theatre now!

I'll ring theatre.

One, two, three.

Want bloods?

Four units of O neg This is ED.

You'll have a severed femoral artery with tourniquet in situ

requiring urgent surgery.

Okay, thanks for that. Theatre's ready!

Let's move in. Dan, where are those bloods?

Excuse me. Hi, April.

I'm Regina, the ward clerk.

I need to know your next of kin for your admission.

I'm not sure.

Parents, brothers, sisters?

Um, my parents are dead... and I'm an only child.

Oh, okay.

Let me know if there are any ventricular ectopics?

Sure.

Tourniquet?

It's been on for 13 minutes. Partly severed leg. Got the femoral.

How are you feeling? A bit better, I guess.

Any dizziness or headaches?

So far so good.

Well, that's the good news.

And the bad news?

The bad news is I've got a patient who requires immediate surgery,

so unfortunately you've been bumped down the list.

Doesn't matter. I've got nowhere else to go.

The police haven't been back yet,

so I'm guessing that means they haven't found him yet, right?

I don't know.

I know he screwed up and everything.

I just don't want anything bad to happen to him.

He shot you, April.

He's not...

..he's not himself.

That's all.

If you knew him like I knew him,

you'd know that...

And he really loved me.

It's alright. It's alright.

I'll get Dan to get you some more analgesia, okay?

Do you know what it's like...

..to lose someone?

To watch them change into someone you don't even recognise?

How do you ever trust someone else after that?

Suspect armed and dangerous,

probably under the influence of amphetamines, hang on.

I'll see you at the hospital. My portable radio's cactus.

ETA's about five minutes.

Okay.

Operations said they'll notify All Saints that we're incoming.

It's okay, we're on our way.

GUN COCKS

Get in. (gasps)

You run and your friend back there dies.

Hey, hey, hey, focus here.

Get in.

Bells and whistles, now.

I'm smarter than that.

No panic button for you.

Bells and whistles now.

SIRENS WAIL

Good. Drive.

SIRENS CONTINUE

SIRENS WAIL

Her sister just died, Frank, and both Nelson and I think

she's having a rough time dealing with it.

Whatever. I just want the mothership to beam down the real Von now.

I'm Detective Sergeant De Santo and this is Detective O'Neil.

We're here to interview April Sutton. She's a patient here?

April's already given a statement today.

The gunshot victim the ambos just pulled in, when can we talk to him?

There's another one?

You sure they brought it here?

They said All Saints Hospital.

Nelson, have we got another trauma coming in?

Trauma call came in over 10 minutes ago

but the ambulance has been a no-show.

Operations has lost all contact.

TYRES SCREECH/SIREN WAILS

Turn the sirens off.

Why do I have to say everything twice to you?

Turn the you sirens off! Alright.

How you doing back there?

Now he's vomiting up blood.

Come on, mate, just try to keep still for me, will ya?

He's got really bad internal injuries.

He'll die if he doesn't get to a hospital soon.

Good.

Piece of crap.

We had a sweet thing going there but he had to screw my girl.

He fingered me to the cops.

I saw them over the road from my house doing a stake-out,

Starsky and Hutch routine.

Really subtle.

They think they can fool me, but I know exactly what's going on.

I've got perfect clarity.

Perfect.

The leg, you say that happened at the flat, right?

At this crime scene we found the blood of a second victim,

and seeing as how you're the only other gunshot reported today...

Well, you can understand our curiosity.

So tell me again, Ms Sutton,

where were you when your boyfriend shot you?

I feel dizzy.

Do you know Jason Saunders?

It really hurts. I bet.

Okay, that's it, guys. You'll have to continue this later.

Okay, fine.

But the sooner you help us, the sooner you'll start helping yourself.

Here's my card.

Doctor, remember that impeding a police investigation

can buy you some serious trouble too.

I've seen the effects of crystal meth, Detective.

Don't think you've cornered the market on wanting it stopped.

I pay my taxes.

So do I, Sam. It's a cruel, cruel world.

Sit down. We'll see you as soon as we can.

Von, consider this a quick quiz.

How does a five become a four?

Can I call a friend?

You don't have any friends.

Mr Rutkowski, who has been complaining of a rash,

has been Triaged at a higher priority

than Ms Stevenson, who has an earache.

Care to explain that?

I'd call that a mistake.

Congratulations. You got it in one.

And?

And you've made your point, Frank.

Busy, busy.

Sorry about your sister.

Feeling any better?

A little. Headache's gone.

Good.

Obs are good. You want a follow-up CT?

Can you just give us a few minutes, Dan?

Sure.

So what was that all about?

What do you mean?

The sudden onset of those symptoms I told you about earlier.

I really want to help you, April, but you've gotta be straight with me.

I was at that house.

The one detective was talking about.

Why didn't you say?

I don't know.

I was scared, I guess.

It's complicated.

Look, April...

Phil's in enough trouble without the cops finding out

he's selling the stuff too.

Phil's a dealer?

I don't know that at first.

And it doesn't matter now anyway.

Because Phil's out of control.

He's using more than he sells.

Jason said that he was going to get himself into some serious trouble

because of it.

Listen, I think this is something you should be telling the police, not me.

I'm scared that they won't believe me.

I tried to talk to Phil about it and he just flipped out, you know?

He started accusing me of being with Jason.

He made me go with him to that house.

(voice breaks) And the next thing I know,

he's got a gun in his hand

and Jason's lying on the floor bleeding.

I tried to call the ambulance and that's when Phil shot me.

That's why I can't tell the police.

I lied to them this morning, and...

But they will understand that you were scared.

I don't know. I can't.

Listen, you just...you tell them exactly what you told me.

If I do, will you stay with me, you know, just while they're here?

Of course.

Okay.

You have to pull over. I can't get the tube in.

How many ways can I say I don't care?

Please let me pull over.

Just shut up and drive!

Look, he's trouble in here, alright?

I cannot do this on my own.

Get back!

Get away from him! No.

Let me help him.

I'm sick of you two going on about poor Jason!

He's the reason we are in this whole mess.

He turned April against me and he told the police that I was dealing.

Let us get him to the hospital and we'll sort it out there.

GUNSHOT

(gasps)

There. Sorted.

Teach you to put the cops onto me.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth before.

I understand. You've been through quite an ordeal.

This information will help

but we'll need a formal statement later.

God, I hate this shit.

He's shooting people because he thinks we're onto him.

We've never heard of him before today.

You haven't been watching him?

Nup. Paranoia.

His brain's probably cooked from the crystal meth.

Dan.

What's going on with Vincent's patient over there?

I don't know.

He's hardly said anything to me all day.

Vincent's got it under control, though.

He has a way with the ladies.

You sure? Yeah.

I just spoke to Johnno from ambo operations

and he's really worried about it.

TERRI: Oh, there you are. There you go.

What's going on?

April Sutton's drug-crazed boyfriend has Kate and Mac hostage.

Stop, stop, stop, go left. Here.

Alright, now get out.

Why?

Get out and stay where I can see you.

Go!

Get out!

Not without her.

Mac, do what he says.

Please, we've done everything that you asked.

Just let us go.

Yeah, right, let you go so you can run to the cops.

Hurry up!

Alright, just let her go then.

What is it with you two?

You're looking a bit stressed there, mate.

You think I'm gonna take your girlfriend out?

Whoo hoo hoo hoo!

Whoops, sorry.

(cocks gun)

Don't make me say it again!

You stay where I can see you.

Just don't hurt her, okay?

Get out.

Now turn around.

Please don't do this.

Please don't.

MAC!

TYRES SQUEAL

(grunts)

MAC!

(cries in distress)

How did that other man go, the one with the badly cut leg?

He's in recovery. So far so good.

Now, can I grab your jewellery?

Just this.

I'll put it in the safe.

Chuck it out, for all I care. Phil gave it to me.

Is there anyone else we can contact?

No.

Parents?

They're interstate. I don't want to worry them.

Okay.

From what the cops said,

Phil's really flipped out, hasn't he?

Don't worry about it, April.

I just want to get out of here, you know?

And disappear.

CATE: Please let me check him.

PHIL: He's dead. Get over it.

(cries) Please, Phil.

It's okay.

Please, Phil. Shh.

Listen... Shh.

I can just walk out of here and pretend that you've never seen me.

Just shut up, okay, just shut up.

I just need to get my head clear and it'll be fine.

(screams) That bitch!

April stole my stash and my money.

Where are you going?

(cocks gun)

I'm not going anywhere.

(screams in rage)

Why are you all like this?

You're all nice and lovely

and all the time you're scheming and you're lying.

I should have seen this coming, I really should have,

but I love you.

(cries) Do you understand?

I love you.

I protected you, didn't I? Look at me. Please, look at me.

I loved you!

(screams) Get off me!

(cries) I love you, I love you so much.

(cries) Please don't do this.

I love you.

I'm not...I'm not her.

I'm not her.

No, you're not. (cocks gun)

(screams) No!

(sobs) Oh, Mac.

(sobs) Are you alright?

(cries)

I wonder, has the ambulance service contacted Mac's fiancee.

What's her name again?

Gill. Should I should ring and see? I'm sure they're on top of it.

If it was me, I'd wanna know.

Yeah.

April is all ready for theatre.

They'll call for her soon.

Poor thing.

I cannot imagine what she's going through.

And to have lost her parents...

Lost them? Yeah.

I offered to contact her family. She said they were interstate.

Oh, that's weird. I'm sure she told me they were dead.

She doesn't want to bother them.

Or perhaps the girl is simply a liar.

Sorry.

Stranger things have happened in this place.

Let's go. How bad is the head injury?

It's hard to say.

We'll be needing a formal statement later.

Is your partner gonna be alright? Yes.

Sir?

Mac, can you hear me? It's Cate.

Okay, this is Phillip Gascoyne. Head trauma.

Pulse 166 irregular, BP 194/112, GCS 7, intubated at scene.

On three - one, two, three.

Need FBC, UECs and gases. Yep.

He's biting the tube. Give me a Guedels and we'll sedate him.

You've got another one en route.

This our junkie friend? One and only.

The bastard just reversed the ambulance straight over us.

Did he lose consciousness?

I don't know. I think so. It all happened so fast.

Dan, will you check out Cate?

No, I'm staying here.

Do you want more morphine?

Mmm, 2.5 IV.

Has anyone called the fiancee?

No, that can wait.

You, out now.

Come on, Cate.

CHARLOTTE: Start that at five mikes per kilo.

Alright, he's going to need a cardiac echo.

Can we get the portable?

Before or after the head CT? Toss a coin.

His entire body's falling apart.

Doesn't look like I'll get to talk to him.

Enlarged liver, heart failure, plus the head injury.

I wouldn't hold your breath.

A result of the crystal meth abuse? Yeah, multiple organ failure.

I reckon he's been on it a long time. He's a mess.

Excuse me, Nelson.

Theatres are ready for April. Who should I tell?

I'll handle it, Reg.

April. Phil's girlfriend? She's here?

Phil shot her in the leg this morning.

Claimed she was having an affair.

Yeah, and she ripped him off,

took his money, stash, completely cleaned him out.

It makes sense.

Meaning?

Meaning that it's unlikely

anyone using that much meth would be in any shape

to deal on the scale this operation was running at.

But I thought April said...

Yeah, I know what she said.

Smart girl.

You reckon she's controlling the whole thing?

I'd put money on it.

So what do we do now?

Nothing.

Unless she talks, we'll probably never prove it.

Are you nearly ready? Vincent.

Sorry.

Hi.

You really took me for a ride, didn't you?

I'm tired.

I need to rest.

MAC: Will I need surgery or not?

JACK: Well, that depends.

We'll have to wait until after the renal angiogram.

Let's take it one... One step at a time. I know.

Doctor speak - it never changes, does it?

A bit like their handwriting.

Is he giving you grief? Yes, he is, actually.

Know a way to stop him?

I wish.

I'll catch up with you after radiology.

Righto.

How come you get off with a bandaid and I get the full treatment?

Because my partner thinks he's Rambo

and your partner just settled for peeing her pants.

I couldn't let anything happen to you, could I?

Too much paperwork.

Thank you.

Nigel.

Honey, thank God you're okay.

I'm fine. It's just a little bump, that's all.

They said you got hit by a car.

An ambulance, actually.

I'll see you later. I need coffee badly.

Oh, sorry.

Cate, this is Gill. Gill, this is Cate, my partner.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Nigel has told me all about you.

All lies, probably.

I'll see you later.

I'm fine, I promise.

It's late.

I go home.

You haven't seen a doctor yet.

The rash has gone, no more itching.

Okay. Try changing your washing powder.

You could be allergic to what you're using.

It's not washing powder. It's that man and his fruit trees.

Why don't women ever listen?

Nearly knock-off time.

Yep, that's what the clock says.

Hmm. Got plans?

If you're going to ask me out, Frank,

I am sorry, you're not my type.

Damn.

It comes a bit of a shock, doesn't it?

When you realise that your life is your work

and your work is your life.

Not into psychobabble today, Frank.

So you're happy with your lot, are you?

Happy to just be good at what you do. Don't need anything else?

Good for you, Von.

He's gone for his angiogram.

Yeah.

He'll be alright.

Yeah.

I suppose he's been complaining

about me driving him nuts over the wedding.

No, not really.

Nice of you to say, but I can read him like a book.

He said we should just forget the whole thing and elope.

He loved me so much he didn't want to wait for the right flowers

or the embossed invitations.

I don't deserve him.

There you are. What took you so long?

The renal angiogram came back with adequate blood flow to both kidneys,

so no surgery, but he needs to stay off his feet for a few days.

I'll make sure he stays in bed.

(groans) Bruises, Gill, bruises.

Sorry.

Cate, where are you going?

Paperwork. Lots and lots of paperwork.

It was nice meeting you.

Yeah, you too.

You don't mind if I sit here?

Go for it.

Let me guess - bad day at the office, right?

I'm sorry?

That look on your face.

Either work is hell or you're between disappointments.

Um, listen, if you're trying to pick me up,

I should let you know that that's probably a very bad idea.

You are trying to pick me up, aren't you?

Well, yes...

And it's bad idea because you're married,

a psychopath and an accountant, right?

None of the above.

Well, then, can I be honest with you?

I'm between disappointments and every now and again,

I see someone who I think might be able to make me forget that fact

for an hour or two.

While the thought of it all is very appealing,

I'm just not that good at the game, you know?

So I'd much rather just be up-front about it

and if you're not interested, then we both know where we stand.

And I'm getting the distinct impression you're not interested.

What are you drinking?

Gin, vodka, scotch.

I have a very well-stocked mini bar in my hotel room.

Your place it is, then.