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Doesn't that make you carsick?
No.

When Mum first got the caravan,
she used to drive everywhere.

I used to get so carsick.

What is it, anyway?

Insurance.

Oh yeah, what for?

Uh... household.

What have you got
that's worth insuring?

Shut up!

DULL THUD

TYRES SCREECH

Hey. Matey.

Come on, wake up for me. Matey.

THEME MUSIC

You gonna get him to a hospital?

We have to work on him.
Could you stand away?

I saw it happen.
I live across the road.

He just walked out.
It wasn't your fault.

I know, so...

He's been staggering around out here
like a zombie for hours.

Drugs, probably.

I'm sure the police
have got it under control.

I'll hang around.
Okay.

You okay?
I didn't see him.

He just... I couldn't do anything.

I need you to keep it together.
Yep.

Just watch his airway.

If he doesn't come to,
he'll have to be tubed.

NELSON: Conference is
absolutely sold out.

Every specialist in the hospital
wants to be seen there.

Must be costing them a fortune.

Biggest international conference
they've ever hosted here

and what do the nurses get?

A skill session on cardiac
arrhythmia as an afterthought.

So who's going from here?
So far, nobody.

Don't look at me - double shift
today, day off tomorrow.

I won't it up for anybody.

Don't think Frank will care. You know
what he thinks about hospital admin.

Hey, Terri, has Grace Connelly
called in? She's late again.

Vincent, she's probably
held up in traffic.

She's an intern, she can't afford
to get caught in traffic.

Alright, stop looking.

Good weekend?
Not really, no.

I'd prefer it if we just stuck to
professional topics from now on.

As opposed to unprofessional topics?

Are you going to report me?

I don't know, haven't decided.

I was hoping you'd come to
your senses, save me the trouble.

Alright, look - everything I told you
last week was bullshit, okay?

My father's not a doctor,
he's a mechanic.

I spent all weekend
fixing a dirty carburettor.

So can we just move on?

Up to you.

Okay, let's just pretend
that I have temporary amnesia

but it's on the condition

that you don't go fixing
any more dirty carburettors

until you get
a mechanics licence, okay?

Understood?
Yeah.

TERRI: Vincent, we've got
a casualty coming in.

Ambulance hit a pedestrian.

Ambulance?

Do you know where you are, mate?

That's the way.
Good boy. Stay with us.

(moans) Ow...

You've been involved in an accident.
You're in a hospital, okay?

You want to start by telling me
when's your birthday?

Um... March.

March what?

Can you tell me your name?

Um...

What's your name?

Um... I know it...

It's okay. How many fingers?

Four.
Good boy - four.

What year are we in
at the moment?

Um...

Two... two...

It's, um...

That's alright, mate, no worries.

Can you just tell us where it hurts?

Yep, your arm. Anywhere else?

A bit of a headache?

Yeah, here.

Vincent, the ambo said he was
staggering before he was hit.

Vincent, I've got missing persons'
report from last night.

I think it fits his description -

11 years old, red flannel shirt.

Callum - is that your name?
Callum Chifley?

Yes. Callum Chifley.

Well done. Want to pass on the news?
Yeah, my pleasure.

Now Callum, I need you to be
really honest with me, okay?

Have you taken any tablets
or anything like that?

Anything from home?

No... Where's my mum?

We're getting in touch with her now.
She'll be here soon.

Jessica, he seems to have
some expressive dysphasia

and there was some possible
ataxia at the scene.

I'd like to do a drug screen,
full bloods.

Let's get an X-ray on that forearm
and to clear the neck.

And before anything
just do an urgent head MRI.

Meanwhile, let's see what else
we can remember, okay?

How is he?

Ah conscious, still a bit incoherent.

Probable fractured ulna
and Vincent's ordered a head MRI.

Great.

Yeah, well he'll live but um...

do you have to go around
drumming up business?

Come on, she was only kidding.

Yeah, and I really
feel like laughing.

TWO-WAY: 978, you clear,
over.

Ah, yep. Go ahead Base.

Patient transfer request
for critical patient,

St Angela's spinal unit
to Newport General.

Yeah, copy that. Responding.

Will we have time to do this before
the briefing about this morning?

Yeah. If we hurry.
Okay, well you're driving.

JACK: It's an apology.

Our day off tomorrow - I'm working.

But, we're working tonight.
You can't do another triple shift.

No, I'm not working tonight.
I've been seconded.

Actually summonsed might be a
better word to the conference dinner.

So...
Oh, come on.

It wouldn't be discreet
if I went as your date anyway.

Jack, there you are.

This is a summary of the
after dinner address.

'Frontiers in Surgical Techniques'.
You can impress with your questions.

Oh Alison, that's um... that's great.

Oh, this way we both look good.

Sister, you'll be attending
the nurses training session

at the conference
this afternoon?

I'm working.
Oh, pity. Never too old to learn.

Jack, I'll be in my office
in an hour.

Call me, we'll work out
where to meet.

(sighs) Politics.

I wouldn't eat that if I were you.

The patient who brought it in
was diagnosed with oral gonorrhoea.

What's happening with the
Laminar flow in the Iso room?

I was just talking to Frank
about it. Dennis is in there now.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, it's buggered.
Probably some circuit gone phut.

Can you fix it?

I've got to find
which circuit first.

Yeah, how long's that going to take?

What - to do it?

A couple of hours.

So what - lunchtime?

If I could get to it today,
which I can't...

For you, first cab
off the rank tomorrow.

Without Laminar flow there's
no negative pressure ventilation.

Without that we can't quarantine
infectious cases

from the rest of the hospital,
this has to be a priority.

Yeah, well, unfortunately priorities
come from upstairs, Curtis, okay?

And they're saying that

I've got to have everything ready
and working for this conference.

After I've done that, I'll fix
your lamington thingy, okay?

Where are you from, Callum?

Um... a place called Eulago.

No way? I'm from Gilli.

Is that close?

About 250k away. Neighbours really.

I can't remember.

Well, most people
just pass through it.

So you've noticed a change in him?

He's been moody.

Tell him something, five minutes
later it's like you never talked.

How long's this
been going on for?

A couple of months.

Has he endangered himself before?

Oh, he's not stupid.

A bit absentminded - not paying
attention, that sort of thing.

But nothing like this.

You think it could be drugs?

Oh, Bob, where would he get them?
He's only 11.

No, it's not drugs.
We checked - he's clear.

When he disappeared last night
we went straight to the police.

He's not the kind of kid
to wander off

and not say where he is, you know?

He's a sensible kid.

Did he get lost?

Did he tell you
where he'd been, or why...

No, not yet.
He's still a bit confused.

Probably as a result
of a concussion from the accident.

Ah, Grace, this is
Mr and Mrs Chifley.

Hi.

I'll just go and find Callum's MRI.

Come on in.

Excuse me, sorry.

Busy place.

Smoking near a gas outlet.

Carbonaceous sputum, stridor.

Need to tube him before
he develops laryngeal oedema.

Jess, can you set up for a
rapid sequence induction.

Thiopent, Sux and Vec?

Where's that portable X-ray?

They were notified we need it
when the bat call came through.

Chase it up - we'll need one
post-tube for placement.

Chase it up - we'll need one
post-tube for placement.
Jack, an urgent blood gas.

Jack, an urgent blood gas.

Nelson, where's the mobile
chest X-ray? It should be here.

PATIENT: Sister...

Hi. This is emergency. You were
going to send down a mobile...

You know what?
I don't care about that.

This is ED.
We need it now, not 10 minutes.

Alright, thank you.

Unbelievable.

There you go.
Two mobile X-rays in for repair.

Mate. One thing at a time.

The journey of 1,000 miles
begins with a first step.

Been reading fortune cookies, Dennis?

Nup. It was on the desk calendar
this morning.

Been a big help, actually, today.

Ah, can we move Shirley Blainey?

She's getting anxious
about her enema.

Stick her in the Iso room.

It's not going to be
working today anyway.

Oh, Nelson, I need to...
In a minute, Von.

Oh, hell...
What is it?

This young man, pleuritic chest
pain, I need to get a doctor.

I'll keep an eye on him.
Beautiful.

I'll make sure
Shirley gets to Iso, okay?

Thank you.

Yeah, I've just had this cough
for about three weeks now

and my chest hurts like hell.

38, that's a bit warm.

Just gonna feel your throat.

Sorry. God, I feel like a wuss.

It's alright, I won't tell anyone.

Alison, my daughter's quite sick.
I just need some time with her.

I'm just talking about going home
early a couple of nights a week

for three weeks or so.

Who would you expect
to cover for you?

I'll forgo my pay so
you can get someone else.

I'm just looking
for a bit of flexibility.

Flexibility?

"Shove it up your arse."

Your reply to the CEO's memo.
I thought it was a joke!

Frank. It was a request
for spare monitors.

It went to every department.

Every department head would have
given the same answer.

No, funnily enough,

all the other department heads
actually saw the significance

of hosting an
international conference.

Can we get back
to my request, please?

Let me join the dots for you, Frank.

You get on board with the conference

and try and show some genuine
commitment to that

and we'll try and show some
flexibility with you.

Clear enough?

Very clear... and very loud.

Good.

I'll send maintenance down
to test the equipment

before it's sent
onto the training centre.

Of course, we wouldn't want to have
faulty equipment for a demonstration.

For the patients, who cares?
But for a demonstration, ooh...

Whatever you've got to spare
will be picked up at 4.30.

This is a lesson for you, Jack.
This is medicine.

Not sucking up to suits at some
surgical wanker love-in.

Well, I'll remember that
when they bring out the lobster.

Lobster, huh?

Messy, especially if you do it
the polite way and crack the shell

instead of sucking it out.

Generous of you to give advice
on his table manners,

since we'll be covering his arse.
How's his urine output?

Uh... 60ml in the last hour.

Probably needs some inotropes.

Start a noradrenaline infusion
and titrate it to his BP.

I'm going to the burns unit
see when they can take him.

Need a doctor in acute 2.
Jack!

Got a call to make.

Not on my bloody time, you haven't.

It's for Dr Newell.

Okay, you finish what you're doing.
Charlotte, you go.

Callum's MRI?

Yeah.

Please, take a seat.

I'm afraid I have
some bad news for you.

Now, I'm really sorry
to have to tell you this.

Callum has a fairly large mass
in the left side of his brain.

It's called an intra-axial tumour.

It's this white area here.

Oh, my God.

What can you do for him?

Until we can establish what sort of
tumour we're dealing with,

treatment options are unclear.

So there's a chance
Callum can die with this?

Yes.

What sort of chance?

Oh... I'm afraid I can't answer that
until we have more information.

Guess - an estimate?

I'm sorry, Mr Chifley.

This is like a nightmare.
I can't believe I'm hearing this.

There's no chance that
this could be wrong, I suppose.

No. I'm afraid not.

So, Callum, I've arranged
for a very important doctor

called Professor Walter-Thomas
to come and review your scans.

Um... how big is it?

It's quite large, I'm afraid.

So...
So, it's pretty serious.

And it explains why your
behaviour has been a bit strange.

That's the reason why you've
been confused and moody lately.

It's also the reason you wandered
off and got lost last night.

Tell him about this test.

That's what they're
going to do next, Cal.

Yeah, the Professor will take
a little bit of the tumour

to determine what type it is
and whether it's cancerous.

Oh, but it might not be, love.

Alright. How?

He's just going to take a little bit

from a small hole in the
side of your head about here.

So... they're... going
to drill my head?

Well, it sounds worse
than it is, Callum.

It's pretty small
and it won't hurt very much.

Still...

This Walter-Thomas bloke,
he's good is he?

Yeah. Yeah,
he's a top neurosurgeon.

How is he?
He had a mass on his MRI scan.

What?

No head injuries from the accident.
He only got a fractured arm.

(ironically)
Right. Just a fracture.

Tumour made him dazed, confused.

The fact you have witnesses saying
he stepped in front of you.

You're off the hook, Cate.

I know.

Poor kid though. He's so young.

Come on.

You gonna drive?

No, I can't.
It wasn't your fault.

I know. I don't want to.
Not today, okay?

Do you want the day off?
No.

If you can't do your job go home

because I'm not
carrying you all day.

This area here,
affected by the tumour,

is that part of the brain
that affects speech.

That's why you've been having
difficulty finding words.

Anyway, we'll take a biopsy from
the tumour, have a good look at it

and then decide
the best way to treat it.

Will you cut it out?

We'll know more after the biopsy.

I've got a cancellation
on today's list,

so let's get you ready
and I'll see you down there.

VON: He's pyrexial,
swollen lymph glands

and a three week history
of a productive cough.

PUO, viral illness, pneumonia.

Oh, um, full bloods, blood gases,
cultures and a chest x-ray.

You've already ordered that.

Just... give me a minute.

You alright?

Triple shift, one off,
then another triple.

Feel like I've been in here forever.
Well, you have.

You've got a couple of hours left.

Why don't you give them
to Jack and go home?

Cause it's not a couple of hours.

I'm doing tonight so I can cover
Wonder Boy's arse

while he's at the conference.

Had a look at your notes.
Have you travelled recently, Sean?

I just got back
from South-East Asia two months ago.

Possible pulmonary TB, yeah?

Are you agreeing with me?

Um, a combination of anti-microbials
for extended periods.

Initially isoniazid, rifampicin,
pyrazinamide and streptomycin.

Full respiratory isolation
procedures are mandatory

until a diagnosis
is either confirmed or denied.

Put him in the isolation room and
notify the infection control team.

Witnesses, Charlotte is actually
agreeing with me.

Jack.

What's happening?

Possible pulmonary TB. We'll have to
put him in the isolation room.

Ah, we could swap Shirley with Sean.

Did I hear that right?

We're using the Iso room
as a cubicle?

Laminar Flow problem.
Denis said he was too busy.

Like hell he is.
Hey, Charlotte...

He's still hypotensive.
Double strength Norad.

Increase it if you have to
but keep the fluids going.

Now where is that fat bastard?

Nelson, clear out the Iso room now!

It's not a bloody cubicle.

Terri, grab an orderly.
Move Shirley out, bring Sean in.

If you could special him, please.

Make sure universal
precautions apply.

Your BHG status is current?

Oh, yes, yes, yes...

I'm not asking, sunshine,
I'm telling you.

Get in there
and fix the Laminar Flow.

Okay, no problem, boss.

So, you'll talk to Dr Newell,
then, will you?

What's it got to do with her?

She gave expletive instructions

the set-up for the conference
was to come first.

I tried to reason with her
and she went ballistic.

(mimics)
Everything else has to wait.

I'm down here to check on
some equipment as we speak.

He has got a list.

This is all the gear I've got to get
for the nurses' training thingy.

If you're overruling that,
I'm sweet.

Give us a look.

You look a little bit tired, Denis.

It's the stress, Reg.

You know? Conference is just
a bloody talk-fest.

My hand's been playing up and it's
going right up my shoulder...

Take what you need and piss off.

Charming.
Go on!

Yeah, alright.

And you, don't look at me like I just
traded your grandmother for a camel.

So, when can we expect the Iso...?
Tomorrow.

And we'll be lending
spare equipment to the conference.

We don't have any spare equipment.
Find some.

Frank, Charlotte needs you in Resus.

What's his Norad rate?

Double strength, 20ml/h.

How's his output?

It's adequate
but he's still hypertensive.

Why isn't he in the bloody
Burns Unit, anyway?

Musical chairs.

Try him with quad strength Norad.
You write that up, Jack.

This doesn't make any sense.

We've been pumping fluids all
morning and nothing's happening.

Someone have some Dobutamine
on stand-by.

Who put this line in?
I did.

Patient needs inotropes and you're
pumping them into the mattress.

The connection is loose.
It's leaking.

Get a new one primed now.

I expect this idiocy
from interns not registrars.

What wrong with you?

It shouldn't be leaking, Frank.

It should have been checked.

Hey!

It could be the gear that's faulty.

Just like we've
got an Iso room that...

This has nothing to do
with maintenance.

And what equipment does work you're
sending to a training session

our staff can't attend.

Don't you use this
to push your own barrow.

The equipment is Management's call.

Yeah, and we're bending over.

Too bloody right we are.

You got something to say too?

Yeah, you should back your staff,
Frank.

They're at breaking point.

You should remind yourself, nurse,

that your opinion
doesn't count for much.

He started to respond straight away.

I titrated the Norad
and his BP's now 140/80.

I don't know what's happening to me.
You're exhausted, Charlotte.

I should have checked it.

How many thousands have we put in?
It's just one of those things.

We both checked that set,
could have been me who loosened it.

No. It doesn't matter.

She shouldn't even be here.
I know.

You're in good hands, I know that.

See you when you get back, mate.

If you show
the Chifleys where they can wait,

I'll head down with Callum.
Sure.

He was the prayed-for child.

DRILL BUZZES

WALTER-THOMAS: Going to the
conference dinner tonight, Hughes?

No, I wasn't planning to.

Very brave.

From my experience,

all they do is wheel out a bunch
of overrated speakers

who never give away any information
they haven't already published.

Then everyone kisses
their arses over dinner

hoping to further their own careers.

Actually, I'm presenting
a paper tonight.

Okay, I'm in there.
Biopsy needle please.

And could I have that light
a little to the left?

And suction.

I'm taking some tissue
from the surface of the mass...

and then some further in.

If the tumour's benign?

We'll go ahead and resect.

What do you think the
chances are of that happening?

Well, we wait...

They wanted that in pathology
five minutes ago.

Frank had no right
to talk to you like that.

It doesn't matter.

He needs to get his
priorities straight.

Well, he's not the only one.

What's that mean?

Jack, you're needed here tonight.

Oh... you cannot possibly feel
threatened by Alison Newell?

Are you?

You know,
if that's what you really think,

then there's no point
talking to you.

Terri, we need you in Triage.

Denis, what are you doing?

It's all go, mate, I've been put
in charge of all the monitors

for the nurses training element
of the conference.

Don't they have
clinical educators to do that?

Yeah, they do, but you see,
I've been given strict instructions,

make sure everything's schmico.

Should you be fiddling with it?

Just checking it's all working.

You're cooking with gas, right?

Right.

You see, I use a monitor like this

to hook up to a simulator
to show cardiac rhythms.

Help you ladies
learn something from it.

If we 'ladies' had time to go.

I thought I would let you know
that there we are getting visitors.

A small delegation
of overseas doctors.

Oh, I better go and tidy up.

How are you going?

How did you cope
in this job for so long?

I prayed a lot.
(sighs)

Any idea what's with Frank?

When is a conference more
important than his precious ED?

Alison Newell organised it.
Maybe she's putting pressure on him?

He'd normally go out of his way
to piss her off.

It doesn't make sense.
I don't know.

PHONE RINGS.

Hello. Yeah.

I see.

That's not really surprising.

Thank you.

Grade 4 malignant
Anaplastic astrocytoma.

We'll close.

But you won't consider resection
via neuro navigation?

What's the point?

His prognosis is terminal anyway.

Yes, but the...

The tumour is deep within his brain.

It would be a waste of our time and
what little time the boy has left.

We'll start suturing.

What do you expect me to do Terri?
I can't cancel.

There'll be other conferences Jack.

Alison didn't invite me to go,
she told me I was going.

So you're going to impress her
by dropping your work commitments,

is that it?

No, but it means they've
got something in mind for me.

If I knock it back,
it looks like I'm not interested.

Right. Well, Charlotte's
already exhausted

without covering for you as well.

If something happens, Alison Newell
will hang her out to dry.

My playing the game for one night
won't make a difference

to the fact we're
chronically understaffed.

You gonna bring that up at dinner?

Because if you're gonna go,
go for the right reasons Jack.

Sorry, the right reasons?

Playing the game
is hardly a worthy cause.

Maybe you're mistaking me
for someone else.

Because I'm not looking for a cause,

or a reason to rub the
powers-that-be up the wrong way.

I'm a very junior doctor
who cares about his career.

And I'm... sorry
if that disappoints you.

(gasps)

Go and have a coffee or something.
You look like shit.

Von, I want this place cleaned up.
It looks like a pigsty.

There's a bunch of suits
descending on us in two minutes.

Now I'm a bloody cleaner.

Lady in 8 with a single digit on the
left hand caught in a food mincer.

Minimal blood loss,
finger's stuck pretty firmly.

Do you want to do surgery.

Are you telling the parents soon?

Yeah. Not looking forward to it.

As soon as Grace's free we'll
head up there.

Page me if you need me?
Sure.

Jack passed on the papers he was
reading for tonight's conference.

Good - you right to go up?

Key note speaker,
talking about what's new in surgery.

Very interesting mention
of astrocytoma.

A certain Dr Levy.

She's talking about the fact that
if you can resect 98% of the tumour,

then you can prolong life
expectancy for about three years.

One more transfer then knock-off.
Then I'll buy you a drink.

No thanks.

No? Are you knocking back a shout?

I wouldn't have a drink with you
if I was dying of thirst.

You're a turd.

Hey, hey, slow down.

Scott, you amaze me.

I hit a kid this morning, hello?

And you wouldn't give me
a break for one lousy day?

All the times I've been there
for you when you've been down.

You can't do the same.

I've never met anyone
more insensitive and...

Unsupportive?
Yes.

In all of my life.

What happened when you drove on
the last job, the two jobs before?

Nothing - what did
you expect to happen?

No, what did you expect to happen?

You didn't want to drive
this morning, why?

Because three more kids were going
to walk out in front of you?

No. You drove, nothing happened.

You can come in tomorrow
without it hanging over your head.

You bastard.

You forced me to drive all day

as some sort of 'get back
on your horse' therapy?

Yep, I'm a turd.

Giddy up.

And this is
our new emergency department.

It's up there with Boston,
Chicago, and London.

Luxury of a smaller
population, of course.

Jack.

And good civil planning, I think.

Excuse me, Dr Levy.

Dr Levy, this is Dr Hughes,
one of our surgical registrars.

How do you do? Pleasure to meet you.

I'm a big admirer of your work.
Thank you.

Actually, we have a patient here

that you may be interested
in taking a look at.

Vincent, Dr Levy's just of the plane.

Yes... it's to do with astrocytoma.

I just thought it might be pertinent
to your speech this evening.

It'll only take a minute.

Why not?

Great. This way.

He was biopsied this morning.

Has he had any fitting?
No.

How old did you say he was?

Eleven.

That's one thing in his favour.

I was wondering, in your opinion,

do you think this child would be
a candidate for resection

with a view to prolonging his life?

I wouldn't give up on him.

But most would?

Most surgeons would, and probably
should, leave it alone.

Well... is there anyone here
that you know of

who would be prepared
to give this a shot?

(sighs) Not yet.

But that's the beauty
of these conferences -

by the end of tonight, I may.

If I do, I'll send you a name.

In the meantime, this is my office.

I'll be back in a week.

Get him to the States,
and I'll do it.

No charge.

Thank you.

That's what we're here for.

Dr Levy.

Bugger off Grace.

Trying to commit career suicide?

What are you talking about?

Second guessing Walter-Thomas.

A Registrar going over a
neurosurgeon's head - you imbecile.

I didn't realise this was
a popularity contest.

Oh come on. How naive are you?

He's Walter-Thomas's patient now,
not yours.

If you don't agree with something,
find a way to finesse the situation.

Don't barge in
like a blind man in a brothel.

I'm just trying to do the best
for my patient Frank.

Well, you've stuffed that up,
haven't you.

BUZZER SOUNDS

For God's sake,
someone answer that buzzer.

What happened?

He was rabitting on about machines,
and some conference,

and he collapsed.

Okay, come on Denis. Come on.

I'll get a crash cart and a bed.

Go to the office,
call his next of kin.

Even I could see he was overworked.

Tachy cardiac, 240.
We need to correct that rhythm.

SVT?

Looks like it - adnenosine 6ml
and flush on standby, please.

Take it easy, Denis, take it easy.

Nelson? Get an ECG?

The only spare we've got
is in cubicle 4.

ALL: Expiry November 05.

(muffled) Machines... machines..

Take it easy mate, take it easy.

Heart rate hasn't changed.

Give him another 12mg.

Still the same.

This can't be happening.

It is happening,
and it's happening to Denis.

Another 12mg?

(groans)

Denis?

Denis!

He's not breathing.
There's no pulse.

The bag hasn't moved.

What the bloody hell's going on?

He's attached the monitor
to a simulator.

Bloody idiot.
Connect him to the defib now.

Connecting now.

He's in VF.

I'll shock him 200 joules.

Charging.

Clear.

MACHINE BEEPS
Go again.

He was connecting the simulator
to the monitor for the nurses' demo.

Shouldn't have touched
the bloody simulator.

He should have behaved
like a maintenance man,

collected the bloody monitors,
and seen if they turned on or off.

We'll he's stable,
and he should be okay.

I'm going to go up with him.

In his defence,
management's been on his back

about getting everything perfect
for the conference.

Any child over the age of 10
with an IQ of more than 50

knows better than to fool around with
machinery he knows nothing about.

Guess that just wasn't
clear to him.

Maybe they should have tattooed
it to the inside of his eyelids.

It's a farce, isn't it Frank.

We've got broken equipment here
that's not being fixed.

We've got good equipment

that's being given away
or tampered with and now this.

And for what?

A conference that's supposed to be
about providing better patient care.

Professor Walter-Thomas

is recommending a course
of radiotherapy.

What will that do?

Hopefully reduce the size
of the tumour.

Hopefully?

Unfortunately, there are
no guarantees.

What are we going to do while he's
having the radiotherapy?

We're staying at a motel, we can't
afford to stay there any longer.

I'm sure we can arrange something
through the social worker.

So now you can tell us.

How long's he got?

Years?

According to Professor Walter-Thomas,
probably more like more months.

And according to you?

Well, there are always
inconsistencies in opinion.

Even among the experts.

I'm not a neurosurgeon,
so I can only say

that if you're not satisfied with the
information you've been given,

you... could seek a second opinion.

Are you saying
the Professor's wrong.

No.

No.
No...

No...

But, uh... I'm just suggesting

that if you would like to
explore other options,

then you should.

Can you give us a straight answer?

Look, there are new techniques
and treatments

being trialled all the time.

Hang on.

You told us this Walter-Thomas fella
was top in his field.

He is.

So what do you think we should do?

I think you should arm yourself
with as much knowledge as possible.

That sounds to me like a man who
doesn't want to say what he thinks.

That is what I think.

Hey.

I can't believe what you just did.

Levy said Callum would be
a perfect candidate

for surgery to prolong his life.

Why didn't you tell them?

Because Walter-Thomas doesn't agree.

Well, then tell them that.

Don't leave them with a riddle.
They're confused enough as it is.

There are protocols...

Oh... they got to you.

Grace, we have to be very realistic
about this situation.

Now for the Chifleys,
going to America is a pipe-dream.

They couldn't afford it,
they'd be out of their depth,

and the most likely outcome
is it wouldn't work for Callum.

Okay?
We're just giving them false hope.

But there are great surgeons here.

It's just a matter of us finding
somebody who's willing to do it.

Even if I did know who
to send them to, which I don't,

I can't say go and see Dr Whoever

without making Walter-Thomas
look extremely incompetent,

which he's not.

These are ordinary people, Vincent.

They have a right
to get a straight answer.

Just tell them the truth.

If they have the ability
to access this treatment,

then there's a chance.

They wouldn't know where to start.

But you do.

What am I supposed to do?

Spend days or maybe weeks
looking for a neurosurgeon

who's prepared to take the risk
on this one?

And then what?

Vincent, he's 11 years old.

NEWELL: Says here two monitors.
Where's the other one?

I don't think it's available.
I'm not sure what Denis organised.

Well, maybe find me someone
who is sure.

Frank, we're short a monitor.

Oh, that's terrible.

Jessica, take that back to Acute?

Sister, take all this
equipment back to where it belongs?

Yes, yes, excuse me.

What are you doing?

Well, the request was for spare
and available equipment.

We don't have any.

I thought we had an understanding.

Oh, and while I've got you here.

If the ventilation system in the ISO
room isn't fixed by five,

I'll have to close down the ED.
You can't do that.

Jack, do we still have that
possible TB patient?

Yes, the first sputum smear
was negative,

but we need more
to clear him.

And there are no beds
on the wards.

So we've got to keep him
in isolation

until we get a clear diagnosis.

He could have a notifiable disease.
Sorry Alison. Five o'clock.

I'll get you moved to another
department as soon as I can.

You deserve better
than these misfits.

Hey, sleepy head.

You can go home.

I just cleared it with Frank,
I'm doing your shift.

What about your
precious little conference?

Well, I got a tip off
from the caterers.

Two words - seafood extender.

So, I'll take over here if you want.

This is Mrs Chandrasena.

She's a possible DVT,

waiting on a Venous ultrasound
and Doppler to confirm the diagnosis.

Have a good night.

Thank you!

Hey. You were right.

You should be putting
your career ahead.

Oh, well, now she tells me.

You didn't change your mind because
of something I said, did you?

Um, I actually changed my mind

because of something
Alison Newell said.

Oh.

Uh!

Hey...

Terri?
Yeah?

Could you take these rosters
to Frank please?

Sure, yeah.

FRANK: Sorry, Sarah, I know I said
it wouldn't happen again,

but it can't be helped.

I'm sure Kathleen will understand.

I'll only be five minutes late.

I'll pay you an extra hour's
overtime, alright?

Frank, um...

Sorry, not now. I've got to go.

KNOCKS ON DOOR