All language subtitles for All.Saints.S07E22 - Luck Of The Draw.en

(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.