All language subtitles for All.Saints.S08E27 - Frozen Moments.en

Are you lost, little man?
Yeah.

Yeah? Alright.

You come with me and we'll see
if we can find your mum.

Jess, we'll be late.
I'll be a second.

I promised Mum
I'd pick a few things up.

If I don't get enough chocolate
for the day

your life won't be worth living.

What is it with women and chocolate?

What do you do
when you get dumped?

I don't know. It's never happened.

I get drunk, like normal people.

Chocolate's cheaper
and there's no hangover.

Anyway, you didn't get dumped, Jess.

Stuart just took off.
Took off!

Without telling me. For days now.

I think that definitely falls into
the "you're dumped" category.

It's not about you, okay? I promise.
Stuart does this all the time.

WOMAN SCREAMS

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

BOOMING GUNSHOT

SCREAMING

PANICKED SCREAMS
MAN: Everyone get down.

GUN COCKS

BABY CRIES

CHILD SQUEALS

MAN: Please, please, please,
don't shoot. No, no, no!

GUNSHOT
Ah!

Shush!

PANICKED CRIES

GUNSHOT

Geez! Oh, my God!

GUN COCKS

MAN: Stop right there!

Come on, mate. Be sensible.

Stop right there!

GUNSHOT
Oh!

GUNSHOT
Oh!

Jesus!
(whimpers)

GUN COCKS

(whispers) Okay, come with me.

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

Are you okay?

GUNSHOT
(gasps)

There doesn't appear to be
any head injuries.

Bullet wounds to chest and abdo.

Help me roll him.

We're just going to roll you
onto your side, okay, mate?

No exit wounds.

I heard a kid crying, Dan.

Check if he's got ID.

His name's Owen.

Cute grandkids.

We're going to have to put pressure
on this abdo wound.

I'll use his shirt.

He's got a leg wound too.

And my jacket.

Oh, my God. How much stuff
have you got in there?

You should see me on holidays -
excess luggage all the way.

Get his belt off and use it
to put pressure on the abdo.

What are you doing, Jess? Jess?

Oh, fantastic.
PHONE BEEPS

(sigh)
Is there no signal?

Police will be all over this.
Dozens of people will call 000.

We'll be okay.

No-one knows we're here, Dan.
How are we going to be okay?

FRANK: What do you mean,
they're not bloody here?

Look around, Frank. See them?
No? That's what I mean.

Have you called them?

No, I sent up a smoke signal.

Very cute. Get agency staff in.

No, I'll wait 30 minutes
before I get agency staff.

And we're supposed to go
with two nurses down until then?

That's the plan.

Brilliant plan. Brilliant.

Cate, your master here thinks
you can do the work of three nurses.

Not a problem, Frank.

Cate, Mr Kouros in Acute 3
needs that laceration dressed.

Mr Amara wants to call
his daughter again,

and Mrs Walker -
something about her tea.

You know what? Can't deal with it.
PHONE RINGS

She's nil by mouth.
There's no tea in her tea.

I've told her 100 times.
NELSON: Emergency.

When? How many?

FRANK: Beaumont, can I have a word?

Can it wait? I've got a review...
Your CRM assignment's late.

I know, I'm sorry.

I don't want any excuses,
I want it on my desk by day's end.

Can I have 24 hours?
No.

Just because you passed your exam

doesn't mean
Newell isn't busting a gut

for an excuse
to kick you off the program.

We've got incoming.

So piss or get off the pot.

LORRAINE: Joyce Carmody, 72 years,
found collapsed in her driveway.

CPR commenced by her son.

He's right behind us.

Respiratory arrest, she's intubated,

IV Hartmann's started.

BP's 160/90, pulse is 104.

On three.

One, two, three.

Pupils are dilated.
Left appears unreactive.

Any other injuries?

None we could find.

A word of warning though -
son's a handful.

Think he's spent too long
living with Mum.

Right. What can I do?

Get me staff who turn up on time.

Failing that - bloods,
including coags and cardiac enzymes.

I've got it.

Okay. Radiology on standby?

Yep. She'll need a head CT.

Nelson, could you set me up
a 12-lead ECG?

Could be a cerebral bleed.

Yep. How old did they say she was?
72.

Where is she?

Nurse Ryan.

ASAP. Thanks.

Excuse me, my mother,
Joyce Carmody...

Oh, right.

I'll need a group and hold, too.
Got it. Mrs Carmody's son.

Michael.

Dr Campion.

Is she awake yet? Can I see her?
Not yet. Come with me.

When I saw her lying down
by the car,

I thought she was checking the tyres
or something.

Take a seat.

She's always going on about
having the right pressure

and making sure
they're not going bald or anything.

Mr Carmody...

Michael, please.

Michael, we need a general picture
of your mother's health.

She's as fit as a fiddle.

Just the usual aches and pains.

Bit of arthritis in her knees but...

Is she taking any medication?

Blood pressure tablets,
but that's well controlled.

Her GP's really pleased.

So what happened? I mean,
why did she collapse like that?

We're not really sure yet.

But there is a possibility
she's had a bleed in her brain.

You mean like a stroke or something?

Yes.

Although we won't know exactly what's
going on until we've taken a head CT.

More than that
I'm afraid I can't tell you yet.

Well, you do what you have to do,
Doctor.

She'll match you all the way.

Trust me, she loves a fight.

Right.

If you'd like to wait here,

I'll come and get you
as soon as we know something.

Thank you.

DAN: Okay.

This is probably going to hurt a bit.

(groans)

Just a bit more.
Try to stay still for me.

(sighs) There.

GUNSHOT

How far away does that sound?

No idea.
GUNSHOT

What the hell is going on?
I don't know.

Take over here for me.

We have to find a way to keep warm.

Oh, God,
just try to shut off the cold air.

At least we won't starve to death.

(groans)

Here.

Take my jacket, as well.

GUNSHOT

Stop it, please. Just stop it.
Jess, it's alright.

You can say that but it's not!
Shush, shush...

I need you to stay calm, alright?

We're perfectly safe in here.
I promise.

(whimpers)

(groans)

Joyce Carmody?

Yep.

So it was a bleed.

Mm-hm.

Do you want me to notify Neurology?

Thanks.

I'll let her son know the bad news.

JACK: Another bag of Hartmann's.

Please tell me
Dan and Jess have arrived.

Sorry.

Could you take over here? I need
to organise some replacements.

Yeah, not a problem.

Michael.

So how is she?

We've got the scans back,
but I'm afraid it's not good news.

See this dark area here?

That's called a haematoma.

It indicates that your mother has
suffered a bleed, as we suspected.

Not only is the bleeding depriving
parts of her brain of oxygen,

but the haematoma itself

is blocking supply of blood
to other vital parts of her brain.

That's why she hasn't woken up?
Yeah.

Is it possible she may have suffered
a fall or knock to the head,

or seizure of some kind?

No, I'd know if she did.
I live with her.

What are you going to do?
How do you fix it?

Michael, you need to understand

that the prognosis here
isn't very promising.

So she's going to die?

At least we've got it early
and so we can begin treatment.

We can give her medication to reduce
the chance of a further bleed.

That won't fix the damage
already done, will it?

No, it won't.

Michael, the bleed's extensive.

It's likely your mother may suffer
paralysis, memory difficulties...

My mother's a vital, active woman.

Yesterday she was out gardening,

talking to the neighbours,
walking the dog.

It's hard to accept, I know.

I want you to operate.
I know you can.

Surgery is an option
but not a great one.

Your mother's not young anymore,
With her blood pressure problems...

Right. She's an old lady,
so why bother, is that it?

No, that's not it.
No, that's exactly what it is.

Just do the operation!

(shivers)

Do you think the gunman's gone?

I'm really hoping so.

Hang in there, Owen.
We're trying to get you help.

(coughs)

He's got a sucking chest wound.
We have to try and seal it.

Help me roll him over.
We'll get better pressure.

Owen, we're going to roll you
on your side, okay?

(splutters)
No, roll him back.

Come on!

If we can't seal it,
he's going to die.

JACK: Surgery is the last thing
we should be putting her through.

The anaesthetic alone could kill her.
I realise that.

Surely it would be better to manage
the bleed conservatively and...

Jack, you know that, I know that.

But unfortunately, her son doesn't,
and he wants surgery.

You can't blame him.

In the space of an hour,

his mother's gone from walking and
talking to lying in our Resus bay.

It's not like
an accident caused it, or illness,

so to him, it's like someone's
turned out a light.

I understand that, but we have to do
the best thing by our patient, Frank.

Maybe we can compromise a little.
Let's organise a cerebral angiogram.

What?

Cate's right.

We have to show him
we're doing as much as we can,

and if he sees how
the blood supply is being blocked,

he'll come across to our viewpoint.

We're talking about
a femoral catheter and contrast dye.

That's a risk we'll have to take,
Jack,

and it's a hell of a lot better
than unnecessary surgery.

What if it was your mother, Jack?

It's not my mother, Cate.
It's my patient.

Bloody hell, you're killing me here.
I'm sorry.

Can you tell me what happened?
No, I don't know.

Obs are okay.
Thanks.

Can you remember
if you lost consciousness?

I don't know. Must have.

First thing I remember
is waking up in the gutter.

Had you been drinking?
No.

Do you take any prescription
or recreational drugs?

No.

Sometimes I have a few beers
now and again. That's it.

How many fingers am I holding up,
Gordon?

I don't know. Four.

Follow my finger with your eyes.

Head still.

Can I get something to eat?
I'm bloody starving.

Normal.
Missed breakfast?

I must have.

Gordon, we have to keep you
nil by mouth

until we figure out what's going on.

I'll be back soon.

Did he mention anything on arrival
about getting into a fight?

According to him, no, he didn't.
Well, not one he can remember.

What do you think?

I'm not sure,
but I don't like the blurred vision.

Let's take bloods,
order a head X-ray.

Okay. Drug screen?
Could you set that up?

Of course, Charlotte.
Thank you.

What did you do there?

Two years in ICU, so point me
at a machine and I should be cool.

Great.
I'll bump you into Resus then.

We've got a woman
with a cerebral bleed.

Von, this is Phillip, agency nurse.

Nice to meet you, Von.
Hello.

We are getting another replacement?

Can't afford two.

Any news on Jess and Dan?

No.

JESS: I can't get a seal with this.
It's hopeless.

(coughs)

There must be something in here
we can use.

There's not. The plastic would work
but there's nothing to tape it with.

There's shelves of stuff out there -
tape, plastic...

Don't even think about it, Dan.

The guy could be
right outside the door.

You take one step out of here and...

Take over for me here.
Keep the pressure on.

No.

Jess. I'm not an idiot.

I won't be drawing attention
to myself. Trust me.

METAL SLIDES

Can you cue superhero music for me?

Dan...

..please, be careful.

Wish me luck, Lois.

TENSE MUSIC

Can we hurry this up?

We're going as fast as we can, mate.

That's what you said before and
I'm still here and I'm still hungry,

and I've had about a-bloody-nough
of this!

Ah!
Hey, hey.

No, no, come on.

We need those bloods...
Bullshit!

..to find out what's wrong.

Mr King, get back.

Yeah? Why don't you get on the bed?
I'm going home.

What's going on, mate?
What's it to you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the story?
He was fine a minute ago.

VON: Security...
(groans)

Security will send someone over
to watch him.

I'm going to hurry that scan.
I need to rule out a brain tumour.

And what about the bloods?

I'll do that once he's settled down.

Piss off.

Yeah, no problem, buddy.

Reminds me why I prefer ICU.

Really? I always felt like
a mechanic when I worked there.

At least machines don't get stroppy.

CLINKS, GUN COCKS

(shivers)

(coughs)

Oh. Oh, please, no.

GUNSHOT

(coughs)

Shush, Owen, you have to be quiet.
Shush.

GUNSHOT

DOOR OPENS

METAL SLIDES

GUNSHOTS CONTINUE

(pants)

Hi, honey. I'm home.

I could hear the gunshots. I didn't
know what was happening. (Sobs)

It's okay. Hey. I got you a present.

You said
it was a chocolate kind of day.

Right now, Owen.
Let's see if we can get you fixed up.

You scared me half to death,
you know.

Superheroes never get hurt, Jess.

Did you see him - the gunman?

The good news is the cops are coming
and they'll make him surrender.

And the bad?

I don't think that will happen
any time soon.

You should be able to go in shortly.
They're almost set up.

So, what exactly
are they going to do to Mum?

They'll feed a fine catheter
through the artery in her groin,

all the way up to the blood vessels
that supply her brain.

They then inject a contrast
dye into your mother's system

and take various photographs from
various positions with the catheter.

Are you okay?

I-I-I just don't know
what this is going to achieve.

It will give us a very clear picture

of any abnormalities
in your mother's blood vessels.

What's more, with a bit of luck,

we'll find out the exact location
and extent of the bleed.

And then you'll operate, right?

Well, we'll have to wait
and see what shows up.

Then we'll consider our options.

I've got family to call.

Frank, no neurosurgeon in the world

who'll say
this will have a great outcome.

Yeah, I know.

It's extensive bleeding here.
This area looks dead.

And even if they managed to evacuate
the bleeding surgically,

there's every likelihood
of diminished capacity,

both mentally and physically.

Not to mention the cost.

Come on - extended ICU rehab.
You're already looking at big bucks.

Add neurosurgery to that...
CATE: Phillip.

So that's what this is about. Money?

No, Michael.

You want to give up on my mother

because it will cost too much
to save her.

I don't believe this.

I'm warning you, Dr Campion,
if anything happens to my mother

because your budget's
more important than her life,

I will sue you and this hospital -
is that understood?

Get rid of that bloody moron.

Mr Carmody! Mr Carmody.
I'm not interested, Doctor.

I'm very sorry
about what was said in there.

It in no way reflects the philosophy
of my ED or this hospital.

We want to do
what's best for your mother.

Then do the operation.
It's not that simple.

The angiogram showed exactly
what we thought it would show -

the bleed is very extensive.

The operation that we would need
to do is long and complicated.

I don't care how long it is.
You should care.

Because for a woman
of her age and her health,

even the risk of anaesthetic
is very great.

It could kill her.

Conservative treatment is the
best option we have at the moment.

Who knows? With rehabilitation...

Look, I know this is hard for you.

What would your mother
want us to do?

Sorry. Would you like to talk
to somebody? Can I get a counsellor?

It's so easy for you -

you look at the slab of meat
and make your decision.

It's we who have to live
with those decisions.

Sometimes it's for the rest
of our bloody lives.

There. Done.

Fingers crossed.

That sealed it.

Not sure for how long,
but so far so good.

Hey, Jess.

Not just a pretty face.

You want some chocolate?
Sure.

You're shaking.

Yeah. Aren't you cold?

Adrenaline and a 100m sprint
took care of that.

Hey.

You know what will really suck?
What?

Explaining to everyone
where we've been all day.

Can you imagine Frank right now.

(imitates Frank)
"Curtis, walk with me.

"It's your job
to keep nurses reined in."

"So... blahdy, blahdy, blah."

Poor Nelson. He's going
to be tearing his hair out.

How was I to know
the guy was standing there?

You should stop relatives
wandering around

and crap like this wouldn't happen.

Maybe you should shut your mouth

before I let Frank Campion
handle you instead of me.

You must have known
how inappropriate that was.

I'm sorry?

Okay, your shift is over.

I'll notify your agency what happened

and make sure
you're never sent here again.

I thought the days of nurses being
seen and not heard were over, mate.

They are, mate!

But you know
what's alive and kicking?

The idea that we make things better,
not worse.

(sighs)

Jessica, this is Nelson - again.

If you could please call
and let me know you're okay,

that would be great, thank you.

CHARLOTTE: That's all normal.
What about the head X-ray?

No abnormalities detected.

And he hasn't said anything
since he flipped out?

Nothing that made sense.

(sighs)

Hello. Look at this -
low blood sugar levels.

Oh, please don't tell me
we missed asking him about diabetes.

We asked.

There's no family history
and nothing in his medical records.

If it were diabetes, his blood sugar
would be high, not low.

Maybe the aggression
and blurred vision

have nothing to do with it.

Yes?

Although, if you add that together
with the amnesic episodes...

I need to order an abdo CT.

Frank, you've got a patient here
called Joyce Carmody.

Good morning to you too, Alison.

Yes, I do.

The angiogram
confirmed our diagnosis.

We'll be starting
conservative treatment immediately.

We're just waiting on an ICU bed.

And I am wondering, Alison, what
your interest in this patient is?

Prep her for theatre.
I beg your pardon?

I've got Oscar Wu on standby
up there now.

Dr Newell,
Oscar hasn't seen this patient.

He sent his intern down here.
Doesn't matter.

I've had this patient's son
in my office

telling me you refused to operate

because you're worried she's going
to use up hospital resources.

He's also threatening
to go to the media.

Let him. We've done nothing wrong.

Mud sticks.
Let's not have it stick to us.

If you put her on the table...

Last time I checked your file,
Dr Hughes - and I do check it -

you were a trauma surgeon,
not a neurosurgeon.

Sorry, Frank. Not up for discussion.

Theatre it is then.

Anyone heard from Dan or Jess yet?

Obviously not.

(shivers)

It's gone very quiet out there.

Okay. I still don't get this
women-and-chocolate thing.

If I have any more
I'm going to throw up.

I can't feel my toes.
That's got to be bad, right?

I mean, hypothermia and...
Come here.

Come here.

(shivers)

I tend to have that effect on women.

Oh, as if.

Give me a break.
You're my mate's girlfriend.

Was your mate's girlfriend.

I don't think that Stuart leaving
had anything to do with you, Jess.

How do you figure that?
I just... do, okay?

Dan...

..if you know why he left,
you have to tell me, okay?

Was it because of the car accident?

Dan!

I can't. I'm sorry.

It's got nothing to do with you,
I promise.

What? Something you did?

Did you guys have a fight
or something?

No. Well, not until he told me
he was leaving.

It's driving me nuts, Dan.

I've gone over it in my head
hundreds of times.

I just - I can't work it out,
why he did this and...

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT
Oh, no! I can't stand it!

GUNSHOTS CONTINUE

How long will she be in theatre for?

It's difficult to say.
The procedure is quite complicated.

Will they shave her head?

She takes such good care of her hair.
She'd hate that.

No.

Michael, the procedure is called
stereotactic aspiration.

Now, it involves us drilling a small
hole into your mother's skull.

We'll insert a camera so that we
can locate the bleed and drain it.

Come with us,
I'll show you where to wait.

Thank you.

You said it would take a while.
I'll grab myself a coffee.

Hope it goes well, Mr Carmody.
Thank you.

Nice. The punters make all the
medical decisions from now on.

Very interesting policy, Alison.

We both know bleeds are operable,
Frank.

Yes, and we can throw chemo at all
cancers. Doesn't mean we should.

Doesn't mean it'll make a rat's
rectum of difference to the outcome.

This is wrong, Alison.

Can you hear anything?

I can hear someone running around
out there but it could be anyone.

Get away from the door.
Calm down, Jess.

Oh!

Is there anyone in there?

How do we know
it's really the police?

We don't.
Please open the door.

We've got the situation
under control out here.

Doesn't seem like
there's anybody in there.

RADIO: All cars. No further...
Wait, we are in here.

We've got an injured security guard.

It's okay, mate. You're safe.

Good job, guys.

It's a bloody mess, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Ow!
Oh.

Hi. We've got the results back from
the abdominal scan we took earlier.

What scan?

Okay. Let's start again.

I'm Dr Beaumont.
Do you remember us talking earlier?

Yeah. Vaguely.

Nah.
Okay.

You've proven quite the mystery man,
Gordon.

It took a while to figure out
what's going on with you.

We're on top of it now.

You see this area here?
It's called an insulinoma.

It's a small tumour
on your pancreas.

Whoa. Tumour?
You mean like a cancer?

Not necessarily. These tumours
are almost always benign.

But they wreak havoc on your body,
sending out mixed signals.

Which is why you keep losing time,

and why you get into fights
you can't remember having.

The tumour produces
excessive amounts of insulin,

effectively telling your body it has
diabetes, when in fact you don't.

It's a very rare condition.

Go me.

Gordon, the tumour can be removed -
it's a very simple procedure.

There's no reason
not to expect a full recovery.

So you're telling me that the reason
I've been having all these freak-outs

and getting into fights could
be because of this bloody tumour?

Could be, yes.

Oh.
'Oh' what?

My fiancee left me three months ago.

She said it was like living
with Jekyll and Hyde.

Think I could get this tumour
in a jar, so I can show her?

Would that be alright?

Charlotte, we've got incoming.
We're going to need you.

BP's 80/40, pulse 120.
IV Hartmann's running.

You guys did well.

It wasn't my handiwork, sweetheart.

Courtesy of your two nurses
caught in the firing line.

Jess and Dan? They alright?

They're shaky. Been locked
in a freezer most of the day.

Frank, I've gotta...
No time.

Get the monitor on him.

He'll need a chest tube.

The woman diagnoses one insulinoma
and thinks she knows it all.

Get Hughes down here.
JACK: I'll page him.

BP's dropping.

Push those fluids through.
Come on, come on.

MAN ON PHONE: Emergency.
Yeah, alright. What's the ETA?

How many? Okay. Thank you.

What have we got?

Gunshot wounds - chest, leg, abdo.

I'll let theatre know we're coming.

Already done.
How's he doing?

A damn sight better than he would be
doing without your quick thinking.

You two okay?

What happened?
Long story.

Oh, Frank,
Joyce Carmody didn't make it.

Anyone told her son?
I don't know.

Jess.
Thanks.

One step ahead of me.

Temp's still a bit low.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah. You know me and Jess.
We know how to party.

Jess?
Mmm.

Alright.

I'll get Frank to look at you

and then we'll organise someone
for you to talk to.

It's okay. I wanna wait and see
how the security guard is.

We'll call as soon
as we know anything.

Okay. Thanks.

Talk about the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Yeah.

What's the story?
Why did the guy go so nuts in there?

Cops have no idea.

Jess. Hey!

Jess. Are you alright?

Yeah, I just don't know
what's going on, Dan, you know?

First there was Stuart leaving
and now today.

It's like some cosmic conspiracy
to keep me screwed up.

You're not screwed up.
Come on, I'll shout you pizza.

We can throw darts at photos
of Stuart. Come on.

CHARLOTTE: Vincent's in theatre
at the moment, so...

Sure. Okay. Thanks.

They'll take Gordon?
Yep.

I'll get him prepped.

Hey, Frank.
Not now.

Where are Dan and Jess?
They just left.

How did you know
about my insulinoma case?

I know everything. Haven't you got
that through your thick head yet?

No, I don't.
Where's your assignment?

On your desk.
Good.

In-service talk, insulinomas,
Thursday morning.

I can't do...
It's not a request. Thursday, 10am.

Well, well, well. You must
be feeling happy with yourself.

If you're talking about
Joyce Carmody...

Who else?

We can't find her son, Frank.
He hasn't been told.

What's it to me?

You've had more to do with him
than anyone else...

No, you're not dumping this on me.

You ignored my medical opinion -
deal with the consequences.

Please, Frank.

I told you it was a mistake!

I know.

Oh, al-bloody-right.
I'll try and find out where he is.

You owe me.
I know you won't let me forget it.

No, I won't.
Frank, don't antagonise him.

Just go away.

Anyone seen
where Michael Carmody went to?

I think he was going for a coffee.
I'll find him, send him back here.

Thanks, Nelson.

I don't think he'll take this well.
No, he's not.

Mr Carmody?
Dr Campion's been looking for you.

Is there news of my mother so soon?

Dr Campion will explain.

Thanks.

Hi.
Hi.

I was just thinking about you.

Actually, that's a lie. I've been
thinking about you for weeks.

So, what brings you
to my humble place of caffeine?

Just chasing up a patient's relative.

Actually, that is a lie too.
I was hoping to run into you.

So have you sorted out
whatever you need to sort out?

Some of it, yeah.

I better get back to it.

Sort the rest of it out quickly.
I miss you.

I'm very sorry, Michael.

I'm sure the neurosurgeon
did everything he possibly could.

Is there someone we can call for you?

No. Thank you. You've done enough.

My father had a stroke, you know?

Doctors gave Mum the usual spiel
about her options...

..how rehab could help.

But it didn't.

He was such a burden to her.

And he knew it too.

Didn't know his own name
half the time, but he knew that.

That would have been very hard
for your mother. And you.

Harder for Dad.

So thank you, Doctor.

So he's not talking lawsuits
or...

No, he's not.

A good result then.

If you call a dead woman
a good result,

yes, crack open the champagne.

Don't look at me like that.
You know what I meant.

Thank you.

I know what an awkward situation
that was.

I just want you
to understand my position.

Oh, I understand.

I don't think you do.

Alison, he wanted us
to kill his mother.

Which is exactly what we did.

That's ludicrous. I spoke to
the man myself. He was distraught.

At the thought of his mother
suffering as his father suffered.

He wanted her back hale and hearty
or not at all.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I didn't know
until a few minutes ago.

He used us to get what he wanted.
End of section.

Then we don't have a problem, do we?

No.
Killing people is what we do best.

Now you're being ridiculous.

Oh, well, at least we won't have
to watch it on the evening news.

NEWSREADER:
Police are still uncertain

as to the reasons
behind the rampage

and say the gunman was not known
to them prior to the incident.

Needless to say, that will be cold
comfort to the victim's families,

with three confirmed dead

and several more
in critical condition in hospital.

I should go.

You can crash here if you want.
We've got a spare bed.

No, I don't think so.
It's late and you're probably tired.

I don't think
I'll sleep much tonight, Jess.

Are you sure?
Yeah.

I don't think I could handle
Mum and Dad fussing over me tonight.

Alright. Thanks.

PHONE RINGS

ANSWERING MACHINE: Hey,
you've called the Love Palace.

Leave your name, number
and vital statistics,

and one of us
will get back to you.

Campion, Frank. 48-58-68.

Look, I just thought
you'd like to know

the security guard came through the
operation very well, so... well done.

You and Jess
obviously make a good team.

Yeah. We do.