All language subtitles for All.Saints.S08E33 - Time & Tide.en

MUFFLED SOUNDS ECHO

SOUNDS ECHO
Dave, I told you to slow down.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God. Help me. (Cries)

Get me out!

SIRENS

Get me out!

ECHOES CEASE
Get me out!

Get me out!

Get me out!

High-speed MVA, car versus truck.
Two incoming.

First casualty
in about 10 to 12 minutes.

Second one's trapped in the car.
One known fatality.

We'll need two teams.

Von, can you get Acute 3 Resus
ready to receive?

Please help me.

C'mon, Frank. You can swing it.
It's only a week.

Study leave costs money.
I'd have to find it.

Consult with Newell.
(dryly) Consult with Newell?

Use some of that charm
and charisma of yours.

Me going to this conference
is good for my training

and, hence, the hospital.

You have to apply formally.
In writing.

You have to be accepted formally.
I know.

Shayne Henderson, 22.
Rear seat restrained passenger.

High-speed MVA, car versus truck
with major deformation.

Nil LOC. Possible pelvic fracture.

Slightly reduced air entry
left chest.

How far behind's the other one?

They're getting her out.
FRANK: I'll take the next.

On three. One, two, three.

BP 130/90, pulse 120, resps 30,
sats 96%.

Morphine 5 given, IV Hartmann's up.

Full spinal precautions
and oxygen in situ.

Shayne, I'm Dr Hughes.
You're in All Saints Hospital.

Can you talk?
Do you remember what happened?

Car.

That's right.
You were in a car accident.

Listen, take a deep breath, please.

Good. We're gonna need
bloods for group and hold.

FBC, UEC and ABG, please.

I'll get those.

A full trauma series.

Where's Lynlea? Where is she?

Her brother, Dave.
He was in a bad way.

Alright. Stay with us.
Find out? You've gotta help him.

Stay with us. We need to
ask you some questions.

Do you think
you lost consciousness?

No. I don't think so.

Decreased air entry left side.

The other one's here.
Curtis, we need a hand.

You right here?

Yep.

Alright. Acute 3.
Let's get her cleaned up.

His brains are all over me.
Can you get them off, please?

You'll be alright.
You'll be alright, sweetheart.

Well, your temperature's normal
but your heart rate's up a bit.

Can't even hold a cup of coffee down
these days.

How long have you had the nausea?

It'd be easier if you asked me
how long I didn't have it.

But it's been getting worse lately.

That's why I thought I'd come back

and see the nice doctor
I saw last time.

Which doctor was that?

Names, um...

..young, young bloke, good-looking.

Sure it was this hospital?

John. Jack. Jack something...

Jack Quade?

Quade. Yes, that's it.
He was a doll.

Well, I can't promise you
a particular doctor,

but I'll see what I can do.

Now, medical history, please.
Asthma, diabetes?

No.

Ah, Jack. How's that arm?

Argh!
Good God.

And the one in Acute 8?

Waiting on the orthos
and specialist for review.

It will need urgent surgery.

Excellent. You've got time
for this one, then. Here you go.

Nausea, lethargy, weight loss,
generally unwell.

She's a walk-in?
Yes, and she's in Sub-Acute 6, Jack.

Right.

She asked for you especially.
Said you'd treated her before.

Carla Rowe?
Yeah.

Get her eyes fixed. She thinks
you're good-looking. (Chuckles)

So many girlfriends, so little time.

I'll get the records, yes, Jack.

Oh, God, please. His head.
I could see inside his head.

Hello, Lynlea.

My brother's dead, isn't he?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

I've written her up for a tet-tox
and IV antibiotics.

Can she have more analgesia?

Yes, yes. Morphine increments.

She's probably got
a couple of broken ribs.

I'll stay with her
while you get the meds.

I'm usually pretty good
at remembering faces.

I'm usually pretty good
at names too.

It must be
one of those days.

I'll leave
your stuff here, Carla.

The fact is, it was a bit of a lie.
You haven't treated me at all.

Oh, I haven't?

You just want to get the best
treatment you can, don't you?

I mean... Well, you can
never tell with hospitals.

A girlfriend said to ask for you.
She said you were great.

Ah. (Laughs)
Well, my reputation precedes me.

In so many ways.
Looks like it, yeah.

Well, what was her name, your friend?

Margaret. I don't know her last
name. She's just a casual friend.

Anyway, she said that
you were the man to ask for.

Temperature's normal,
which is a bit unusual.

Mm-hm. Okay.

Well, let's go through
those usual questions, Carla.

Do you have any medications,
allergies,

do you drink, do you smoke?

All of the above. Bad girl, I know.
(clears throat)

Dan, why don't you
go take some bloods?

Sure thing, Dr Jack.

Well, that all looks pretty normal.

X-rays are back.

Lynlea's my fiancee.
Can you please find out how she is?

She's being treated, Shayne.

And Dave?

I think we should concentrate
on you for a minute, alright?

You know,
you've been a very lucky man.

Considering the severity
of the impact,

you've just had some lacerations
from the broken shards of glass,

which Cate here
will fix up for you in no time.

You do, however, have a small
haemothorax in the left lung field.

Which means what?

It's some blood
around your left lung

which prevents it
from working properly.

Should I set up
for a chest tube?

No. I think we might
be able to avoid that.

He seems pretty stable,

but we need to monitor his
respiratory function very closely.

Shayne, you do have a small fracture
to your pelvis,

so I'm admitting you for
some bed rest and pain management.

But the good news is
your neck and spine seem to be okay.

I want to see my friends.
Please, get this thing off.

Alright, alright.
We're doing it right now.

I've just gotta check you out myself.

Do you have any pain
or tenderness here?

No.

Lynlea, she was screaming.

She's broken her arm and a few ribs,
but she's going to be alright.

Yeah, but there was blood.
There was heaps of blood.

It wasn't hers, Shayne.

Dave?
Are you right?

Was Dave the driver?

Her brother. My best mate.

Shayne, I'm really sorry,
but Dave died at the scene.

This yellow tinge to your eyes,
Carla.

Did you notice when that started?

No.

Travelled recently?

Taken any drugs or toxins
that I should know about?

Can't afford to travel or party -
been feeling too sick.

Right. Now, you just
sit up for me.

I'm sorry. I...
I have dizzy turns now and then.

No, that's alright.

Have you ever had gallstones
or pancreatitis?

No.

Have you spoken to your GP
about these symptoms?

I don't have a GP.

Okay.

Baseline bloods, LFTs, FBC, UEC,
Amylase, coags, bilirubin,

group and hold as ordered.

What a memory, huh?
Not bad. You should be a waiter.

Sometimes I feel like I am.

You must be pretty tough
putting up with all this stuff

without seeing a doctor, Ms Rowe.

Carla, please.

Well, you get some rest.

I'll order a CT scan
and I'll be back with the results.

Thanks.

Pleasure.

He seems like a nice bloke.
Knows what he's doing.

No, it's all a front.

That's not very fair.

Doctors have to work really hard
to get where they want, don't they?

Yeah, absolutely.

He seems pretty genuine to me.

Nice vein.

Is he in a relationship?

Okay. Here we go...

Does he get on with everyone?

What's all the interest
with Dr Quade?

You just don't give up, do you?

"Never let the sun go down
on an argument,"

have you heard that one?

I made you an omelette.
So eat, and then we can talk.

Or will you let it get cold?

I'm worried about you, Stu.

That's why I slept on the couch.
That's why I'm still here.

Why are you doing this?
You can't help, so just drop it.

Oh, gee, thank you, Stuart.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.

I'm here for you.
Can't you see that?

Okay. Yep, you know what,
ignore me, fine.

But if you ignore me
for long enough, I will go,

and once I'm gone,
I'm not coming back.

Then just bloody go! Get out!

How are you feeling, Shayne?
Do you need some more pain relief?

Me and Dave were arguing
about who should drive home,

how to dodge booze buses.

Had you guys been drinking?
A few quiet ones, that's all.

It's always a bloody United Nations
debate with those two.

Would've lasted days if I hadn't
told Dave to pull his finger out.

Then look what happened.

Shayne, you can't blame yourself
for what happened.

It's all about timing, isn't it?

I mean, if I'd let them argue
it out for another five minutes,

20 seconds, even,

we'd never have been
in the way of that truck.

Just try and slow
your breathing down, Shayne.

Oh, Jesus.

MONITOR BEEPS

FRANK: You've got
two small rib fractures

which explains the pain you feel
when you breathe in.

SCREAM ECHOES

NELSON: The arm lac's
gonna need sutures.

Right. Clean it up -
get one of the interns to do it.

Sure.

Once that's done,
set up the back slab.

My parents. Do they know?

We haven't been able
to contact them yet.

How's Shayne?

He's doing fine.

Can you let him know I'm okay?

We already have.

More comfortable?
Thanks.

VOICES ECHO

Lynlea, are you with me?

Alright, Lynlea, reach out,
squeeze my hands. Can you do that?

Can you hear me, Lynlea?

Lynlea?

You paged me?

Yeah. He's feeling short of breath
and has vague epigastric discomfort.

I'm okay. I'm fine.

Shayne, you've had bleeding
into your lung.

We may need to insert
that chest tube.

Okay.

I'm going to examine you again
and take some bloods.

Increase his oxygen.
Try a Hudson mask on six litres.

Look, I'm fine. Honestly. Alright?

Have you had a chance to dust off
some charm and charisma yet, Frank?

If I didn't know you better,

I'd swear you're trying
to get out of the joint.

Frank?

I'm chasing Newell
for an appointment?

I'll do my best.
Now bugger off.

Haven't you got
work to do, Jack?

Momentary lull, Frank.
They tell me you saved a limb.

The specialists were doing that.

I did pick up it was developing
compartment syndrome, though.

Jolly good work.

Beaumont, go away.

DAN: A few pictures
then we'll bring you back here.

What's her story?

Um... I don't know.

She's got jaundice and weight loss.

Thinking hepatitis?
Maybe worse.

I picked up an abdo mass
on examination.

Spoken to her GP?
She says she hasn't got one.

You've got quite a fan there, Jack.

She'll be wanting
a signed pair of your pants next.

Either that
or she'll throw hers at you.

Shut up, Dan.
You can see how sick she is.

Jessica?
It's okay.

He wouldn't talk.
He wouldn't even look at me.

He's out of control, Dan.
What happened? Did he hurt you?

No, but he scared the hell out of me.
He's in trouble.

Not as much as he'll be
when I'm done.

I mean it.
There's something really wrong.

Can you cover my shift
if I swing it with Nelson?

What will you do?
I'm gonna sort this out.

Are you in any pain?

Used to that.
It's the feeling sick I hate.

I can give you something for that.

Hi, I'm Jessica.

Where's Dan?

He had to go home.
Personal problem. Nothing serious.

Serious enough to ditch his shift.

Must have had something
important to do.

Yeah, he did.

Okay, well, Jessica,
10mg of metoclopramide IV

with some slow maintenance fluid.

Okay.
And I'll cannulate her.

Carla, listen. If you're feeling
really bad, please, tell me.

You don't have to be a hero.

Getting to know me, huh?

I'll get the antiemetic.

Okay, well, I am going to put a drip
into your arm.

Now, this is for the nausea meds
and the maintenance fluids,

but it's going to sting a bit,
so I'm sorry.

Now that we're alone, it's my turn
to get to know you better.

How long have you been a doctor?

Oh, a couple of years.

No white coat, though.

Bit of a rebel, huh?

No. It's more an aversion
to doing laundry.

Like most men.

No-one to do it for you, then?

Surprises me.

Handsome young man like yourself.

This friend of yours - Margaret.
What was it that I treated her for?

You operated on her.
She said it all went really well.

I don't do operations.
I'm not a surgeon.

Okay, um...

Not operated,

but you treated her
up until her operation,

and she was really pleased.

What does it matter?

It matters in the sense

that I don't think you're being
absolutely straight with me, Ms Rowe.

I said to call me Carla.

You say you don't have a GP.

You tell the Triage nurse
I've treated you before...

I just heard
you were a good doctor.

There's nothing wrong
with wanting the best, is there?

Especially when you feel
as lousy as... I do.

(vomits)
It's okay, Carla.

(groans)

I'm sorry, Jack.

S-sorry.

Nearly done.

Lynlea?

"Nearly done." I heard you.

I'm going to get physio for your
ribs so you can breathe properly.

(screams) Get me out!

(sobs)

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey - take it easy.

I've told Lynlea
we'll be admitting her.

To keep an eye on you for a bit.

Your mum and dad
are on their way from Perth.

You didn't tell them about Dave,
did you?

No. The local police told them.

Something's not right.

Her neuro obs are fine
but she keeps zoning out.

Keep on eye on her.

(groans) Oh, that hurts.

Sorry, mate.

This chest tube is going to make
your breathing a whole lot easier.

Should we repeat the X-ray?

Yeah. Let's do another ABG, as well.

It still hurts here.

(groans)

Some tenderness
in the hypochondrium.

Pleuritic?
I don't know.

Did anything hit you in the chest
during the accident?

No. I don't remember.

Let's do a repeat ECG.

Take it easy, mate.

Nice deep breath for me.
Nice deep breath.

It's alright, Shayne. We're going to
get this sorted out for you, okay?

Just try to slow
your breathing down, Shayne.

It's okay.

Nice deep breaths.

(Dan yells) Stuart!

Stu?

NELSON: When did your parents
move to Perth?

They didn't. We moved here.

You and Dave?

And Shayne.

Dave and Shayne played in a band.

Reckon they needed to come to Sydney
to make it.

Going for an east-coast sound
in their music, huh?

If you could call it music.

The drummer quit,
moved back to Perth.

Can't play the drums, can you?

Sorry.

So you don't play in the band, then?
No.

But I wasn't going to let
Shayne move without me.

Too much competition over here -
Bondi girls.

It worked. He asked me to marry him.

What did you say?

What do you reckon I said?

Jack, my acute abdo's
gone to Theatre,

so if you need a hand
with anything...

This definitely isn't hepatitis.

The pathology report shows

elevations in bilirubin
and low serum albumin.

So I see.

And the abdo CT shows
a pancreatic mass

with probably
secondary liver metastases,

and it looks to me as though she's
got advanced pancreatic cancer.

Why wasn't she treated earlier?

Look, I'm going to get an oncology
consult and pain management regime,

and give her the bad news.

Okay. That antiemetic should kick in
soon so it will settle the nausea.

Thank you.

You look paler than I do.

We've got the results back from
Pathology and Radiology, Carla...

Let me save you the trouble.

Metastatic pancreatic cancer, right?

You knew?

For a while.
Been feeling worse lately, though.

Secondaries in the liver.

Why didn't you tell us?

I've been medicated for pain relief.

You need to open that tap
right up.

I've developed a tolerance
to the pain-killers.

Why did you let us do
all the tests and scans

if you knew exactly what you had?

Because I needed to come here.

Do you have anyone we can call?

Family or...

No. No. There's no-one.

Um...

I think you probably need to see
a social worker or counsellor so...

No.

No, you're the only one
who can help me with this.

Okay.

Why don't we get some things clear?

Firstly, I am not
the best person to help you.

I need to talk to you.

I need... I need to talk to my son.

Um...
No, Jack...

Jack, don't go.

I let you go once,
and I'm not going to do it again.

Okay.

I'm getting a Psych registrar,
because clearly you need help.

Your father's name was Ned.
You were two years old.

He was married, Jack.
He had two sons already.

I thought... I thought I was doing
the right thing.

I thought I was doing
the right thing!

Jack! Jack! I'm sorry!

(sobs desperately) I'm sorry!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

JESS: It's okay.
Just try and calm down.

What's going on, Jack?
What in the hell was all that about?

She let me do a bunch of tests,
gear up to tell her she's dying,

and then she...
she announces she's my mum.

What?

Well, that's right, Charlotte.
That's what she says.

You don't know your mother?

No. I was dumped on my father's
doorstep when I was two years old.

Charlotte, she knows stuff about me,
stuff no-one else knows.

She can't do that.

She can't abandon me as a kid

and then turn up here dying...
and expect to be forgiven.

That's not the way things work.

Is that what she wants?

To be forgiven?
I don't know. I don't care.

From now on,
she's your patient, alright?

Jack!

He's never going to
speak to me again.

The look on his face...

Carla, you'll make yourself
vomit again if you don't calm down.

I don't care.
Just get Jack back here.

Did you find him?
Is he alright?

He'll need a little time.

I didn't mean to upset him.
You've got to believe that.

I'll get the Oncology team to
see you and review your treatment.

We'll talk about
the other questions later.

What other questions?
Okay. I'll get rid of this, then.

Let's go back to square one,
shall we?

Do you have a GP?

Yes.

And a treating oncologist?

Yes, one of those, too.

Going to need their names
and numbers to access your records.

If only Jack would talk to me...
This is not a deal I'm brokering.

A treatment program.
Then we can talk.

I-I don't expect you
to understand this, but...

..I had to see what he was like
before I said anything to him.

I don't know,
to see if there was a connection.

It shouldn't make a difference
what he's like.

It does make a difference.

If you were serious about making
a connection with Jack...

..you haven't done yourself
any favours.

I didn't come here for myself,
Doctor.

Try a deeper breath for me this time,
Shayne.

It's okay. It's okay. Just lie back.

Sats are dropping. 88%.

Try and stay calm for me.
Try and stay calm.

Is he aspirating?
I don't know what's going on.

Sats are down to 86%.
Could be a pulmonary embolis.

Or a tension.
He's not tensioning.

We've got to get his airways
under control.

Do you think the chest tube's
positioned properly?

Yes.

Nelson, we're going to need
some help in here.

He's in severe respiratory distress.
Set up to tube him.

Size 8 tube. Sux and Thio.

Good. Yep. That's great news.
Thanks for letting me know.

Jack?

I just spoke to the orthos
about that patient this morning.

The distal limb should be okay.

That's good.

Yeah. They did a fasciotomy and they
don't expect any long-term deficits.

You need to speak to Carla Rowe.

Look at the lengths she's gone to
to track you down, Jack, to meet you.

Look at the lies she's told.

I'm not condoning her methods -
I think they suck.

But you need to...

I don't need to do anything,
Charlotte.

She didn't think about me
for over 20 years.

Now she has.

It's too little too late.

Jack...

..she's dying.

This is not an opportunity
you're going to get ever again.

That will save me having to worry
about it, then, won't it?

Sats are still down. 86% and
dropping, and he's tachycardiac.

Good air entry.

ET tube's in the right place.

ABG result's back.

Hypoxemia.
He's aspirated?

Absent breath sounds
in the left infra-axiliary region.

Hold on. Stop bagging for a minute.

He's got bowel sounds
in the lower thorax.

It's got to be diaphragmatic hernia.

I'll order a portable chest X-ray
and let Theatre know.

Hold on. Set up a surgical tray.
I'll do a laparotomy.

You're opening him up here?

Abdominal contents
in the chest cavity

are compressing the heart and lungs.

Theatre's ready in 10.

He can't breathe.
He doesn't have 10 minutes!

MACHINES BEEP
NELSON: Sats are still down.

Retract here, please.

Okay. Yep. That's great.

Some more light here, please.

Down a bit.

Alright. Perfect. Thank you.

Glad to be of service, Hughes.

Is that his stomach
pushed into his diaphragm?

That'd be it.

8cm tear in the hemidiaphragm.

Herniation of the stomach...

..transverse colon...

..spleen into the thorax.

No wonder
he was having trouble breathing.

How the hell
does something like that happen?

It's a high-impact injury, Curtis.

He obviously sustained the tear
in his diaphragm in the accident

then because he was coughing
and vomiting so much

he's forced his stomach and other
organs into his chest cavity,

displacing his heart and lungs.

Want me to go on?
No, I got that, Frank.

Sats are improving.

84%, 88%...

..90%, 92%.

As soon as I'm done

he's going to Theatre for a proper
exploratory, mesh and repair.

96% and improving.

Well done. Well done, Hughes.

NELSON: Coming through.

Shayne?

Shayne, what's happening?

I'll talk to her.
Okay.

How's Carla Rowe?

Dying.

Can I help you?

Um, yeah.

The other lady told me
to come and speak with you.

Yes?

You have a Carla Rowe here?
She called me to pick her up.

Are you a relative?
Yeah.

Dr Beaumont, a visitor for Mrs Rowe.
This is Rebecca.

Dr Beaumont
is your mother's doctor.

Hi.

I couldn't believe it
when Mum called.

I been looking for her for hours.
She should be in bed.

You're her daughter?

I'm at uni -
our neighbour checks on her.

When he called saying she wasn't
there, I almost had a heart attack.

What's she doing here anyway?

I think your mother wanted
to review her treatment options.

What?

Sorry. It's just the specialist told
us there aren't many options left.

Ah... Maybe you
should talk to her.

Rebecca, there is Dr Quade.

I'll take you through
to see your mum.

Visitor.

Thanks, Doctor.

Mum, what did you think
you were doing?

Did you know about her?

Carla told me.

That's why she came
looking for you, Jack,

why she wanted
to find out about you.

To tell me I had a sister?

A sister who's going to be
alone soon. Your mother wanted to...

She's not my mother, Charlotte.

She stopped being my mother
a long time ago.

She wanted to know if there was any
point in you two meeting each other

so you could be there for Rebecca
when she dies.

(scoffs)

Sorry, Jack, I'm not trying to push
you in any particular direction.

It's your life.

So it's a tear?

Mm-hm. In his diaphragm which puts
pressure on his heart and lungs.

But he'll be alright?

There's risks with any surgery,
Lynlea,

but Dr Hughes is confident
Shayne was diagnosed in time.

What's wrong?
We argued.

The last thing we said to each other
was "screw you",

and then a drive in silence
until the truck...

You'll have plenty of time
to apologise later.

That truck. I just keep seeing Dave.

Every time I close my eyes,
I see his head.

Lynlea, you have just survived
a major accident.

I mean, the flashbacks
you're experiencing now

are caused by stress
and grief and shock.

It's horrible, so horrible.

I know, I know, but it's treatable.

We can get you help for that.

I could have lost them both,
couldn't I?

You haven't lost them both.

What if Shayne dies too and
I never get to speak to him again,

I never get to tell him
I love him?

It's not going to happen.
You don't know that.

No-one knows
what's going to happen tomorrow.

I just want to grab him
and say that I'm sorry

and make sure he knows
exactly how I feel about him.

The ward's ready to admit you now.

Shayne will be fine. Don't worry.

REBECCA: Mum, why didn't you go
to your normal specialist?

Is something going on? I mean...

Sorry to interrupt.

Could I have a moment
with your mother?

Sure, but why can't I stay?

It's okay, Becky. Get some
fresh air. We won't be very long.

You haven't told her, then,
about me?

No.

I want to admit you to the ward.

There's no point, is there?
There's no cure.

Well, you need rehydration
and further review.

We can treat your symptoms as they
develop, make you more comfortable.

I owe you an apology.

You don't owe me anything.

I didn't know how to handle it,
Jack, so I handled it badly.

It's not just a matter of you and
Rebecca knowing about each other,

it's...

..it's her having someone
after I'm gone.

We need to talk about YOU.
I don't care about me.

I just need to know that my...

..that my kids
are going to be alright.

Well, I'll be fine.

And Rebecca seems
to have it all together, so...

Jack, please.

I'm going to book a bed upstairs.

Okay.

Happy?

DOOR OPENS

Love what you did with the kitchen.

What are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?

I'm cleaning up your bloody mess,
Stuart.

Just leave it, Dan.
I'll clean up my own mess.

You like making me feel bad
about myself, don't you?

What?
Everything - it comes easy to you.

You're good at your job, you're good
with girls, people like you.

You've got your whole life
sorted out.

You think I've got
my whole life sorted out?

Take another look, Stuart. Huh?

And who's the one
with the girlfriend?

Dan, just leave it.

Every time I make a mess,
you have to clean up after me.

Well, someone has to.

Leave it.
Piss off.

I said leave it!
Piss off.

Calm down.

Look, calm down!

You think that I don't care?

You think
I'm not your friend? Huh?

If I didn't care,
I wouldn't drop a shift to be here.

Just leave me alone.
That's all I want!

I'll clean up my own mess, alright?

Look, I said I'll do it,
and I will do it.

You're bleeding.

Okay, if you're not going
to let me help you,

let me find someone who can.

Please?

Oh!

How did it go?

Ah, fine. He's in Recovery.
He's actually doing really well.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry about today.

I shouldn't have questioned
your judgment.

And you stopped the lift
to apologise to me?

I've stopped the lift so...

What?

I've been so careful
trying to think things through,

so worried about
what everyone else thinks,

and trying to
second-guess everything,

and you know what?

So what if we don't know
where we're going,

or whether it'll work out.

I guess what I'm trying to say
is that... we'll never know unless...

..unless we give it a go.

Alright?
Yeah, I hope so.

Carbuncle in Five.
Thank you.

(dryly) No rush.

Oh, he looks pleased with himself.

They're still be fighting
in the Middle East, Von,

but I have brokered a truce
with Alison Newell.

Your study leave and course fees
have been formally approved.

So, yes, Cinderella,
you may go to the ball.

Thanks, Frank. Five, Von?

'Thanks'? That's all I get?

You should grovel at my feet

after an administrative miracle
like that.

The usual provisos, Beaumont -

case studies, written reports...

Share the knowledge!

I shall be in my office,
patting myself on the back,

since nobody else
seems to want to.

DAN: Frank.

Have you got a minute?

Yeah, sure.
I'll see if a consult room's free.

Come this way, Stuart.

I didn't realise how bad it was.

I should have done better,
and I should have done it sooner.

Churchill called it 'The Black Dog',
you know.

It comes unexpected... uninvited...

..starts sniffing around
your front door.

So you lock your door,
and you try to hide inside,

but of course it gets in there...
sits beside you in the dark.

You can't touch it.

You can't grab it and kill it,

no matter how much you'd like to.

So eventually...

..you just...

..give up and lie down.

But it lies down with you.

And it makes it impossible
for you to think...

..or do anything.

Its power over you
becomes so great...

..that it becomes you.

And then you become it.

And soon after that,

you're snarling and clawing

at anything that comes in
to try and help you.

And after you've been like that
for a while...

..you find you just get
so bloody tired...

..so exhausted.

Then when you finally wake up...

..it's gone.

And?

And that's
the most dangerous moment of all,

because that's the moment
you say to yourself,

"Well, that's it.
I don't need any help. I'm over it."

And in saying that...

..you've left the gate open,

so that the damn thing
can come in whenever it likes.

You're not the first, Stuey,
and you won't be the last,

and maybe the dogs come
in different sizes

or slightly different breeds,

but they all bite - hard.

I couldn't explain it.

I... I can't put it
into words like that.

Yeah, I know.

I can because I've finally
got a perspective on it.

So now, I'm in a healthier place.

It's a pretty simple journey, mate.

Maybe I can show you
where to buy a ticket?

Hi. How is she?

Er... she has agreed
to being admitted for review.

You should bring some things
in for her,

make her feel more comfortable,
more at home.

I know the routine.

I've, um, been through it
a hundred times.

Um, and I think...
soon you should consider a hospice.

She said the specialist told you
the condition's terminal.

Yeah, he did.

I've already started making
inquiries. Is that terrible?

No.

Will you be okay?

I hope so. I don't know.

Okay.
Well, I probably should, um... go.

Thanks, Doctor.
Sorry, I'm terrible with names.

Jack. My name's Jack.

Thanks, Jack.