All language subtitles for All.Saints.S09E02 - The Real Thing.en

MAN: Let me go!

Get your hands off me! Let me go!
JACK: What have we got?

"Concern for welfare" call.
Says his name's Aiden.

No other details.

Police picked him up
outside a book shop.

Let me out of here!

He was disoriented
and behaving inappropriately.

Any known injuries?

Swelling to the face's right side
of unknown origin.

Somebody help me, please!
He wouldn't let us examine him.

It's okay, Aiden.
Look, you're in All Saints Hospital.

Is he under arrest?
Negative.

Don't do this to me. Please don't.

We'll be fine now, guys. Thanks.

Mate, we're just here
to look after you, okay?

Please don't make me go back there,
I'm begging you.

Aiden, just try and calm down.
We just wanna take a look at you.

Aiden, can you move across
to the other side of the bed for me?

I won't go in the blue chair.
Don't make me go in the blue chair!

There is no blue chair, Aiden.

No-one will make you
do anything you don't want to.

We wanna make sure you're alright.

Can you move over
to the other bed, please?

Come on.

That's the way.

That's the way.

Just try and relax, mate.

Don't let them take me.

Breath's fetid.

Aiden, who's going to take you?

The aliens.

Hey.

Have, um, you heard
how Colin Fenely's going?

Still unconscious in ICU.

This is crazy.

If he lives,
Nelson's charged with assault -

if he dies, he's charged with murder.

Strange hoping the guy that
killed Nelson's fiancee lives.

Exactly.
PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

Emergency Department,
Daniel Goldman speaking.

My wife's bleeding really badly.
You've got to help me.

You need an ambulance.

No, I can't do that.

If she's hurt,
it's best to hang up and call 000.

I can't help over the phone.

I don't want an ambulance!

What's happened to her?

Tell him you'll hang up.

My wife's been shot, okay?
You have to help me.

Is she breathing?

Yes, but there's a lot of blood.

Okay. Listen to me.
You need to call an ambulance.

I shot her! I shot my wife!

He hang up?

Yeah.

Right after he told me
he shot his wife.

Just going to put this on your arm,
Aiden.

Aiden, we need you to sit up, please.
We need to examine you.

Don't.

It's okay, Aiden.
There's nothing to be scared of.

This won't take long.
We need to do a few tests, okay?

Great.

Can you open your mouth for me?

That's the portal you always use,
isn't it?

Your face looks a little swollen.
Is your mouth sore?

You know it is.

How about if we stand back here
a little bit?

Will you let us
look in your mouth then?

That's it. Good boy.
See, no-one's going to hurt you.

Dental abscess?

Yeah, looks like it.

Shall I order an OPG?

Yeah, thanks.

You wanna toss for who takes
the mouth swab and bloods?

Not really.

I'll be right back.

Okay, Aiden.

What I'm going to do now is just
shine this light in your eyes, okay?

No! Not again! Please don't hurt me.

Charlotte.

CATE: Hi, it's Cate from ED.

I need to book an OPG
for a boy down here.

His name's Aiden.
Don't have a surname yet.

Alright. Thanks.

Has he settled down yet?

Ah, no.

He's still hallucinating,
won't let me anywhere near his mouth,

and I can't even take
proper neuro obs.

Well, maybe we should think about
sedating him.

Maybe.

Have you smelled his breath?
It's got to be an abscess.

He's going to need antibiotics.
Yep. I know.

Problem?

Um, just a kid
who's regularly kidnapped by aliens.

Nothing I can't handle.

It's all about portals, apparently.

How was the funeral?
Oh, horrible.

Would you like a coffee,
or do you want a real drink?

Von, I hope you don't mind...

..I had it cleaned.

Who said you could do that?

Well, I didn't want you to
have to deal with it, so I...

You had no right.

This is my house.
She was my responsibility.

Von, I...

Get out.

Get out!

CATE: Alright, Aiden.

We just need to do some obs
and then take some blood.

Aiden, we need to know
if you've got an infection.

We think you've got an abscess.

If we don't treat that,
you'll get really sick.

We just want...
I know what you want!

Hi.

Problem?

CATE: You could say that.

Please, it hurts.

Hey. It's okay. We can help you.

We can stop it hurting.

Deanna, this is Aiden.

Nice to meet you.

Can you tell me
what's troubling you, Aiden?

Don't worry.
No-one's going to hurt you.

I thought they'd forgotten about me,
but they haven't.

They want me again.

They'll put me in the blue chair.

Who?

The aliens.

Oh. Right.

Well, they can't hurt you here,
because I won't let them.

Thank you.

Will you give me
a few minutes with him?

Sure.

Okay.

You can rest now, Aiden.

I haven't been able to examine him
properly yet.

Okay, Aiden.

The doctor just needs to
check you out.

Aiden? I just want to...

I won't get in the chair!

You don't have to. It's okay.

Why don't you just close your eyes
and open your mouth?

That's it. That's the way.

Okay, Aiden, you've got an abscess.
It's a bad one.

When did it first get sore?

(sharply) Don't know.

Have you been taking anything for it,
any medication?

We're going to help you.

Hmm?

(whispers)
He seems to be okay with me.

I'll try and find out what's
going on - what do you need done?

Some baseline obs would be good.
Not a problem.

Okay, Aiden.

I'm just going to
put this in your ear.

It's going to take your temperature.

Will you let me do that?

Yes.

Tell me about these aliens.

It started when I was a kid.

But then they left me alone
for years.

But now they're back.

Okay. You want to hop down?

I'm glad you won the game,

but Aussie Rules is supposed to be
played on grass, not concrete.

You're lucky
you didn't break anything.

Okay.

Wait here,
Your mum will be just a sec.

Have you got Mrs Dorrick's file?
Yes.

Thanks.
PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

Emergency Department,
Daniel Goldman speaking.

It's me again.

I-I don't know what to do.

Well, have you rung an ambulance?

Mate, you need help.

For Christ's sake, I told you,
I can't do that.

Yeah, alright. Alright.

Get Charlotte for me.
Tell her he's back on the phone.

Dan?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm here.

Um, where has she been shot?

Just near the shoulder, on the left.

Above or below the shoulder?

Just below.

There's blood.
There's... there's lots of blood.

Okay. Look.
If you just give me your address...

Just tell me what to do!

Okay, okay.

Run your finger along her neck,
just below the ear.

See if you can find a pulse.

Yeah, there's a pulse.

Okay. Good.

Now roll her on to her side.

See if there's
any wounds in her back.

That will tell us
if the bullet's still inside her.

He's back?
What's happening?

He's shot her in the chest,
just above her heart.

Not sure about an exit wound.
He's checking now.

Dan...

Have you checked?

I can't see anything!
Her clothes are soaked with blood.

W-w-what do I do?

Calm down.

You need to apply pressure
to the wound.

Use a clean towel or a pillowcase.

Is she still bleeding?

Yes.

Okay, hold the towel
against the wound

for at least 10 minutes
to stop the bleeding.

Let me talk to him.

Ah, you know my name. What's yours?

Roy.

Okay, Roy. Listen.
I have a doctor here who wants...

I want to talk to you!

Listen, I'm a nurse. You're much
better off talking to a doctor.

It's you or no-one, Dan.

Stay on the line
or I hang up and let her die.

Aliens? You must be bloody joking.

There's a psych consult
if ever I heard one.

So, what are you thinking?

Systemic toxaemia. That's based
on very little information.

He'll need an OPG.

Yeah, it's ordered. I just need
to convince him have X-rays taken.

Sedate him. You've gotta know
what you're dealing with.

I was hoping to avoid that,
but maybe you're right.

Maybe?

I can't get anything out of him.
I can't examine him properly.

He goes off
whenever anyone gets near him.

Here are his obs,
and his surname's Bradbury.

I'll chase up next of kin
and his old records.

Okay. Do you think
he'll let you cannulate him?

I'll give it a go.

Take a full blood work-up,
drug screen.

Start him on penicillin
and 1g paracetamol.

And I need to...
Examine him yourself.

Give me a few minutes,
I'll try and talk him into it.

Nice suit, Dr Campion.

She's good.

Yes, she is.

Very good.

DEANNA: You should describe
the aliens to me, Aiden,

so I can keep an eye out for them.

AIDEN: Don't patronise me.
I know you think I'm crazy.

No, I don't.

I'm trying to understand
what you're going through,

and the doctor is
trying to help you feel better.

I'd just like to ask you
some questions, Aiden.

Is that alright?

Good.

Are you allergic to anything?

Are you taking any medications
for anything?

You ever seen a psychiatrist, Aiden?

See? Everyone thinks I'm crazy.

No, I don't think anything.
That's just a question.

Aiden, I told you, Dr Quaid has to
find out what's wrong with you.

That's right.

And what I'd like to do now is just
take a look inside your mouth again,

and take a swab of that abscess,

and then we'll get
some X-rays taken, okay?

Jack, I think it's the goggles
that are frightening him.

I'll stay with you.

I just need you to open wide.

You're doing great, Aiden.

Do you have a belt
or something you can tie it on with?

You need to keep as much pressure
on the wound as possible.

Yeah, I'm here.
We've already tried that.

He'll only give us his first name.
It's Roy.

Okay, I got the belt.
Great.

Keep the towel over the wound

and hold it in place
by wrapping the belt around her body,

and do it up firmly
but not too tightly, okay?

Okay. Hang on.

The police
are tracing the call,

so keep him on the phone
for as long as you can.

Have you done that, Roy?

Roy, are you there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm here.

Okay. Cool.

Now, I need you to keep a close eye

on your wife's breathing
and her heart rate.

(whispers)
Get him to update her status.

Okay. Cool. And feel for a pulse.
Just like before.

Can you hear any gurgling
when she breathes?

There's a pulse,
but she's not gurgling.

Here breathing's really shallow
though.

Okay. Now, you have to keep a very
close eye on your wife, okay, Roy?

Can you hear me?

If your wife stops breathing
or you can't find a pulse,

I need to know immediately, alright?

Okay.

What's her name, Roy?

What's that got to do with anything?

Well, I can't keep calling her
"your wife" all the time.

It'd be nice to refer to her
by her name, that's all.

You're trying to trick me?
No. No, I'm not.

Samantha. Her name's Samantha.

Does she like getting called Sam?

She's going to be alright,
isn't she?

Um, I don't know.

Gunshot wounds don't heal themselves.

So let me call an ambulance
for you...

No, she's gonna - it's good now.
She'll be alright.

She really needs
to be in a hospital, Roy.

There's a bullet inside her
somewhere,

and we still don't know
how much internal damage it's done.

No, I can't do that.

Don't-don't-don't hang up.
Let's keep talking.

I appreciate your help.
Roy?

Roy?

Nup.
Terrific.

DEANNA: Has he gone?

Yeah.

Good. I want you in my office. Now.

You do know there are protocols
governing these things?

It wasn't as simple as that.

You hang up.
What's difficult about it?

The man told me he'd shot his wife,
Deanna.

What was I supposed to do?

If you'd refused to
enter into a conversation with him,

he would have been forced to
call an ambulance.

Were Switch and Admin notified
as to what was going on?

Yes. Cate notified them.

The police were tracing the call,

which is another reason why
I couldn't just hang up.

You managed to call Switch,
Admin and the police,

and yet I wasn't informed.

Explain that to me.

Who looked after the triage patients
while all this was going on?

(whispers) Cate was.

(mimics) Cate was.

What about her own patients?

She had a sick and confused boy
in her care.

I don't know anything about that.
Look, Deanna, I just didn't think.

And therein lies the problem -
you just didn't think.

If he rings again, his calls will be
redirected to staff base.

Make no mistakes, Dan -

I will not have a member of my staff
breaking the rules.

It makes you look incompetent,
and it makes me look bad.

Neither of those things
are acceptable.

Understood?

Mm-hm.

Good.

Dan. I just spoke to the cops.

They weren't able
to trace Roy's call.

Great. Great.

How did you get on with Deanna?
She didn't look too happy.

She wasn't. And now I'm not.

PHONE RINGS

Staff base, Cate speaking.

Hang on one second.

Dan, it's for you.

He sounds kind of agitated.
I think it might be Roy.

Here goes my job.

If Deanna's riding you,
I'll take the call.

No,
it should be me who talks to him.

Are you okay?

Dan Goldman.
ROY: You've got to help me.

Oh, God.

There's blood
coming out of her mouth.

There's blood
coming out of her mouth.

She's got
a penetrating chest trauma.

Lie her on her left side, Roy.

Roy? Can you hear me?

Lie her on her side. Hurry.

I didn't mean to hurt her.
We were arguing.

The gun just - I just -
I wanted to scare her, that's all.

Roy? Are you listening to me?

I really didn't mean to hurt her.

She's shaking. She...

This is ridiculous.

She's gone into shock, Roy.

Where's Dan?

Dan's - he's right here.
This is Dr Beaumont.

The bullet has penetrated
your wife's lung.

She needs immediate
medical attention.

I want to talk to Dan! Where is he?

Your wife's breathing
has become critically compromised.

She could die.

Give me back to Dan or I'll hang up.
Don't. Please don't do that.

Just let us call an ambulance before
your wife drowns in her own blood.

(groans in disgust)

Nice one, Charlotte. I actually did
have that under control.

No, you didn't.

You lost control the moment
you ignored my instructions.

That was my fault, Deanna.

I appreciate you defending my staff,
Dr Beaumont, but if you don't mind...

Actually, I do mind, but...

We were just trying to get him
to call an ambulance.

I don't care
if you were trying to scale Everest.

That's strike two, Dan.
One more and you're out.

Right now I'm more concerned about
that man's wife bleeding to death.

How is he?

The blood results came back
screaming systemic infection.

Probably the cause
of the hallucinations,

but there's no history
of mental illness, so...

Jack, have we got
anything down here for us?

No, not unless you can surgically
exorcise aliens

from a young teenage boy.

Oh, yeah. How's that going?

It's infection gone mad.

We need to do a lumbar puncture.
That's, you know, if he lets us.

And organise a psych consult.

Just because
there's no history of mental illness

doesn't mean we can discount it.

I mean, aliens...

Whatever.

It's probably best to keep
an open mind on this one, right?

An open mind?
About being abducted by aliens?

Look, I know it sounds bizarre,
but trust me,

I've seen some pretty weird stuff
in the military.

Like what?

No, I don't want to go into it.

No way - you can't say,

"I've seen some pretty weird stuff
in the military,"

and not tell us.

Cough up.

Alright. Look, I was working in
a field hospital once

and this guy came into casualty.

He was stark naked, no tags,
nothing.

What was wrong with him?

He had pretty extensive burns,
multiple gunshot wounds.

It was a miracle he actually
got in in the first place.

But the thing was,
when we opened him up...

Vincent, are you sure
you should tell this story?

I thought it was classified.

What are they going to do to me now,
hey?

When we opened him up, it was like
nothing I'd ever seen before.

It was... I don't know.

His internal structure was all...
I don't know.

It wasn't like it was just
mirror organ syndrome,

it was like... it was like
he's been badly assembled.

So what happened to him?

As soon as we opened him up,
he died.

It's like when the air just came
in contact with his internal organs,

they just...

I don't even know how to explain it.

It's like they just dissolved.

(scoffs) No way.
Yeah.

And then the Americans arrived,
like, heavy-duty guys, CIA,

and they just went on
about biohazard

and took his body away straightaway.

I tell you, Vincent,

you really should have
published a paper on that case.

You don't think I tried?

Not one medical journal
would listen to my story.

And worse,
I had absolutely no proof.

Every little bit of information

about that guy from that night...
vanished.

Oh, my God!

Where was this?

Mars.

(all laugh)
Don't ever go there.

It's a horrible place.

Alright, Jack. Get a psych consult.

Thanks, Vincent.

Nob.

You didn't fall for that, did you?

No. You did.

What the bloody hell
are you doing here?

When was the last time you slept?

You have to get tired
before you can sleep, Frank.

For goodness sake,
why don't you take some time off?

Go and see your daughter or...

I would if I could, but
I'm not allowed to leave the State

till the assault charge is sorted,

so, um, I thought
I'd like to get back to work.

Come on. There's still plenty
of paper to shuffle, isn't there?

Nelson, do you honestly think
this is a good idea?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

You know, no good sitting around
feeling sorry for myself.

Deanna's contract's
been extended two weeks, so...

Then I will concentrate on the
nurse practitioner accreditation.

I need to do this, Frank.

Oh... (sighs)

Jack, this is Colleen Bradbury,
Aiden's mum.

Oh, hello. I'm Dr Quaid.
I've been looking after your son.

Where is he? Can I see him?

Well, he's just in Radiology
getting some X-rays done.

He'll be back soon.

Well, what happened? The nurse said
he had an infection or something.

Yeah, Aiden has a fever,

which we think is due
to an infected dental abscess.

Oh, that would explain a few things.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, he's just been going through
gallons of mouthwash,

and I noticed
all the painkillers had gone.

Ah, it's always his bloody teeth.

What about his mood?

You said he was sick, not moody.

Yeah, uh, Mrs Bradbury,
Aiden's just been a bit...

..well, agitated since he arrived.

I'm trying to figure out
whether that's his normal demeanour

or whether it's the infection
causing this behaviour.

Aiden's always been
a bit highly-strung.

It's just he's been saying
some very strange things.

Oh.

It's the aliens again, isn't it?

Take a seat.

Well, it all started when Aiden
first had his braces fitted.

And how old was he then?

11.

And he'd only had them on
a couple of weeks,

and his first adjustment
was coming up,

and he told us
that he could feel them vibrating,

like they were receiving signals.

From another planet?

An alien spaceship.

Peter - that's my husband -

used to have to drag him along
to his dental appointments.

I took away
all his books and videos.

I thought maybe that would help.

Did you ever consider
getting professional help?

I wanted to take him to a shrink.

And I should have insisted.

How was he doing at school?

Oh, Aiden was never
a brilliant student,

so it took us a while
to notice any change.

But then he started skipping days.

And then his friends
stopped dropping by.

So how long did all this go on for?

A whole two years.

Then one day, Aiden disappeared.

For how long?

48 hours, apparently -

the day he was supposed
to have his braces off.

The cops were called,
but there was no sign of him.

Two days later, he wanders back in
looking like a wreck,

minus his braces.

What happened to the braces?

The aliens took them

to decipher the data that were being
recorded over the previous two years.

And through all of this,

the parents never considered
schizophrenia

or some other form
of mental illness?

No. The husband wouldn't hear about
his son having a mental illness.

The alien talk
stopped after that anyway,

so never mentioned again,
problem solved.

And he's been fine
for the last five years?

Yeah.

Claims it was all over once
the aliens got their receiver back.

So, the No.1 question is,
what set him off today?

Ah, yes.

Well, the drug screen was clear.

The only thing we do have to go off
is the infection.

Well, I guess the Truth
really is Out There.

Ha!

Why don't you get his mum
from the quiet room?

She can spend some time with him.

I'm going to go over the X-rays.

Deanna's right, we shouldn't
have entertained this clown

in the first place.

But I understand that there are
extenuating circumstances,

and I take it that
we believe Roy is genuine.

Oh, definitely.
Absolutely. Without a doubt.

Right. So what we need
is a game plan if he calls back.

We need to convince him
to call Triple-0.

No kidding, Deanna.
What do you think we've been doing?

I don't know what you're doing.
If you'd listen...

There's no need to carry on
like a bunch of galahs.

The main thing's to keep him
on the line long enough

for the police to trace him, right?

Well, he seems to be
most comfortable talking to me,

so if you don't mind,
I'd like to follow this one through.

That alright with you, Deanna?

Mm-hm.

Good.

When he calls, tell me immediately.
I'll call the cops.

Good luck, Dan.

Very well handled.

Nelson. What are you doing here?

Ah, sorry.

You should be taking it easy,
looking after yourself.

If there's any outstanding paperwork
you need farmed out, I'm your man.

Thank you, but it's done.

Oh.

Well, I thought
I'd do the rosters for you.

They're done too.

You should go home.

Thanks, but I'm fine.

Look, you've had a terrible loss.

This really isn't the place
you should be doing your grieving.

It's as good a place as any.

Well, his OPG radiography
confirmed what we thought.

He's got a systemic infection
due to the dental abscess.

Which is spreading so fast, it
could be the cause of the delusions.

Correct.

Aiden?
Yeah.

What did the psychiatrist say?

Well, she's convinced that he firmly
believes what he's been saying.

Who would've thought braces held
the key to intelligent human life?

Sorry, I did the braces thing
as a kid.

I hated every minute of it.

Okay, well,
I can't bump him off to Psych

until I determine whether the
infection has spread to his brain.

So, aliens or not,
we need to do a lumbar puncture.

You really think he'll let us
get close enough to do that?

If, um, someone with the magic touch
agrees to help us out?

I'll talk him through it.

Great. I'll go talk to his mum.

Set up for the LP, please.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, All Saints Emergency.

(anxiously) Dan, is that you?

Hi, Roy. How's Sam doing?

I don't know what to do!
You've got to tell me what to do!

Nelson, tell Frank he's back.
He'll understand.

Calm down, Roy.
I can't understand you, mate.

She's not breathing.
I don't think she's breathing.

Then you need
to call an ambulance now.

I think it's too late.
What do you mean, it's too late?

Roy? What's going on? Talk to me.

I need to know
if she's breathing or not.

I don't think she is.

Okay, remember before
how I told you to check Sam's pulse?

I need you to do that again now.

Yeah, okay.

Are you checking?

Cops are tracing the call now.
Keep him talking.

Roy?

There's a pulse.

She's got a pulse, great.
Do you know CPR?

You mean mouth-to-mouth
and all that stuff?

Yeah, yeah. I can do it.

Okay, good.
But don't do anything yet.

Just check for a pulse again.

She's still bleeding, Dan!
Just check for a pulse.

We'll worry about the bleeding
in a minute.

I can't feel anything.

Jesus. She's dead, isn't she?
I've killed her!

Roy, you have to stay calm, okay?

Just hold your hand
up against Sam's mouth.

See if you can feel her breathing.
(Roy sobs)

Roy?
Roy, for God's sake, listen to me!

I know. I know
you didn't mean to do it, okay?

It's too late
to worry about that now.

Just look at Sam's chest for me.
Is it going up and down?

Is she breathing?

He has to start CPR.

No, she's not breathing.
Okay.

I want you to roll her onto her back

and I want you to put her chin up
so you're opening up her airway.

Okay.

Are you doing that?

Yeah.

Okay.
Now give her five quick breaths.

I can't...
Just do it, Roy, okay?

You need to breathe for her now,
okay?

Okay, I've done that. What now?

Check for a pulse,
if there's not one there,

you have to start
the chest compressions, okay?

I'm starting compressions.

Just tell me where you are and we'll
send you an ambulance straightaway.

How many do I have to do?

15, and then check for a pulse again.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Please, God,
tell me you've got an address.

They'll give it to me
when they've got it.

Keep going. You're doing fine.
Try to keep him calm.

She's breathing.
She's breathing by herself.

And there's a pulse, Dan.
It's pretty weak, but it's there.

That's great, Roy. You did great.

Is she going to be okay?

No, she's not going to be okay!

She could stop breathing again
at any moment.

She's badly hurt, you need to
get her to hospital now.

Do you understand this?

But she's getting her colour back.
She's improving.

She's in shock,
and it's just a matter of time

before she goes back into
cardiac arrest - again.

Do you understand?

Bloods. Fluids.

She needs bloods, she needs fluids,
she needs surgery.

Just let me call an ambulance
for you.

No, I can't do that.
They'll put me in jail.

Then just tell me where you are,
and I'll come round by myself.

Just me. I promise.

I promise I won't tell anybody.

Just tell me your address, okay?

Check Sam's pulse again, Roy.
I need to know her status.

ROY: It's weak, but she's breathing.

Still weak but she's breathing.

Not for long.

Okay, that's good, Roy,
but it's still not going to last.

You need to tell me your address.

I can still help her,
if you just tell me where you are.

You're not seriously going to let
Dan go to this guy's house, are you?

Just relax.
He knows what he's doing.

She'd been seeing someone, you know?

I found out and I-I just... lost it.

I didn't mean to hurt her.

And I believe you, man.

I was threatening
to use a gun on myself.

Sam...

..she laughed.

She told me to do it.
Can you believe that?

Her pulse. Keep checking it.

Just started screaming and yelling,

and then the gun just went off.

Her pulse, Roy.

It's faster, a lot faster.
Is that good?

No, if it's faster, that's not good.

Please, you have to trust me.

Tell me where you are.
I'll come alone, I promise.

Roy? Talk to me.

Mate, if you really
didn't mean to hurt her,

then you have to let me help you.

I can save your wife if you
just let me, but if she dies...

64 Maple Grove, Southside.

Thank you.

Now, it's going to take a little bit
of time for me to get there,

so I want you to talk to Dr Beaumont.

No, you said it'd just be you.

Roy, you need her.

Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Roy, Dr Beaumont.

The address is 64 Maple Grove,
Southside.

Female with a gunshot wound.
Her husband still has the gun.

Thank you.

DEANNA: Okay, Aiden,
we're ready to start.

I need you to keep
really still for us, alright?

You're safe with us. I promise.

Okay. Here we go.

Try to stay calm.

Aiden?

CATE: It won't take long, mate.

You okay there, Jack?
Yeah, fine.

Mate, I don't want to hurt you.

I need you to stay completely still
until I'm finished.

Do you understand?

Aiden, you're doing fine.

Good man. Just stay still.
It will all be done in a minute.

Okay. Here we go.

You'll just feel
a little bit of pressure.

Damn, he moved.

Don't know where the needle went.

The spinal cord
could be compromised.

Jack, he's completely shutting down.

Cate, get Frank.
Yep.

Come on, Aiden. Come on.

Reflexes are fine.

Neuro obs intact.

No sign of physical damage.

What's going on with him then -
he doesn't seem to want to move.

I would say that it's

a psychological response
to the procedure.

Did you manage to get any CSF?

No, he moved
before I could get proper placement.

Then you'll need to try again.

No way, Frank. It's too dangerous.

I gave him 10mg of diazepam
before the first one.

He still managed to move.

Then get Psych back down here.

MAN: They can't stop me
from seeing my son.

No-one's trying to stop you.
They're just doing some tests.

Are you Aiden's dad?
Peter Bradbury.

Frank Campion.
What's wrong with him?

I'm afraid we're not sure
at the moment.

Can I see him?
Yes, of course.

Aiden, your dad's here.

Hey, mate. How are you feeling?

No. Don't take me there.

Don't! Don't let him touch me!

It's that alien nonsense again,
isn't it?

Isn't it?

Yeah. Your son has been
speaking about aliens.

Yeah, I knew it.

He seemed very scared of you,
Mr Bradbury.

Can you explain that?

He was very clear on what he said -
"Don't let him touch me."

Do you know what he's talking about?

No idea.

Well, the psychiatrist who saw Aiden

said he was displaying
some very specific behaviour -

shying away from touch,
regression, fear of males.

These are all indicative
of possible sexual abuse.

What exactly are you suggesting?

We're not suggesting anything.

We just want to know
what's going on.

Maybe if we go over
what we already know.

When Aiden was brought in here,

he was convinced
he'd been taken by aliens.

Look, we've been through all this
years ago.

Do you wear glasses, Mr Bradbury?

No. Why?

Just he was spooked
by our protective gear,

our goggles in particular,

perhaps the lights in here.

None of this ring a bell?

He did mention a blue chair.

Oh, God, no.

What's wrong?

He didn't just say,
"Don't touch me."

He also said, "Don't take me there."

Dear God, Peter.

The lights, the goggles,
the protective gear.

The blue chair.

And I always took him.

It's his dentist he's scared of!

Samantha Pickforth, 28.
Gunshot wound, left side chest.

Intubated at scene.

Rescus.

Second bag of IV Hartmann's running.

Estimated blood loss, 1,500ml.

Two units of O-neg, urgently.
Got it.

Sats 90. BP's 90/45. Heart rate 120.

Where was the husband?
What husband?

On three. One, two, three.

The husband. You didn't see him?
Sorry.

Do the usual bloods.
Group and cross-match, please.

I've got those.
Let's get a second cannula in.

He must have taken off
when he heard the sirens.

The husband shot her?

Yeah. What about the cops?

Arrived just after us.
Found the gun near the body.

Serious injury down here.

She needs to be stabilised and
got to theatre straightaway, please.

It adds up - front door was open,
everything was done right.

She was in the recovery position
on the floor.

Bleeding had been stopped.

You did great, Dan.

MACHINE BEEPS
She's crashing.

Well, it won't mean anything
if we can't save her now.

VINCENT: Stop compressions.

MACHINES BEEP

She has a pulse.

Sinus rhythm.

BP's coming up, 90/50.

Colour's improving, too.

Well done, everyone.
Let's get her to Theatre.

Nelson.

You go, I've got this covered.

Nelson!

Wait up.

It's alright, mate. It's alright.

I'm going to kill that bastard.

The police are on their way in
to take your statements.

Beating up the dentist
isn't going to help Aiden.

That bastard molested my son.
I have to do something.

Sure you do.
Why don't you help your son?

He's going to need to come to grips
with what's happened to him,

and he'll need both of you
to do that.

You're not going to be much use
to him if you're in jail, are you?

Why don't you leave the rest
to the police?

I need to see him.

Sure.

You right here?

I've, uh, called and organised
for a social worker to come.

I think you need to
speak through your feelings

just as much as Aiden does.

You don't understand.

All that alien abduction stuff
that Aiden used to go on with,

that was him reaching out to me.

And what did I do... (cries)

I took away his books
and his videos -

all the things that he loves.

He's screaming out for help
and I punished him.

How were you supposed to know,
Mrs Bradbury?

I am his mother.
I'm supposed to protect him.

I'm so sorry, Aiden.
But we'll get help.

You'll be fine, okay,
you and me and Mum.

We'll work through all this together.

Mum's just out there.

I'll organise a social worker.

Jack's already done it.

It's going to be
a long road back for them.

The whole family.

You know Nelson's walked out?

Yeah.

Dr Campion,
I know I shouldn't say anything,

but are you sure it's a good idea
that he comes back to work?

We'll find out soon enough, won't we?

Things okay out here?

Sure.

Look, Deanna, about before...

..I wasn't trying
to undermine you or anything.

I know the rules are in place
for a reason.

So I...
It's fine.

You know where I stand on that,

and, well, let's face it,
you had a great outcome.

I'm big enough
to admit when I'm wrong.

Really?

I'm not an ogre, I'm just trying
to run a tight ship, that's all.

Sure.

I'm not a push-over either, Dan.

And, well, with the way things are
at the moment around here,

I can't afford to have anyone
rocking the boat.

Got it?

(knocks) Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Do you have
a Samantha Pickforth here?

I'm sorry, I can't
give out patient information.

It's confidential.

Look, I'm her neighbour,
I saw an ambulance take her away.

This is the closest hospital, so I'm
pretty sure they brought her here.

I'm concerned, that's all.
I don't need to see her.

I'd just like to know how she is.

Alright. Take a seat.
I'll see what I can find out.

Thanks.

Hi, can I please have the police?