All language subtitles for All.Saints.S09E08 - The Mercy Seat.en

PHONE RINGS

Hey!

Emergency.

Sorry. What did you say?

A birdie told me
it was your birthday.

That birdy should be plucked,
stuffed and microwaved.

Alright, thanks.

Trauma incoming. Multiple injuries.

Details?

Woman was run down in the CBD,
jaywalking.

Where's Curtis?
No idea, Frank.

Juliet Spinks -
pedestrian versus four-wheel drive,

thrown approximately 6m
on impact.

Bloody four-wheel drive.

Bloody four-wheel drives travelling
in excess of 60km/h in the city.

Occipital head laceration with LOC,

possible broken ribs
and pelvic fracture.

Resus.

What's her GCS?

Four on arrival,
500ml blood loss on site.

Intubated and IV Hartmann's.

NELSON:
Frank, I need to talk to you.

Not now.

BP 100/50, tachycardic 110,

oxygen sats 96%,
full spinal precautions.

We did a load-and-go.

Base, this is 978.
We'll be clear in five.

Who the bloody hell
needs a four-wheel drive in the city?

Some people need to feel superior,
Frank.

You know what it's like.

Frank, now!

You alright in here?
ALL: Yep.

Cate, we'll need a surgical consult.
CATE: Okay.

Copy that, Base.
Lorraine, we've gotta go.

This better be bloody good.
Where have you been anyway?

Ah, Admin.

You hauled me out of Resus
to tell me about a memo I've missed?

No. There's a rumour flying around.

Fascinating.
Why don't you tell the tea lady?

Frank, I am serious, okay?

Everyone upstairs
is talking about it.

Really?
Yes.

Deanna Richardson has filed

a sexual harassment claim
against you.

Is that it?

You ever heard of ostriches, Frank?

Done.

Good. What do we
have to do now?

Dr Newell said that everyone involved
has to be interviewed

so that Frank gets a chance
to defend himself.

It's perfectly fair.

Yeah, good.

They'll probably want
to talk to you.

Oh, why?
I didn't see or hear anything.

You saw me straight
after I told you what happened.

(sighs) Look, this could
cost Frank his job, I'm...

Whose side are you on?
No, Deanna, wait.

No, I can't let him
get away with this.

You know that.

If I don't stand up to him,

then sooner or later
he'll try it on someone else.

I'll see you tonight?

Yep.

Oh, okay!

Maybe we should've brought a cross
or holy water or something.

If there's a cute vampire
in there, he's mine.

Come, come.

All yours, mate.

Here.

Miss Sharona.

She's sick.

Don't fuss, Boris.
You'll burst something.

I'm Lorraine.
This is my partner, Bree.

Hi. You're not feeling well?
I feel fine.

She needs to go to a hospital.

There's a temperature
and she has a sore...

It's bad.
A sore, what?

Arse, if you must know.

Sharona, can you just lean forward
for us for a sec?

We'll just have
a quick look.

Okay.

Honestly, it's nothing.

Boris is right.
You need to come to the hospital.

I'll get the trolley.

For a day trip,
I'll need a few things.

Boris?
I have it all ready.

You really are worth more money,
you know that, don't you?

Yes, Miss Sharona, I do.

Heart rate's 110, sats are 96%
and BP's 100/50.

Not too bad,
considering her injuries.

Don't tempt fate.

VINCENT: Severe chest ecchymosis
and contusions,

probably broken ribs.

Probable fractured pelvis.

Hurry up Radiology, will you?

I've got a bad feeling
about this girl.

Now who's tempting fate?
I'll do it.

This bag's almost through.
What fluids do you want up, Vincent?

Run a bag of gel
straight through, please.

Start her on a strict fluid balance.
NELSON: Frank?

This is Douglas Spinks,
Juliet's father.

This is Dr Campion.

How is she?

We're still assessing her injuries,
Mr Spinks.

Organise an orogastric tube,
a catheter, an ECG.

I'll group hold and cross-match
for six units of blood.

Sorry. Did he say blood?

No blood. Please, listen to me.

She can't have blood
or blood products.

It's really important.

Your daughter may have
some internal injuries,

so I need to type her blood in case
she needs a transfusion or surgery.

No. You have to understand.

We're Jehovah's Witnesses.
Do you know what that means?

Yes, we do, Mr Spinks.

They're about to take X-rays.

Why don't you come with me
and we'll have a private chat?

I'm going to type her blood anyway.

You can't go against his wishes,
Vincent.

I'm not going against his wishes.
I'm just being prepared.

You're not going
to debate this with me?

No, no, no. I respect your position.

But I'm obliged to inform you
of the medical repercussions.

Please sit down.

Your daughter has been
in a very serious accident

and we suspect
she may have internal bleeding.

Well, I understand that.

Left untreated,

this bleeding can lead to
what's called hypovolemic shock

which, in turn, can lead to
cardiac arrest and death.

I'm sorry.

But there are alternatives
to giving her blood,

I know that for a fact.

Yes, there are.

So if she needs surgery,

you could do it
without a transfusion, correct?

Yes, but the alternatives
aren't as effective,

particularly in major trauma

where the haemoglobin levels
can fall dramatically.

I understand.

There's a Jehovah's Witness
Liaison Committee.

Would you like us
to call them for you?

Oh, yes. Yes, thank you.

Mr Spinks,

does your daughter
have a Jehovah's Witness card

saying she can't have
blood transfusions or blood products?

Oh, yes, yes. We all do.

It's, um, there.

Good. Thanks.

There's no card here, Frank.
You sure?

Yeah. I've checked twice.

She's got a right haemothorax,
a fractured pelvis

and a simple fracture of the skull.

We need to do a chest tube.

Alright. I'll set up for it.

What's the story with the father?

There's no story -
we treat her normally

except we give no blood
or blood products.

With a haemothorax
and a fractured pelvis

she's probably bleeding as we speak.

"No blood" isn't an option.

We'll cross that bridge
when we get there.

It's a short bridge, Frank.
She's going to need blood.

Yes, I know that, Vincent.

I appreciate you have
a duty of care to your patient,

but violating her religious beliefs
is not in her best interests.

Just get the chest tube in,
then we can get her off to CT.

DAN: One, two, three.

BREE:
Take care of yourself, Sharona.

No much chance of that,
unless you can cure paraplegia.

Where's Boris?

He was right behind us,
in that hearse of yours.

Hey, Sharona. I'm Dr Beaumont.

Are your eyes sore?

No.

I just don't like
to be recognised, that's all.

Oh. Me too.

Okay, you've been feeling off-colour
for a few days. Is that right?

Yes.

Lethargic, a bit feverish -
kind of crook, you know.

And how's your appetite?

What appetite?

Can you tell me how long
you've had the bedsore?

No, I can't.
I can't see it. Can't feel it.

Okay, we'll get you into a gown
and I'll take a look for myself.

I know you, don't I?

I mean, not personally,
but you used to be on telly?

Yeah.

How long have you been
in the wheelchair for?

I've just celebrated
my 20th anniversary, since you ask.

Are you on any medication, Sharona?

Just paracetamol.
Okay.

And gin, of course.

You're Shrieking Sharona,
aren't you?!

You got it, buster.

Oh, my God!

You used to host
the 'Friday Night Screamfest',

all those old horror films.

Oh, my God. You're so cool.

You're so...

What?

Sexy.

You little devil.

Now, if you could just scare me up
a private room,

I'd be very grateful.

Mmm.
Absolutely.

I'm just warning you
we could have a problem.

I hope your team understands

that we have to respect
the father's decision.

They understand. They don't like it
but they understand.

It's imperative we treat cases
like this with kid gloves, Frank.

I'll make sure

the Jehovah's Witness
Liaison Committee is informed.

Already done.

Is it likely she'll need blood?

It's very likely.
She's in CT now.

We'll know more
when we get the scans back.

Oh, okay.
Thanks for letting me know.

Right.

Hey, listen,
this sexual harassment rubbish -

is it true?

You're not taking it seriously,
are you?

We have to. You know that. How
on earth did you find out about it?

It's supposed to be confidential.
It's a crock, Alison.

Do I have to remind you

that when it comes
to bullying female staff,

this isn't the first charge
laid against you.

It's still a bloody crock.

What on earth were you doing
with her behind closed doors,

and after hours?!

What were you thinking?

It was a private conversation
in an office that we share.

Besides, Deanna asked to see me.
That's not the story I'm getting.

She was trying
to cover her arse over Von

and another incident
involving Curtis.

She wants a permanent position
as a Nursing Unit Manager in ED.

I said I'd be damned
if I'd let her get it.

Why not go through proper channels?

What's wrong with
following the rules for once, Frank?

For God's sake, Alison,

I didn't lure her into a hotel room
and slip her a mickey.

Alright, well, we have to conduct
formal interviews with all parties.

You know that.

If you want,

I'll put you in touch with an
Employment Equity Contact Officer...

I'd rather have my teeth pulled.

..who will be delighted
to provide you with support

and information
on grievance procedures.

(scoffs)

I underestimated her, didn't I?

Yes. You did.

By the way...

Mmm?

..happy birthday.

She gonna need more fluids.

Her BP's down to 95/50.

Give her 500ml bolus.

How's her urine output?

30ml in the last hour.

She's got 300ml of blood
in her chest tube bottle.

Is that bad?

Well, it's not good, Mr Spinks,

but we're doing everything we can
for her.

How's she doing?

Borderline.

What's the CT show?

She has no underlying head injury,

but she's got
an encapsulated splenic haematoma.

If that starts bleeding,
we're in big trouble.

Yeah.

Okay, let's set up
for a central line, an arterial line.

Let's do repeat blood gases
and an FBC.

Got it.

Excuse me. What's happening?

We're doing everything we can
to keep her blood volume up.

It's just that your daughter's
injuries are so extensive...

It'd be best
if you waited in the Quiet Room

until we get the situation
under control.

Yes, of course. Please, do
everything you can. She's my baby.

Frank not here?

He went to see Alison Newell.

Why? What's up?

Just your patient's fiance
has arrived.

He'd like to come in.

Her what?

He's just right here, sir.

MAN: How is she?

Uh, Mr Wolf,
this is Juliet's father, Douglas.

Hi. I'm James.

I'm sorry we haven't met.

I've never seen this man before.
I don't know who he is.

I'm Juliet's fiance.

Since when?

Look, can I see her, please?

This is Dr Campion.
I want an answer!

Since when have you
been engaged to my daughter?

Jesus, is somebody gonna tell me
how she is?

She's badly injured.
Her condition is serious.

Can't you operate?

That's probably what
we'll end up doing. Yep.

Why is it taking so long?

Because she can't have
blood products.

Her treatment
is somewhat complicated.

That's correct.
Juliet wouldn't want it.

She is not a practising
Jehovah's Witness anymore, okay?

Look, I consent to the blood,
Dr Campion.

I consent to whatever
you have to do.

If my fiance needs
a blood transfusion,

you give it to her - simple.

I'm afraid it's not simple.

We're obliged to respect
her father's opinion

about whether we give her
blood products or not.

Unless your opinion's
been changed by this?

No. It hasn't.

A person's life exists
in their blood.

To accept blood from someone else
is like... Well, it's like...

You are killing her!

Hey, it's not going to get you
anywhere, mate, okay.

I'm her next of kin.

I'm the man she's going to marry,
and I say give her the blood.

And I'm her father!

And you do not,
do not have my consent for this!

Do you understand?!

Alright. I'll need to refer this
to the Guardianship Tribunal.

What the hell is that?

It's a board that convenes
to make medical decisions

when there's no established guardian

or when there are conflicting
points of view over treatment.

And how long's that going to take?
Not long.

They know decisions
have to be made fast.

How long's she got
before it's too late?

At her present rate of
deterioration, maybe an hour.

This is bullshit!

You want me to get the ball rolling?
Yep.

Mr Spinks...

..your daughter wasn't carrying
a Jehovah's Witness card.

Are you sure?

Mm-hm.

Well, that doesn't mean anything.

Maybe she lost it,
or it's at home.

I just thought you should know.

Ah, there you are.

Got the Tribunal convened?

Yeah, but I haven't
notified Admin yet, though.

I'll let them know.

Look, about this
sexual harassment claim...

Not interested.

Yeah, well, Frank,
you better get interested

because it's not gonna
go away, right?

Now, I've been through the grievance
resolution procedures and, um...

Haven't you got
something better to do?

I do, actually -
a thousand things.

I thought it might be more fun
to help you out.

I don't need help. I'm innocent.

I know that

but the allegation's been made
and Admin have to pursue it, okay?

They're can be held
legally responsible

for any active harassment
committed by their employees.

Bully for them.

Look, now there's gonna be
this conciliation...

Where you going?

To let Alison Newell know
about the Guardianship Tribunal.

We need a decision now.

Frank, Frank. Hey, Frank.
Frank. Please. Hey!

Don't be so pig-headed about this.
Call your medical union.

See what they can do
to support you against this claim.

I don't need support from them
or anyone else.

It's a bloody lie.

It doesn't change the fact
you could lose your job.

ALISON: Were you aware
of who called the meeting

between Deanna Richardson
and Dr Campion?

Deanna said that Frank had.

Were you able to see or hear

any part of the conversation
that took place in the office?

No. The door was closed.

But after she came out,
she told you what happened?

Dr Quade,
answer the question, please.

She said that he'd
had given her a choice...

..either have sex with him or
he'd have her kicked out of the ED.

Did you believe her?

All I know for sure
is that she was upset.

Look, I don't see
how my opinion is relevant.

I wasn't in the room, so...

Deanna Richardson's
a friend of yours, isn't she?

Yes.

Casual friend, good friend,
close friend?

What does that have to do
with anything?

BEEPING

Um, Dr Newell,
they need me in the ED.

I'm gonna have to go.
Fine.

We'll pick this up later.
Alison?

Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt
your little witch-hunt.

We need to convene the Tribunal now.
We've got a problem.

Okay, can I have your name
and date of birth please?

Sharona McDonald,
23rd of the sixth, 1974.

Mm-hm. You wouldn't
be lying to me, would you?

Oh, Danny, you know it's rude
to ask a girl her age.

(sighs) Alright,
but I'll only whisper it.

Yeah, it's a stage two
sacral pressure area.

Sharona, it's been developing
for a while.

I'm surprised your home nurse
didn't pick up on it sooner.

She's got better things to do
than stare at my arse every morning.

She practically runs
the entire household.

I'm not going to beat her up
for one little slip up, am I?

What are my chances of scoring
a dry martini?

Oh, let's see.

Um... zero.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

It's advanced.

If we'd picked up on it sooner

we could've avoided debriding,
but it's not...

Are you bad-mouthing Sarah again?

Sarah's your nurse?

Carer. Sarah the Carer.

The best damn nurse in the west,
and I won't hear a word against her.

I'd like to see the qualifications
of Sarah the Carer.

That's blind incompetence.

Should I organise a bed for surgery?
No, I'll do it.

Oh, Frank, can I talk to you
if you've got a second?

Well, I had a second last Wednesday,
if memory serves, but not today.

It's important.
More important than my patient?

Alison Newell interviewed me about
what happened between you and Deanna

and all I could tell her
is what Deanna told me.

And that'll be the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the bloody truth.

I didn't want
to get involved, Frank.

Do you believe her?

It's not a difficult question.

I'm not sure
what she'd have to gain by lying.

I see.

I'll get back to my patient.

There was some big scandal
about Sharona and her offsider.

I can't remember his name.

He wanted the main host job big-time,
but it was never gonna happen.

Sharona was way too popular.

Then the next thing you know,

there's some big, terrible accident
in the studio

and she just disappears.

I'm assuming, into a wheelchair.

You really don't remember her?

I really don't.

But then I didn't watch
the Friday night screamy-thing.

I did.

'Attack of the Flesh Eaters',
classic film.

'Island Blood Lust', awesome film.

'Deathwalker High'.

Come on, you must have heard
of 'Deathwalker High'.

Can't say I did.

Zombies attack this school and
turn all the teachers into zombies

and the kids are forced
to fight them off, basically.

It's much more complicated...
Oh, it's a fantastic film.

The school principal
eats the quarterback's brain

right out of his skull.

Quarterbacks don't have brains.

Just like NUMs don't
have personalities, hey, Nelson?

Sorry.

I never imagined you
as a horror movie freak, Dan.

Alright, I object to the term "freak"

but apart from that
guilty as charged.

Shrieking Sharona, man,

she was the queen
of the horror flick.

She was a goddess.

She used to do this scream
at the end of her show

and I'll tell you,
it's the stuff of nightmares.

"Somebody's walking over your grave
and that body is mine!"

(screams)

Somebody's gonna kick your backside
if you don't get back to work, argh!

How is she?

Her output's decreased and she's
still bleeding into the chest tube.

HB's down to 7.

Clinically she'll need more
than just fluids, Frank.

I've known cases where patients
survived after we stopped blood.

What does that mean?
What's happening?

We're monitoring her, James, okay.

So nothing, right?

Nothing's happening. You're not
doing a damn thing to treat her.

Mate, we're doing everything
we're allowed to do.

Are you... You're in charge, right?

I gave permission to give blood
and take her to Theatre.

Why isn't that happening?

Do any of you
actually give a damn about Juliet?!

She's all we care about

but we have to ensure
we're doing what she'd want.

Oh, give me a break.

She would want to live.

If you're too gutless to help,
you'll explain to a judge

why you stood here
with your thumbs up your backside

waiting around while she died.

James, the Tribunal
will want to talk to you.

State your case to them.

In the meantime,

go and have a cup of coffee
and let us get on with our jobs.

That was diplomatic, Frank.

You can't blame the guy
for being frustrated. We all are.

Yes, I know.

But the decision's not in our hands.

Some decision, huh?

Either we run the risk of her dying
or we damn her soul.

FRANK: Is there any chance
of hurrying up the Tribunal?

You know better than that.

We're running out of time.
She's still deteriorating?

This could get tricky.
It's already tricky.

You've met
with the Jehovah's Liaison people?

Yes, of course I have.

This isn't about a patient's
religious beliefs anymore.

It's about who has the right
to consent on her behalf.

It's not your problem.

Alison, I've got
a 20-year-old girl down there,

at the very beginning of her life,

who may or may not
have just got engaged.

Now, I know we can save her
if we act right now.

And I also know
that every moment we delay

increases the chances
that she might die.

It's times like this
when respect for people's beliefs

starts to grow a little thin,

especially when we don't even know
that they're her beliefs anymore.

The Tribunal's gonna act
in the best interests of the patient,

so you've gotta let it go.

Just get me an answer, will you?

By the way,

put me down in your diary
for a 5 o'clock meeting today.

The contact officer's coming in.

We're going to discuss
grievance procedures

and the Deanna situation.

And, Frank, don't go
near the woman, alright?

You'll only make matters worse.

(scoffs)

SHARONA: Thank you, Boris.
You're an angel.

Excuse me.
Sharona McDonald?

The very same.

I'm Von Ryan.

I am the Discharge Planner Nurse.

Can I call you Sharona?

Of course.

Okay, well, it's my job to make sure
that everything's in order

when you get home.

DAN: Maybe get you one of those
state-of-the-art mattresses

so this pressure-sore thing
doesn't happen again.

What about my transfer
to a private hospital?

Something nice, you know,

that feels more like a hotel
than, well, a hospital.

You did ask them to transfer me,
didn't you?

I did, I did.

Yeah, look, we've just put that
on hold for the moment.

There seems to be a problem
with your private health insurance.

Social Work is looking into it.

What sort of a problem?

Your cover's expired.

Since when?

Well, a couple of months actually.

Are you sure?

All of my insurance premiums come out
of my bank account automatically.

Sarah organises it for me.

Well, could this Sarah have made
alternative arrangements?

Not without talking to me first.

Bloody banks, always cocking up
something or another.

Well, perhaps I could call
your nurse, try to check this out.

Do have her mobile number, please?

I can't remember it.
Boris will, though.

He's got a memory like an elephant.

Well, come with me
and we'll make the call

and see what we can sort out.

I'm sure it's all
just a misunderstanding.

Yeah, it'll be fine.

FRANK: My question is -

can you be 100% certain
that she still believes what you do?

I thought you said you respected
my position on this.

I do, but my job is to make sure
that she gets through this,

and I'll walk over broken glass
to make sure that that happens.

I won't trample her beliefs.

But I need to know
what her beliefs truly are.

So please, humour me.

We used to talk about it.

When her mother was ill,

we discussed transfusions
several times

in case we were ever confronted
with the issue.

And we were.

I can still see Juliet looking her
mother's doctor in the eye

and telling him that having
someone else's blood forced on you

was like being raped.

Those were her exact words.

I get the impression
you haven't seen much of her lately.

Two or three times in the last year,
that would be all.

You didn't know she was engaged?

(laughs) I didn't even know
she had a boyfriend.

Are you surprised he's not
a Witness - even a bit disappointed?

Well, you know kids,
they go their own way.

But I know a person's core beliefs
can't be rejected just like that.

You scratch a lapsed Catholic,
you'll find a believer.

How long have you
known each other, James?

Four, five months.

Not long, I guess,

but I knew she was the one
on our first date.

How long have you been engaged?

I proposed after three weeks.

Wow!

She kept saying,
"Wait, you're going too fast",

but she knew it was meant to be,
like me.

She wasn't wearing
an engagement ring.

Oh, right.

We're getting it re-sized. Here.
Oh.

It's the day she finally said "yes".

Look at this.

She's a beautiful woman, James.

Yeah, she is.

Don't know what she sees in me.

Come on.

She's got one of those
incredible minds, you know?

Always wanting to know
how things work, why stuff happens,

what the connections are.

That's why she started questioning
this whole JW thing.

And that is why I know
that if she was awake now,

she would be saying,
"Give me a transfusion, please."

You had that conversation?
Specifically, I mean?

But I know where her head is.

Has she ever had surgery before?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

How do Jehovah's Witnesses
feel about organ donation?

Is it the same as blood?

I'd imagine so.

Are you an organ donor?

Yeah, sure, it's marked
on my driver's license.

What about Juliet?

I'm not sure.

It's so hard to be sure, isn't it,

unless you've actually had
that conversation.

The social worker called the bank
to see if there was a problem.

And?

Yep, the account was closed down
four months ago.

So no automatic debits.

Huh.

Well, I'd love to have a little chat
with Sarah the Carer.

Yes.

I wish I hadn't left that damn
message for her now.

CHARLOTTE:
Pathology results are back.

Hi.

What?

Sharona McDonald.

We've just discovered

her home care nurse
is ripping her off.

We THINK she's been
ripping her off.

Oh, God, that's disgusting.
Is there anything we can do?

Social Work's onto it.

But we did just call her
and left a message on her phone

so we've probably tipped her off.

(tersely) I know, Dan. I know!

PHONE RINGS

Oh, man.

Given the health fund
a swift kick in the pants for me?

Sharona, do you check
your bank statements?

Why?

Well, there seems to be
a few irregularities.

Such as?

Your principal account
has been closed down.

Well, I told you before,
the bank must've cocked things up.

You know what they're like.

I'll change to a new one
when I get out of here.

This doesn't seem to be
the bank's fault.

Your nurse
closed the account down.

So I was thinking,

would you like me
to go round to your place?

I could collect the bank statements,
we could go over them together.

Honey, I'm not crazy about people
poking into my private affairs.

No, of course not, I understand.

But...

But under the circumstances...

Well, we could kill two birds
with one stone.

I could check
the mattress, bath, shower -

just make sure everything's
ready for you when you go home.

There's bound to be
a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Of course.

Sarah's my friend.

She looks after me.

Hospital protocol demands
that sexual harassment allegations

be kept strictly confidential.

Did you know that?

So if I find out

that you're the one that's been
spreading it over the whole building

I'll lodge a formal complaint
against you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Secondly, we both know that no sexual
harassment actually took place.

So, when you fail to prove it,
and you will fail,

I'm gonna sue you

for defaming my professional
reputation and character.

Except it's not really about me
proving my case, is it?

The reality is it's about you having
to prove that you didn't want sex

in exchange for my job security.

How are you gonna manage that?

Let the cards fall where they may.

Indeed.

And you'd do well to remember
that I hold the Jack of Hearts.

And my Jack will tell everyone

just how upset I was
when I left the office last night.

What have you got up your sleeve?

Nothing?

I thought as much.

VINCENT: Free fluid in the abdomen.

600ml through the chest tube.

She's actively bleeding.

HB's down to 5.

The haematoma's ruptured, hasn't it?

Pump those fluids through
and prep her for Theatre, please.

Even if we get her to Theatre,
the chances of a good outcome...

Yeah, I know.

Still no decision.

Do they know how long it'll be?
Well, it's a complex one, Vincent.

Are they aware
that this woman's dying in there?

FRANK: What's going on?

You know that bridge
you talked about before,

we're halfway across it.

What's her status?

The haematoma's ruptured.

She's being prepped for Theatre

but she needs blood replacement
and she needs it now.

Alright, alright.

Look, Frank, you're a doctor, you're
in the business of saving lives,

not waiting for someone
to make decisions for you.

There's bound to be
a verdict any minute, Frank.

I mean, there has to be.

CATE: BP's 80/40. Sats are dropping.

Keep pushing those fluids through.

It's not doing any good, Frank.
JAMES: Oh, God, no.

Frank, she's been typed
and crossmatched.

We've run out of time.
What?!

I'm gonna authorise the blood.

Start the transfusion.
Thank you, thank you so much.

I'm sorry, Mr Spinks.
VINCENT: Come on, let's move.

Yep, Juliet Spinks.

I hope you can live with this
because I doubt she can.

I know this is
very hard for you.

You have no idea.

Mr Spinks, it's for the best,
I know it in my heart.

Curtis, will you let Alison Newell
know what happened?

That was a big call.

Yeah, I know, but everything I saw
pointed to the fact

that the fiance should be the one
to have right of consent.

You should be able to sleep
tonight, then, right?

Just phone Newell like I told you...

..but not before
they start operating.

DOOR CREAKS

VON: Boris? Is that you?

BORIS: Gone.

Sorry?

Everything's gone.

Miss Sharona's beautiful painting.

Her statue.

What? Things have been stolen?

Her silver...

..her beautiful jewellery...

..it's all gone.

And Sarah?

Gone, too.

VINCENT: What's her BP?

JACK: 80/40.

She's hypovolemic.

Suction here.

And haemo-diluted.
I can't control this haemorrhage.

Clamp!

She's bleeding around her IV sites.

She's developing DIC.

Take more coags.

Sponges here.

As if we didn't
have enough problems.

We're gonna need some FFP
and vitamin K 10mg.

NURSE: Coming up.
How many blood units has she used?

This is No.6.

She's not responding.

We're gonna lose her, aren't we?

Get the defib on stand-by, please.

Come on, Juliet, don't do this to me.

She's arresting!

I've said it once,
I've said it a thousand times,

I'm not going
to a bloody surgical ward.

I'm going to a private hospital,
five-star, preferably.

If it were me, all I'd worry about
was getting well.

You're not me, are you?

Maybe she'll listen to you.

You took your time.

So where are they, then,
these bloody rotten bank statements?

What's wrong?

You look like someone
just shat on your best nightdress.

I called the police.

I don't want to hear it.

Danny, can you fix these pillows
for me, please?

Sharona, listen. Sarah has gone.
All of her things have gone.

The money in your bank account -
that has gone.

I didn't give you permission
to call in the cops.

Who gave you the authority
to do that?

The sooner they
can pick up her trail

the better chance of catching her.

She's a bad person, Miss Sharona.

So sorry.

Doesn't matter.

Not the first time old Sharona's
been taken for a ride.

You must think I'm an idiot.

No, we don't.

Sarah was the one who suggested
I give her Power of Attorney.

She said there was no point

in me worrying about
all that kind of stuff.

Seemed okay at the time.

We'll sort this out. Don't worry.

Old has-been.

Look at me.

Miss Sharona.

She will not get away with it.

Any word yet?

Well, you need anything,
let me know.

Oh, bloody hell!
That's all I bloody need.

Thought you'd like to know

the Tribunal just consented
to the transfusion.

Yeah, we heard.

Bugger off, will you, Nelson?

You pre-empted them, Frank,
without authority.

What were you thinking?

My job description says
I arrive here at 8:00, I cure people

and go home at 6:00
and sleep it off.

You realise you could be up
on malpractice charges,

even assault?

Add it to the list, Alison,
add it to the bloody list.

VINCENT: She hasn't responded.

Check for an output.

Nothing.

Can I see the rhythm strip?

Asystole.

Pupils fixed.

How long's she been down?

It's about 50 minutes.

Any objections to calling it?

Time of death 14:32.

I thought she was my friend
but she was just another parasite.

Ah, the price of fame.

Don't give up, okay.

The cops will track her down.

Sharona?

I'm glad I caught you.
I wanted to wish you luck.

I'll need more than luck,
I can tell you.

I come in here with a sore bum.

I end up being taken to a surgical
ward for some horror movie operation

and discover
my best friend's ripped me off.

How was your day?

Well, you're still one of the
sexiest, ballsiest young ladies

that has ever appeared
on television.

Indeed I am.

Now, just because you've been
such a treasure,

how about I give you a good old
Sharona shriek for posterity's sake?

Oh, that'd be great.

Somebody's about to walk
over your grave

and that body is mine!

(screams)

What the bloody hell was that?

APPLAUSE

You're back quick.

Mr Spinks.

Um...

..Juliet went into cardiac arrest
during surgery...

Oh, God.

..and unfortunately
we couldn't save her.

Oh, God.

I'm very sorry.

I'm sure you did your best, Doctor.

This is your fault.

You bastard!

Is there anyone I can call for you?

No.

No, thank you.

If you're here for the meeting,
you're early,

which is a first in itself.

The Equity Contact Officer
hasn't arrived yet.

And I'm writing a report
on what happened today.

Our legal department wanted it.

Fine. Do whatever you have to.

You alright?

I won't fight this sexual
harassment thing

so whatever Deanna Richardson wants,
give it to her.

That's not the Frank Campion I know.

Well, take a good look, Alison,
I give up.

So, what does she want?
Pay a fine? Go to jail? What?

She wants her job back.

(chuckles dryly) Course she does.

Frank, if you're not guilty,
why aren't you fighting?

Oh, I don't know.

I guess it's because
when I was little

I believed in an abstract notion
called natural justice,

but now I'm all grown up
I can see it's a load of nonsense.

I can't prove I didn't touch her up,

or whatever the hell
she's complaining about,

so let's just call it quits,
give her the job back,

and I'll take six of the best, eh?

She also wants an apology...

..in writing.

Hi.

Well, hello yourself.

You are a bloody sight
for sore eyes.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was curious.

I thought I'd come see
where you hang your stethoscope.

Well...

What's in the...

Oh!

Happy birthday, Frankie.

Thanks, Evie.

So, what are we going to do
to celebrate?

No idea.

But we'll think of something.

Hang on a sec, will you?