All language subtitles for All.Saints.S09E13 - Getting To Know You.en

BREE: Pupils are equal and reactive.
Mary, can you hear me?

(man wheezes) Check her BP again
and watch her breathing.

Don't talk, Jack.

Just take slow, deep breaths
and let me worry about the patient.

I'm fine. Just concentrate.

(coughs)

I checked her vitals, she's stable.

Let me get this combine
on that burn.

She's in sinus brady.

Pass me the 500mg minijet
of atropine.

She's down to 30 beats a minute.

Hang on. She's up to 72.

Increase her oxygen.

Oh, give me a break,
will you, Jack,

and just keep sucking down
on the O2, thanks.

Mate, can you hurry it up?

We've got something weird
happening here.

CHARLOTTE: What have we got?

This is Mary Moore, 60 years old.
Found collapsed in the shower.

No idea how long
she'd been there.

She must've been unconscious
for hours before I got to her.

Laceration to back of head and
large bruising to left leg and foot.

Did you find her?
Yeah, yeah.

The water in the shower
was freezing,

and she's still hypothermic.

Temp's 34.8
from 34.4 with a space blanket.

You alright?

GCS 11. Heart rate 126.
BP 98 systolic.

On three. One, two, three.

Do we know any more?
Um, not a lot.

I woke up smelling smoke
and found her in the shower.

DAN: Are you neighbours?

Circulation's probably compromised
in the left leg.

I got her out before
she suffered much smoke inhalation.

What came first -
the collapse or the head injury?

Jack, are you giving them
a hard time like you gave me

about that burn on your arm?

Somebody get Curtis.
He can take a look at that.

It's nothing, Frank.

Like hell.
You'll get yourself checked out.

You've been enough
of a hero today.

Now shut up and enjoy being a punter
just for once.

Curtis, get him out of here.

Any idea
what started the fire?

Firies reckon there was
a very well-done roast in the oven.

I hope they're wrong.

If they're not, it meant she spent
the whole night in the shower.

And out.

Your lungs sound clear.
The cough should resolve itself.

Yep.

Hang on. I need
to take a look at that arm.

No, it's fine. I wanna be there
when Mary wakes.

Sit, please.

It's not too bad.
It will need some cleaning up.

You'll need to take
some pain relief home.

There didn't seem to be too much left
at home the last time I looked.

Oh, I live...

I used to live
in the same duplex as Mary -

she's my landlady.

Did you manage to get anything out?

Only her. Lost the lot.

I've got a spare room
if you need somewhere.

Thanks.

I'll worry about where to live

once I figure out
what made Mary headbutt the tiles.

CATE: He came to us after the ambos
responded to a call from Alaska.

Someone called triple-0
from Alaska?

Well, that's gotta be a first.
Yeah, I thought so too.

Mr Ahearne was online,
instant messaging a friend,

when he collapsed.

Hence the 12K call.

Hmm?

It's 12,000km to Alaska,
give or take a kilometre.

Right.

The ambos had to break in.

He's dehydrated

but he stopped vomiting after he was
given metoclopramide in transit.

He's jaundiced.

He has a generalised rash

and guarding
in the right upper quadrant.

Everything else is guess work -
he's barely spoken.

But you can talk?

He certainly knows how
to say no.

Is that right, Mr Ahearne?

I'm guessing that hurt, mate?

Mind if I call you Bruce?

Do we have his history - anything
that'd explain the jaundice?

No. I've looked for medical records,
but nothing.

His blood pressure's up slightly,
150/90.

Pulse is 98. He's febrile at 37.6.

Are you on
any medication, Bruce?

Look, we're here
to help you, mate,

but we can't
unless you help us too, alright?

Let's get those LFTs away
and I'll organise an abdo X-ray.

In the meantime,

let's take some bloods
for a drug screen -

hep A, B and C serology
and a blood alcohol level.

You're thinking alcohol withdrawal?
He does seem pretty agitated.

I think if we can get him to speak,
we'll be able to stop guessing.

Capillary refill in the left leg
is greater than 10 seconds.

Her temperature?
35.6 tympanic.

And her BSL's stable at 5.0.

ERICA: Here you go,
this will warm you up.

Hey. How's she doing?

CHARLOTTE: Her temp's still down,

but we're sending her
for a head CT and a spinal series.

Then we'll play chicken and egg
about what came first -

the fall or something else.

Well, she did suffer an episode
of transient sinus bradycardia

in the ambulance.

When I said "we" I didn't
include you. Take a day off.

No, thanks.

I'd like to go to Radiology
in case she wakes up.

(sighs)

Mr Ahearne.

Without taking blood,
we can't run the tests that we need.

No.

I promise I'll be
as gentle as I can.

Mr Ahearne.
Come on, don't do that.

Hey! Come here.

You've gotta get back into bed.

It's okay. It's okay.
I've got you.

(sighs)

I'd listen to her, Bruce.
She knows tae kwon do.

Where are we off to?
He didn't say.

(softly) Home.

Hey, we're talking.

Can I tell you something
before you go, please?

If you stay, we've got a good chance
of finding out what's wrong

and you can go home for good.

If you go, you'll only be home
briefly and you'll probably be dead.

So, talk to me, Bruce.
Tell me what's happening.

Jack...

I didn't realise
how bad that fire was.

If you need anything,
you let me know, okay?

Yeah, thanks.

The head CT's normal apart from some
degenerative changes related to age.

The origin of the fall
wasn't cerebral?

Yeah. It's more likely cardiac,
given the episode of low heart rate.

Could have been an isolated case.

Do you want a 12-lead ECG?

Thanks, Dan,
and can you hurry Pathology up?

Her urine tested positive for blood.
Sure.

We've got no history on her?

Nothing on record, Frank.

All I know is
she doesn't get many visitors

and she goes to church on Sundays.

She never hit you up for a consult
knowing you were a doctor?

No. We say hello.

Occasionally
I help her in the garden,

and if she cooks a roast,
I'll score a meal,

but we give each other space.

What are you doing in my bathroom?

It's okay, Mary.

Hey, it's Jack. You're in hospital.
How are you feeling?

Oh, bloody freezing.

We're working on warming you up.
What's the last thing you remember?

Having a quick shower
after I put the roast on for dinner.

Do you remember slipping over
or having a fall?

No, no.

Are you gonna be my doctor?

No, Mary, he's not.

But I will be right here.

I've got your blood results back,
Bruce. Do you want to hear them?

I do.

His hepatitis tests are negative.

In fact, he's been immunised
against hep A and B.

But he probably knew that already.

His blood alcohol levels are clear,

but his X-ray shows his liver's
enlarged, and his LFTs...

That's liver function tests, Bruce.

..well, unfortunately
they're all over the place.

How about his GGTs and ALTs?

Both way up.

All of which means we're definitely
talking liver failure.

Have you had liver problems before?

I think it would help to hurry
Pathology up with that drug screen.

Are you expecting something
specific?

Maybe.

Your CT scan, unfortunately,
didn't explain why you collapsed.

At least I haven't lost my marbles.

After star trekking it
from the shower to here,

I thought I'd finally joined
Alzheimer's Anonymous. (Chuckles)

Nelson said you need these.

Mary, I'm concerned
about your leg.

You may have laid on it for a long
time and cut off the circulation,

and it may have done some damage,
so I'd like to send you for an MRI.

What have you done to yourself?

You need to listen to this.
Are you alright?

I'll call Radiology.

Ah.

Mary, there was a fire.

The firies - they did
everything they could, but...

You're okay?

Yeah. I'm fine...

..but the house, it's gone.

Oh... dear.

Well, houses can be rebuilt,
can't they?

I'm just glad that we've both
come out of it in one piece.

You'll need somewhere to live

and you'll need someone
to look after you.

Oh, I'll manage.

I don't think you will.

You could be recuperating
for a while.

So, is there any family
that I can call for you?

My son, I suppose.

If he's still working
in the same place.

Curtis!

Bruce Ahearne's drug screen.

They have got to be bloody joking!

(angrily) Curtis!

Not what you were expecting?

Would you do me a favour?

Go over and grab his chart
or something, then walk away.

Leave the curtains open.

I could if I knew
why I was doing it.

It's an experiment.

Where's bloody Curtis?

What the hell does he do
around here all day?

Nothing much, considering
he has to do two jobs at once.

What the bloody hell is this?

We've got an accreditation
coming up in a week,

and two days straight, the resus
trolley hasn't been checked.

Of course it's been checked.

Not according to Admin.

It's not my job
to check these things.

You're the bloody
Nursing Unit Manager,

but I'm the one that cops
the phone calls from bloody Newell.

Trolley contents confirmed and
defib tested, mate. It's all there.

Dated but not signed.

So, according to Admin,
it never happened.

Obviously,
being a nursing practitioner,

along with the other things you do,
is getting a little bit too much.

So, maybe we should start
reassessing your duties here.

It's one oversight, Frank.

One too many when there's
an accreditation happening.

It won't happen again.

It better bloody-well not,
because if we fail this accreditation

because of lousy clerical errors
like this,

it'll be your head.

Okay. Now what?

Pretend not to watch.

Tell me a story.

Yeah, like I'm employed
to amuse you.

It's too late.
The patient's making his move.

You think he might be agoraphobic?

Possibly.

Should I order a Psych Consult?

No.

I'd like to be sure
he needs one first.

Every now and then, I like
to pull the curtains shut too.

Okay, Mr Moore.
I'll say it another way.

Your mother has nowhere to live,

and even if she had,
she can't do it on her own.

On top of which, there might be
some more serious underlying...

Mary's son hung up on me.

How will I tell her that?

You've gone all quiet on me, Mary.

I was thinking about sage stuffing.

Fair enough.

Why?

I make it fresh from my herb garden.

Jack can never get enough.

Do you guys eat meals together?

On special occasions.

He's such a lovely young man.

I've never understood
how he ended up so lonely.

Let me guess.

He's either not there anymore
or he didn't want to know.

I have to call back.
He wasn't available.

You remember that time you came home
late one night in the pong-mobile

and you drove it right over
the new rose bush I'd just planted?

Yeah.

You've got the same look
on your face now you had then.

He just didn't want to know, did he?

I probably would have been
more surprised if...

Mary? Mary!
ALARMS BEEP

She's in sinus brady again.

Mary, come on. Can you hear me?

BP's dropping. 50/30.

Okay. 1mg atropine.

Mary!

Jack, out of here now.

Mary!

Jack, out now. Leave us to it.

DAN: Jack.

SEAN: How's his temp?

CATE: 37.8.

It's going
in the wrong direction, Bruce.

We want it down, not up.

Come on, this silence
is killing us both, mate.

You have to help me out here.

Are you okay with me
looking in your wallet, Bruce?

It's probably fair to warn you that
I'm gonna take silence as a "yes".

What are you looking for?
I'm not sure.

What do you see?

Driver's licence.

Very out-of-date
driver's licence.

You haven't driven a car
for five years. Is that right?

It's okay. I've got you.

It's alright.

What is going on with you, mate?

Okay. Atropine's kicking in.

Blood pressure's up - 70/50.

Should I do
a 12-lead ECG and some bloods?

Yeah.
Troponin, cardiac enzymes and UECs.

This has got to be why she took
the fall in the first place.

Which means bugger-all unless
we figure out what's causing it.

The next time
we might not get her back.

The atropine
has worked so far, Jack.

It's a short-term measure
and you know it.

Hey, hey. Welcome back.

How are you feeling?

Did I faint again?

Yeah.

But we're going to figure out
what's causing it.

(whinces)

Did that really hurt?
Hmm.

I can't feel my leg very well.

Mary, I'll be
as gentle as possible.

Oh, God,
I'm turning into a weepy old cow.

Hey, hey.
I promise I won't tell anyone.

Apart from last night,
this hasn't happened before?

The occasional dizzy spell,
but I've never passed out.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because the first thing
I said to you was,

"If you're going to move in,
we keep ourselves to ourselves."

The first thing you said to me was,
"No loud music, no loud women."

Instead, I had to listen to
those crazy video games of yours.

The occasional loud woman would have
been a lot healthier for you.

For all you know, I might have
snuck in some quiet ones.

You get some rest.
Stop giving away my secrets.

Her body temperature's improving
but her feet are like ice,

and I can't palpate any pulses
in her left foot.

Her first pathology result's back.

She's hyperkalaemic.

Here urea and creatinine
are elevated

and there's also myoglobin
showing up in her urine.

Looks like we're dealing
with onset rhabdomyolysis.

Dan, we need to start her
on a sodium bicarbonate infusion.

Resonium PR,
and put up another bag of fluids.

Should I put in a catheter
to measure her output?

Good idea.

If this doesn't improve
in two hours, she may need dialysis.

Sure.

Charlotte, have you got a minute?

No allergies or drug reactions
that you know about?

SEAN: None that I know of.

Thank you, Bruce.

That includes
any meds he might be on.

I just can't get a history.

If he carries on like this,

he'll need
somebody else's liver.

If he lasts long enough
to make it to the top of the list.

(exhales)

I don't know what else to offer.

You've done all the tests
that I would've done.

Maybe get Psych down here -
find out why he's not talking -

and order a liver ultrasound.

Do you think it might
be environment related?

Possibility, but...

Yeah.

(sighs) I'll go check it out, then.

You what? What?

I'll go to his house, have a look
around, see what I come up with.

You cannot break into
a patient's house.

Ambos did.
You're not listening to me.

Get a friend or a relative to go,
please.

If he told me whether or not
he had relatives, I would.

Can you look after him?

Hey. Where are you going?

Where's he going?

He's taking his break.

Of course he is.

He's probably worked
a whole two hours straight.

Bloody unions.

Hey!

Too many of these will kill you.

Yeah. You only have
my best interests at heart, right?

I'm off to Bruce's place.
You want to come?

Our patient Bruce?

Yeah.

Are you game?

What for?

See if his liver failure
is environment related.

Do we have permission from him
to do that?

No, we don't have permission.

Well, you can't just go
and break into his house.

Look, something is
causing his symptoms

and if he won't tell us
I'll have to find out.

Yeah, but...

I thought you were a woman of action.

Hang on, I'm coming.

I just contacted the nephrologist.
He'll be down soon.

I was just about to do that.

How are you doing?

Wondering how you're doing.
Is the arm hurting?

I'll live.

Worked out where yet?

Well, I will.

Alright, Mary. You're all done.
Thank you.

Jack, can I have a word?
Yeah.

There is some
left ventricular failure

which could be associated
with chronic bradycardia,

but it doesn't explain
the episodes of syncope.

So, I'm going to get Dan
to put her on a Holter monitor.

It may give her some idea
of any subsequent events.

Mary's blood results.

Mary, your blood results show that
your kidney function is worsening.

How could that happen?

The amount of time that you spent
laying on the shower floor

has caused a condition
called rhabdomyolysis.

What that means is that
your muscle fibre has broken down

and being released into your blood.

That doesn't sound good.

It isn't.

We'll have to put you
on a dialysis machine.

It's just temporary, until your own
kidneys start working properly, okay?

CATE: How creepy is this place?

You think?

You don't get that vibe?

Looks pretty clean, though,
apart from being overgrown.

There's no gullies or run-offs

that could be channelling
industrial waste.

Yep, well, he's obviously
not a gardener,

so that probably rules out pesticide
and fertiliser exposure.

I'd call is sad, lonely.

Oh, yuck.

Guess that must be
where he collapsed.

Yep.

So, what are we looking for?

Don't know.

Meds, empty booze bottles,

anything that might explain
what's going on with him.

Hey.

You do the bedrooms,
I'll do the bathroom?

Sure.

HAUNTING MUSIC

CATE: Sean!

Sean!

So much for him living alone.

Look, you can see where his responses
to his Alaskan friend

started breaking down
as the delirium set in.

It's amazing he held it together
enough to even write that.

You know,
this is really bad feng shui.

What?

Having your work space
in the same room as your bed.

I read that somewhere.

Well, as bad as feng shui goes,

it probably doesn't get
much worse than that.

Okay. I'm definitely changing
my vote back to "creepy".

CHARLOTTE: Mary, do you get
pins and needles or cold feet?

Pins and needles, no, but I get
terribly cold feet in the winter.

Is her temperature normalising?

Yep. It's 36.2.

This is driving you mad, isn't it?
What?

He can never keep still
for more than five minutes.

He hates having nothing to do.

You can go if you want, you know.

I want to be here.

I'll get onto the vascular
team and see what they say.

Trauma incoming -
patient versus coffee table.

Still no ICU bed available for Mary.

Oh.

Okay. Well, we'll have to
dialyse her in Acute.

Dan's going to take you
for another ride, okay?

Of course. I'll be fine, Jack.

Is he running a business here?

Yeah, maybe.

It's clothing.

Delivery date - two years ago.

Saucepans.
Delivery date - three years ago.

Kitchen detergent - seven years.

Light bulbs -
delivered five years ago.

This isn't a business, Sean.

Most of this stuff's been delivered
and opened here

but it's hardly been touched.

You know what?

In the interests of saying
what I really think,

are you ready to reconsider
that Psych consult?

Alright?

Bugger.

Look here what I found.

What do you think?

Do we have a match?

What do you mean?

Mother and kids.

My God.

He lost his entire family
in a car accident.

Same year those boxes in the other
room started getting delivered.

I don't think he's left this house
since the accident.

BREE: Kimberley Patterson,
12 years old.

Tempered glass tabletop she was
standing on shattered and gave way.

Hello, Kimberley. I'm Von.

Did you come in on your own?

Mum's at work.
She's gonna kill me.

I think she'll be more worried
than angry, don't you?

What have we got?

Sustained multiple deep
and superficial lacs to both legs.

15mg of IV morphine given
as per protocol.

Okay. Let's get her transferred.
Von, as soon as you're ready.

Okay. I just want you to
move your bottom over there for me.

That's it.

NELSON: Where's Cate?
Lunch break.

Shouldn't she be back by now?

Okay.

The pain will go soon.

Nelson, can I please get
1.5mg of midazolam, please.

Heart rate 102. BP 90 systolic.
Sats are 90 on six litres.

Alright, Kimberley. I'm Dr Beaumont.

Do you want to tell me
what happened?

(cries) I was putting a poster up
in my room.

I need you to keep her legs
as still as you can.

Just going to hold your legs.
The doctor will be very gentle.

No, it'll hurt.

No, it'll be fine,
but if it does, you tell us.

What sort of poster was it?
Hurry up, Nelson.

Justin Timberlake.

Yep. Knew he was dangerous.

Should have got something else
to stand on.

Yeah, but the coffee table
was closer, yes?

5mg midazolam.

1.5.

Right. Sorry.

Alright, Von, we're going to need
bloods for FBC group and hold.

I was being really careful
to stand on the edges

where the table part is,

but then I forgot
and stood on the glass top.

It's okay. It's alright.
It's okay.

The bandage is going back on.

Okay.

I'm gonna bleed to death.

No, you're not.
We wouldn't let that happen.

1.5mg of midazolam in.

Kimberley, look at me.

It's not as bad as it looks,
alright?

Here we go.

I think I'll get in touch with Mum,
hey, let her know where you are?

I'll call.

It's alright, love. It's alright.

Oh!

So, that answers the question
of what he's been living on.

Hmm.

Yeah. Fast food, all delivered, hey?

Sean, you better come
and take a look at this.

Righto. Mum's on her way.

She would like you to know
just how much she loves you.

Hi, Kim. How are you feeling?

Floaty. Doesn't hurt as much.

That's what we like to hear.

Jack, take a break.

You haven't eaten today,
you haven't had any coffee.

Thanks. I don't really have
the stomach for it.

What did the vascular surgeon say?

The circulation is still compromised
in her left foot,

and if we don't see any improvement,
she might lose it.

FRANK: Curtis! Where's McMasters?

Lunch, as far as I know.

Isn't it great to know
the NUM of this department

doesn't know where his staff is
at any given moment.

Well, we're short one doctor, Frank,
in case you hadn't noticed!

If there is any logic in you leaving
a mind-numbingly boring message

asking people to leave their number
when you never call them back,

it utterly escapes me, Alison.

For the umpteenth time,
if you want the record of costs,

then bloody well ring...

Hey! Where the hell have you been?

Breaking into a patient's house
and stealing his drugs.

I'm not in the mood, Everleigh.
Get back to work.

And you better have
a bloody good explanation

why a patient's records
weren't entered in the Triage system.

You've got a visitor.

How are you feeling?

Like part of the furniture,

which I probably look like,
with all this hanging off me.

Ah, well, it's all necessary, Mary...
(clears throat)

..and it's all helping.

I know.

I've been wondering
what my son said to you.

How about we concentrate
on getting you better first?

I want to know.

Um... he asked for time
to think about things.

You wouldn't lie to an old lady,
now, would you, Jack?

Oh, don't play poker.

He's not coming in, Mary.

Didn't think so.

Been hating me for years,

so it's no surprise
he doesn't want to see me.

Unless it's to get his hands on
the insurance, that is. (Chuckles)

What happened between you two?

His father used to drink a bit -
quite a lot, actually.

It made him...

Well, he beat me. More than once.

I was terrified he'd hurt Alex,

so I packed the boy up in the middle
of the night and we disappeared.

Pretty gutsy thing to do.

Alex never forgave me
for taking him away from his father.

Well, did he know why you left?

Didn't have the heart to tell him.
He adored his dad.

As soon as he was old enough,
he tracked the man down

and hasn't had anything
to do with me since.

Well, maybe it's time
you tell him the truth.

I don't think he'd listen.

I could call him.
Maybe I could change his mind.

No. Once is enough, Jack.

Are you okay to do this?

After what I saw
at your house today...

I'm really sorry for going there
without your permission.

I understand why
you don't want to chat.

So, is it alright
if I talk for the two of us?

I'm fairly certain now

that you didn't want
to hurt yourself deliberately.

But this self-medicating
is going to kill you.

You see this one?

In small doses, it's a fairly
harmless herb that helps you relax -

geez, sometimes it even
makes you feel euphoric.

But then after a while,
it takes you from alert to drowsy.

You have trouble sleeping,
don't you, Bruce?

So you either take more,

or you move on to this,
which is a remedy for insomnia.

But the sleeplessness
just never stops, does it?

I know you thought this one
would ease your anxiety,

and it's not the worst choice
you could have made...

..but what it's done
is to cause severe liver damage.

And-and this one.

When your head is thumping,
your chest is going to explode,

this will help.

But the side effect
of low blood pressure

causes dizziness and fainting...

..which brought you to us.

We can...

..we can take care
of your body, Bruce, no worries.

But what we need to talk about
is your heart.

At your house,
there was a newspaper clipping.

It said you and your wife were about
to go on your second honeymoon,

but that she and your daughters
were killed in a car accident

the day before you left.

And in trying to make
some sort of sense of that,

if it's possible
to make sense of it,

you started hooking up
on the Internet

with other survivors
that lost people they love.

Bruce, forgive me, mate,
but I'm going to take a stab at why.

Because maybe spending all your time
in those chat rooms

was a way of creating something
positive out of losing a family...

..and because maybe
there are some things

you just couldn't say out loud.

It's easier to type it, isn't it?

No-one can see
what you're really feeling

when you're sitting at a keyboard.

Can you remember the last time
you actually spoke to anyone?

Face-to-face, I mean.

That's why I... I bought the drugs.

I thought, with the right medicines,

maybe I could
leave the house one day,

because Jenny
would have wanted that.

What the hell were you thinking?

I was thinking about
helping a patient, so was Sean.

Sean? I don't give a damn about Sean.
Sean is not my responsibility, Cate.

We had no idea
what was wrong with Bruce Ahearne.

We probably still wouldn't
if we didn't go to his house.

That doesn't make it right.

You didn't have the patient's
permission to enter the house.

Some of the drugs he'd ordered
off the Internet were restricted,

some we'd never even heard of...

I don't give a damn what you found.
Nelson, come on.

We were on our break, acting in the
best interests of the patient.

You're letting Sean
influence you.

Oh, give me a little bit
more credit.

You want credit, Cate?
Don't expect it from me.

Nelson...

Just get on with what
you're supposed to be doing.

Anything I should know about?
No.

CHARLOTTE: Hey.

Hey. Is Mary alright?

Are you?

Yeah.

Just thinking about my mother.

You know, if the ward had have called
me and asked me to come and see her,

I probably would have said
the same thing Mary's son did...

.. "Go to hell."

That's basically what I said, right?

You had good reason, Jack.

Still said it.

You know,
I think you're underestimating

how much of an impact
this has had on you.

I think you need to
take some time out...

..work out what you're going to do,
where you're going to live.

I can always find a place
to lay my head.

Worse comes to worse,
I'll crash in a hotel or something.

I want to sort Mary out first.

PHONE RINGS

VON: Sounds like she'll need
some time in rehab

and then possibly...

Don't worry, everyone. I'll get it.
CHARLOTTE: Frank...

..to a step-down facility,
a nursing home.

Well, once we work out what's
causing the episodes of syncope,

it could take even longer.

When you've got a timeline
of what you need,

tell me and I'll make some calls.

Okay. Thanks, Von.

Look, the vascular team
want to see me.

Jack, I've got the preliminary
results for Mary's Holter monitor.

Thought you might like a look.

BOTH: Sick sinus.

That's what I thought.

No, I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

(angrily) Everleigh, walk with me.

You may think you're a Triton amongst
the minnows around here, mate,

but you're not.

What you are is a doctor
working in my ED,

and during your rostered hours,

I expect to be able to trip over you
at any given moment.

What I do not expect,
and will not tolerate,

is a member of my staff
illegally entering a patient's house.

You're absolutely right, Frank.

Are you taking the piss?

Not at all.

But if I think
turning up for work

wearing nothing but a long tie
will help a patient,

then that's what I'll do.

Now, unless there's anything else
I need to know,

I've got a patient to deal with.

Well, next time you feel like
pulling a stunt like that,

you make sure
I'm the first to know.

MARY: A pacemaker?

Does this mean
I've been having heart attacks?

No.

Sick sinus syndrome means

that your heart's just lost
the ability to beat regularly,

so when it beats slowly,

that's when you're having
your blackouts.

So, the pacemaker's
going to fix that.

I know it probably sounds scary,

but a new pacemaker
can mean a new lease of life.

This time yesterday
I was out in the fresh air

and now you've got all these things
in me and you want to put in more!

Mary... there's something else
you need to know.

The surgeons - they told me
that once they put the pacemaker in,

they're going to need
to relieve the pressure in your leg.

Well, at least that's something.

There might be some permanent damage,

and they might need to take
some of your toes.

I'm sorry.

How am I ever going to
get back into my garden?

Hey, you might need some assistance -
a cane or a walking frame -

but you're not going
to lose your independence.

We'll get through this,
I promise you.

You've got the best cardiology team
in the country

waiting for you
up there in Theatre,

and I'll be up first thing in the
morning to check on their work, okay?

Thanks, Jack.

I mean it.

Good luck, Mary.

So, have you thought about
where you're going to live yet?

Ah...

No, I've had a couple of offers.

Oh. Okay, then.

What? Why did you say it like that?

I don't know.

I've been thinking that
since Jess has moved out,

and I'm paying double rent,

and you need a roof above your head,
so, maybe we could do business.

I don't know, Dan.

I've got a PlayStation 2.

So did I.

And I've got a pool.

You've got a pool?

Maybe.

Interesting.

You think we should
be working together...

Look, Jack, look,
I'm not offering to marry you, okay?

I'm just offering you a room.

So, think about it.

Curtis, are you
deliberately trying

to screw up our accreditation
or what?

You're costing us money.

This person came in for blood tests

and wasn't even entered
in the Triage system.

Tell me, how are we supposed
to recover costs

if there's no record of her?

Apparently
McMasters was on Triage that day,

but then you took over the shift.

So, tell me, mate,

how many of your stupid mistakes am
I going to have to explain to Admin?

I will sort it out.

You bloody well better.

DOOR SLAMS

MAN: Daniel!
Hey.

Where did you go shopping? Darwin?

(laughs)

What? Is it too much?

Shop assistant talked me into it.

It looks good on you.

Yeah, it really does.

Thanks.

She must have been pretty cute.

Thanks, brother.
PlayStation warming up?

Got it cranked up
when I heard your rust bucket.

I thought that you said
that your car keys got cremated?

Yeah. Dad taught me
how to hot-wire cars.

Listen, that's me unpacked,
except for...

..essential fluids, 375ml.

Fantastic.

And... essential gaming software.

Awesome!

You are so going to
get your gamer-arse kicked.

Okay.

What do we want?
Chilli sauce or barbecue sauce?

Jack!

Chilli sauce or barbecue? Thick or
thin crust? What do you want?

Barbecue, thin, chilli, thick -

and loser of the first game
pays, alright?

Oh, free meals to boot.

Jack Quade, you are a spade.