All language subtitles for All.Saints.S10E05 - The Hearts Of Men.en

SIREN WAILS

How old are you, Nick?

14.

BP's 118 on 72, pulse is 69,

temperature's 36.7
and sats are at 99%.

And where does it hurt?

(Screams)
I'm drowning, I'm drowning!

You're not drowning, you've
just swallowed a lot of blood.

He has a head lac and epistaxis
following a fight.

I'm not sure about LOC.

He's a bit too agitated
to give us much information.

Josh, hi, I'm Dr Gallagher. You've
got to try and keep your head still.

I don't wanna die!
It's OK. It's OK.

What's wrong with that guy?

He'll be fine. Can you lift
your shirt up for me, please?

VON: Right, is Nick ill often?

I don't know. I'm not the school
nurse. I just brought him in.

Tell me about this pain, Nick?

I started in the centre of my stomach

and then it moved over
to the right side.

I can't breathe.

Somebody help me breathe!
RICKY: Try and relax for us.

Nick, Nick, does this hurt?

Yep.

I think it's just appendicitis.

Don't put the doctors out of work,
Nick - they don't like it.

I'm dying. Am I dying?

You're not dying, you just swallowed
a lot of blood from your nose bleed.

(Screams) Don't!

I've gotta do it, OK.

Right, I need you to follow
my finger with your eyes.

Good. What drugs have you taken?

I don't take drugs.

Organise a head CT
with bone windows.

Bloods?

Yeah, FBC, UEC, do a tox screen
urine analysis.

(Coughs) I don't wanna die.

And his parents know
he's been brought in here?

Uh, his mum died two years ago
and his dad drives trucks.

The company have contacted him
but he's...

..on his way back from Newcastle.

Is there anyone else?

I tried to call Nick's grandma,
but her English isn't great.

Well, we can arrange an interpreter.

Don't worry.
We'll take good care of him.

OK, I want you on nil by mouth
and IV fluids.

Anything for the pain?
Oh, yep.

Metoclopramide and morphine.

What about an abdo X-ray and bloods?

Now look who's trying to take
the doctor's job away from him.

I'll phone Radiology.
I'll get the bloods.

OK, we're just going
to clean you up a bit.

Or you can do it yourself.

Alright. All I'm going to do
is take your shirt off, OK?

That's all I'm going to do.
(Breathes heavily)

That's all.

So what was the fight about?

I went around to Donna's,
my kind of ex-girlfriend,

and the clown turned up
and went apeshit at me.

Zoe?

That's some bad bruising there,
Josh.

(Groans)
It's OK.

I think he threw me down the stairs.

Take a deep breath in for me.

(Groans) I can't.

Come on, Josh. You can do it.

Don't talk to me like I'm a baby.

Good.

I'll organise a surgical consult.

And close that bloody curtain.

I don't want everyone
looking at me like I'm a freak.

So... what school do you go to?

Dennison Hills.

Really?

I got lucky with the entrance exam.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

They only take, like, the top 2%
of the State, don't they?

Something like that.
Mmm.

I went to Greendale.

That's a good school.

Greendale, you're kidding me! Gree...

You are kidding me, aren't you?
Yeah.

What's going on here?

Uh, bloods are done,
Nick's a genius.

Right.

Radiology's ready for him.

Right, I'll get a wheelchair.

What do you think's wrong?
Nick thought it was appendicitis.

Well, Nick isn't a doctor... yet.

Have you vomited today?

No. Should I have?

No, it's good you haven't.

OK, here we go.

Do you need anything else,

like a calculus textbook
or an Ancient Greek dictionary?

Do you have a calculus textbook?

Yeah, Goldman, I think there's
one underneath your X-Men comics.

Yeah, that's a joke.
It's not funny, though.

There's no distension,
so it can't be all that serious.

We'll do a full abdo X-ray
and hang the expense.

I should get a lawyer.
Know any lawyers?

Sadly, Josh, yes, I do.

You can't smack someone
and throw them down the stairs

because you don't wanna hear
what they're saying, can you?

No, no, that'd be wrong.

Right, good news and bad news,
I'm afraid.

Your nose is broken.

Oh, man.

But there's no displacement, so we'll
pack it with gauze for a few days.

I'll go get that gear.
How much will that hurt?

Uh, it'll be uncomfortable.

Just for a few days.

I-I-I...

It's just to keep the nose
in alignment.

I'll get something for the pain,
right?

Before that, it'd be good if you
tell me what you've already taken.

I told you -
I haven't taken anything.

Josh, you are not the first person
to come in here high -

you're not even the first this week.

If I say anything
you'll call the cops.

Josh, can we stop dicking around?
What is it - speed, ice?

Yeah, meth. I had a toke of meth.

Thank you.
Now we can start fixing you up.

The interpreter is ready
to call Nick's grandmother.

What do you want him to tell her?

Nothing. Nothing's showing up on his
X-ray. Where's his pathology?

I'll check.

So I tell grandma that he's in here,
he's not feeling well.

I guess so.

His bloods are normal.

Hey, Jack,
you're not doing anything?

That young kid over there
in Acute...

..he came in complaining
of generalised stomach pains

and now lower right-hand quadrant
tenderness.

And?

And nothing.

His bloods have come back normal,

there's no evidence of masses
in his X-rays,

so it's unlikely
to be an obstruction.

OK, well, organise an ultrasound
and call me if anything comes up.

Mate, you'll go and see him before
for me. Yes?

Sure.

Jack.

See that?

He's been like this for a week. He's
blank. I don't know what's going on.

Well, have you asked him?

No, he'll tell me when he wants to -
if he wants to.

It's the mates rule.

The "mates rule"?
That's a bit adolescent, isn't it?

Respecting someone's privacy?
I don't know. Is it?

Yes, it is.

(Gags)

(Muffled gagging)

You alright?

Yeah. I just felt sick.

What are you looking for?

My water bottle.

OK, well, you're nil by mouth
so just rinse and spit.

I'm Jack. I'm a surgeon here.

Am I having an operation?

I don't know until
I examine you, huh.

What class you missing?

Double maths.

Does that hurt?
No, it doesn't hurt there.

OK, look...

..before you came in,
where did you feel the pain?

Around my navel,
sort of radiating out.

Radiating?

Going out from the centre.

Yeah, I know what radiating is -

it's just for a doctor
that has a specific meaning.

It means something different
than it does to other professions?

Mm-hm.

I'll try to remember that.
I have to learn five new words a day.

Do you know what a baldric is?

That's a shoulder strap for a sword.

How about a tantalus?

It's a cabinet for bottles of wine.

What kind of cabinet?
It's a locked cabinet.

Oh, is that the best you've got,
is it?

No.

Do you know what absane means?

I can use it in a sentence if...

Absane...

No, you've got me. What is it?

It means illogical -
like a mix of 'absurd' and 'insane'.

Really?

Yeah. (Laughs)

Didn't make that up, did you?

Don't be absane, doctor.
Why would I do that?

(Laughs)

RICKY: Uh, where were you?

Needed a slash, nursey nurse nurse.

It's registered nursey nurse,
alright?

Now, let's get you that X-ray.

Yeah, cool. Zap away.

Huh, OK.

Oh, Frank, listen,
I don't think it's appendicitis,

but I need you to do the ultrasound
just to be sure.

Already organised.

Thank you.

Von, can you check if there's
a history of bulimia with Nick?

It's just I caught him
with his fingers down his throat.

I'll see what I can find out.

Thanks.

How bright are these lights.

Yep, well, they have to be bright
so that we can see what we're doing.

Hey, you know Donna's new man?

The clown?
Yeah.

Yeah, he really is a clown.
He does kids' birthdays or something.

So I said to her,
"Who's that clown you're with?"

That's funny. And then he smacks me.

Hey, gorgeous.

You're not my type, Josh.

(Laughs)

Are you ready to go?

Josh, did you just top yourself up
on meth in our toilet?

Because if you did,
then I would know

you still had some illegal drugs
in your possession

and I'd have to call the cops.

But we can do a deal.

Alright?

No more trips to the toilet for you,

in fact, no trips anywhere
as long as you're here.

We clear on that?
Clear.

And then maybe if you had something
you wanted to pass on to me...

..I could make it disappear,
no questions asked.

He doesn't mean directly to him,
Josh.

Yes, I do. That's exactly
what I mean.

No, I'm good.

Cool.

Ricky? X-ray.

Yeah, well, the sooner we get
this done, the sooner we can...

I just wanna chill here for a second,
if that's cool?

What are you doing?

Just checking to make sure he hasn't
left any of his stash in here.

That is not what I meant.

What would you have done
if he handed you the drugs?

Uh, sharps bin and, um...

..incinerator.

We can't touch illegal drugs at all -
it is against protocol.

Uh, yep, against protocol.

Can't have that, can we?

Look, I know that. I just thought
it was worth the risk, that's all.

You were risking our jobs too.

Did you even think about that?

I've got a patient
with abdominal bruising

that needs further consideration.

That's what I'm thinking about
right now.

We live with meth addicts every day,
Mike. You're the tourist here.

Sorry, I know what a meth addict is.

We get them in theatre too,
you know.

All safely under an anaesthetic.

(Woman screams)

Us again.

Meredith Blackman, 42. Degloving
injury to arm from a ride-on mower.

Her arm was trapped
but she self-extricated.

Resus now.

(Woman continues screaming)

(Muffled screaming)

Meredith, you have to try
and stay still for us.

(Meredith screams)

Meredith, you're doing really well.
Keep still for us.

What are you? Who are you?
What's wrong?

How do I get out of here, kid?

I don't know.
Um... I'll call someone to help you.

No, no, shut up.

We'll do something for the pain.
Frank?

Morphine, 10 milligrams.

Hughes, we'll need surgical
and vascular consult as well.

Where's Everleigh? Everleigh!

(Nick screams)

They'll look after you, Meredith.

SEAN: This should ease the pain.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Meredith, can you wiggle
your fingers for me?

(Screams)

It would be better
if you didn't look at it.

Meredith, Meredith.

We need to set up for a nerve block.

Get off him!

What on earth is going on out there?

JOSH: I've had enough, alright.

Get off him!

(Josh screams)

No, no, no!

DAN: Zoe, midazolam now.

Vincent, can you handle
the nerve block?

Yep.

(Josh continues screaming)

OK, I've got the midaz.

(Josh screams)

Give me that.

Sedate him, for Christ's sake!

Hold him, Daniel.

SIREN WAILS

What was I supposed to do?
He attacked a patient.

Restrain him, Jack. Not punch him
in the bloody face.

Yeah, we can't have that, can we?

He can smash up the place,
terrorise a kid,

but all we do is say, "Calm down."

PAGER BEEPS

Don't let me hold you up.
You go do your job.

He'll have to wait.

Jack, you're a surgeon.

When you walk in here, whatever's
going on at home you leave it there.

Otherwise you're no good to anyone.

You should have seen the kid's face,
Mike. He was terrified.

And that's all this is about? Right?

Come on, I'm not stupid, Jack.
Neither are you.

So here's what's gonna happen -

you'll get used to the fact
that through some dumb-arsed luck

you stumbled across the very guy
that molested you as a kid.

Then you're gonna face the fact
that with a bit of hard work,

you can get over it and move on.

I should never have told you.

Jack, you've got nothing
to be ashamed of, nothing at all.

Listen, you wanna help that kid
back there?

Then here's what you do.

Find out what his problem is.
Don't make it yours.

I suppose you defending a junkie
is purely professional, right?

Jack, you need to talk to someone
about this, someone you trust.

And do it quick,
because if you don't...

..believe me, it will eat you up.

What happened?

You assaulted a patient
and you bit a doctor.

It's called a psychotic episode.
The meth will do it every time.

I can't... I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Now we need to take
more blood from you.

Screen for HIV and Hep-C,

just to clear the doctor
you chewed a piece off.

Man, I don't have AIDS.
I don't use needles.

Sorry, but we can't take
your word for it.

I can't believe I did that.

That's the trouble with meth.

When you OD, your brain mimics
the symptoms of psychosis,

then you're capable of anything.

And if you keep smoking the stuff,
trust me,

you'll have more episodes
like this, and worse.

Man, I just get high sometimes,
OK? I'm not hard core.

Really.
Right.

But you don't believe me, do you?

You right here, Ricky? I'll go
and get the portable X-ray.

You know, Admin said this was
a waste of time, this room,

when we were building it.

Said it'd never get enough use
to justify the cost.

Do his blood screen
and then get rid of him.

Old revolving door, eh, Frank?
We're not a detox unit.

VON: Usual childhood illnesses.

You know - scrapes, bangs,
a fractured radius.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Well, what did the school say?

Echoed what his teacher said.

He's polite, obedient,
top of all his classes.

What about his home life?

Well, Dad seems as involved as he
can be, given his work commitments.

Loving grandmother. There is
nothing out of ordinary.

It's normal.

OK, thanks.

Right, if you need me again,
please don't. I'll be up with Bart.

Oh, that's right. He's being
discharged today, isn't he?

Certainly is.
Hey.

You alright? The...

Hey. Nick.

Thanks for getting him off me.

No worries, mate. That's easy.

Jesus.

(Groans and sobs loudly)
Ssh!

Meredith, you're doing really well.
Come one, stay with me.

Now, this is going to make your arm
feel just a little bit tingly,

then it's going to go numb, OK?

(Groans and wails)
Ssh!

(Sobs loudly)

Easy does it.

Meredith, what is it?
What's going on?

Meredith, tell me.
I was going to die out there.

I knew I was going to die.

Please, try and stay calm.
Just keep looking at me.

I don't want to die if it's
like that. I don't want to die.

You're not going to die, Meredith.

It was so lonely.

How's that pain now?
Is that better?

Alright, let's give that
a few minutes to kick in,

then we'll get you
up to theatre, alright?

Ssh.

Really, I'm... I'm OK.
Just shut up and let me help you.

Dr Campion. Really...

I'm... OK.
There. That's better, isn't it?

You're looking well.

I feel well.
Good.

Then we should talk about
you going home.

Sure. You do know
my discharge has been postponed?

No, no, I didn't.

Yes, I'm... worried about Homer
going, um, back to an empty house.

Ah, he'll be fully supported,
Frank.

Oh, yes, I'm aware of that.

Then why delay discharge?

And how?
Well...

You're not even his doctor.

I just happened to mention
my concerns to Admin

and the subject
of worker's compensation came up.

What if Bart had a fall
at his home, God forbid?

Especially since he was injured
at work in the first place,

and, um, suddenly they were
talking about postponing things.

I bet they were. Excuse me.

VON: The occupational therapist
has cleared him,

so has the physio,
and I have made sure

everything he needs
is waiting for him.

What about after-care?

He can't be expected to get
himself here three times a week.

Oh, Frank come on.

I've organised transport
for all of his appointments.

The nurse will visit every morning

for his IV antibiotics
and his wound care.

Von, he doesn't want to go home.

Which is exactly why he has to.

You know how easy it is for people
to become institutionalised.

We've got to get him back
to some sort of normality.

It's too soon. It's not safe.
Oh, come on, Frank.

Keeping him here too long,
it's not protecting him.

It's only making it...

..worse.

Useless.

(Pants anxiously)
Meredith?

What's the matter?
What's going on?

I can't... I can't breathe.
(Continues panting)

Hey, BP's 80 on 50.
She's tachy at 110.

OK, just try and relax for me.

Just slow your breathing down
if you can.

JVP's elevated.
She has crackles on the left side.

And there's systolic murmur
on inspiration.

I think she's thrown a clot.

OK, let's organise
an urgent CT pulmonary angiogram.

Mm-hm.

You need to take it easy for us,
OK, Meredith?

Do you want a blood gas?
Yes, please. I'll do the ECG.

Yep. Meredith, we think you may
have a blood clot in your lung.

And before we can treat you,

we just need to do
a couple more tests.

So what you can do to help us
is try and stay calm.

Can you do that? Yep.

What's going on, Nick?

Talk to us.

Might help.

Look, I understand
that when that guy came in,

it would've been
pretty terrifying.

But he's... he's locked away now.
He can't hurt you. You know that.

I know that.

It wasn't your fault.
You did nothing wrong.

I know that too.

Why'd you cut yourself?

If you don't fear pain,
you don't fear anything.

Is that a quote from something?

It's Marcus Aurelius.

It's, like, Shakespeare?

He's a philosopher.

He was big on
the mind controlling emotions.

"If chaos comes, it may destroy
my breath, my flesh,

"but it would not
shipwreck my mind."

Look, I understand you're...

I get wanting to control
painful feelings.

But cutting yourself, mate,

that's not facing your fear,
that's masking it.

Just go away, please.

Nick, you've got nothing to be
ashamed...

What are you thinking?
Is this some form of abuse?

OK, have you noticed
he's stopped worrying

about the pain in his stomach?

Yes, I noticed that.
OK.

What happened?

He's started complaining
of chest pain.

His temperature is up, and he says
he's had a persistent flu.

What's wrong with me?
We're not sure yet.

Pathology's back.
Great.

Ah, looks like you've got
a pretty serious infection, Josh.

What sort of infection?

It's the sort
we normally associate

with intravenous drug use -
but that can't be right, can it?

You've already told us
you don't whack up.

Yeah, I gave blood once.
Maybe it happened then.

Yeah, alright.
I used to blast speed, OK?

But I don't need to do that
with meth. That's the truth.

Organise an echo and chest X-ray

and let's do
repeat blood cultures.

Is there something wrong
with my heart?

Josh, please stay still.

That's what
we're trying to work out.

If I'm right, you may need
to stay for some time...

No.
..while we try and correct it.

I can't stay.
Why, Josh? You got a cat?

Hey, you don't know
the first thing about me, alright?

Josh, keep still. Mike!

Your dealer will still be here
when you get out.

Go to hell!
I'm not... Nah, can't do it.

Mike, there is nothing
in his X-ray.

So he is no longer surgical.

Now, if you will not go,
I will have you thrown out.

I'll see myself out.
Thank you.

We'll talk about this later
when you've calmed down.

Well, it's definitely a PE.

And the trouble is,

standard thrombolytic therapy
could take hours.

We don't have that sort of time
if we want to save her arm.

I don't see how we have a choice.
The clot is life-threatening.

Start a heparin infusion?

Hang on, hang on - why don't we
just take her to angiography

and we access the clot directly?

Risky option.

But if it works...

Uh, Meredith, the scan confirms
that you have a clot in your lung.

That's why
you're having trouble breathing.

Now, normally we would
just give you some medication

to dissolve the clot.

But that would mean
we couldn't operate on your arm.

So I'm suggesting
another procedure

which involves inserting
a catheter

to access the clot directly.

Um, there are, however,

some risks involved
with this type of procedure.

Namely, that the clot could
dislodge and travel to your brain,

and potentially cause
a stroke or a haemorrhage.

Sounds risky,
but it is a good plan.

NURSE: It'll only take
an hour or so,

then I'll take you
up to theatre.

How is he?

Settled.

You don't think it's important
for us to tell patients the truth?

Is that what you were doing?

I thought it was humiliation.

You see, I just don't understand
why we treat drug-users differently

from other patients.

Because other patients
don't go and do the exact, same,

life-threatening thing
20 minutes after they leave here.

And if we keep protecting them
from the truth,

then they just continue on
with more of the same.

All you're doing is compromising
my patient's safety.

And it stops now.

A vigorous clinical discussion,
was it?

Making friends, as usual, I see.

(Clears throat)

Uh, what's happening
with our meth-user?

Has he gone?
No.

Why not?

Well, his X-rays are clear,

but I'm going to have
to review him again.

And that review
would be the reason

you're hanging around
like a bad smell, would it?

I'm not into redemption stories,
Frank,

if that's what you're getting at.

Especially not those
concerning me.

Good, because we're not
in the business of curing addicts.

There are people
who are trained for it,

people who may even know
more about it than you.

That's a comforting thought.

I didn't understand
that cardiologist.

What's this replacement thing
he was going on about?

Mitral valve replacement.

It's an operation
to repair the damage

that the infection has done
to the valves in your heart.

Oh, right, yeah. Heart surgery.

I get it.

Yeah, Josh has been a bad boy,
but he's learned his lesson.

No more needles.
I'm not mucking around here, Josh.

I know.

How likely is that to happen?
The operation, I mean.

So no more drugs.

That's the number one priority here.

Yeah, yeah, OK.
Josh, you could die.

Yeah, I heard that bit.
And you're OK with it, right?

Well, I suppose I'll have to be,
won't I?

I mean, what choice do I have?

This is not your patient, Mike.

I need to review
Josh's abdo injury.

Based on what?
Man, you know, I'm not a junkie.

Despite what you think.

No-one's calling you a junkie.
I am.

Well, let's look at it.

You regularly take drugs

to the point where
your health deteriorates.

You can't stop taking drugs,
even though your life is at risk.

It all says 'junkie' to me.

Mike!
I'm gonna bloody kill you!

Bastard!

(Screams)

Bear with me, Zoe.
I know what I'm doing.

I'm reporting you.
(Continues screaming)

Better join the queue.

We can't find
anything wrong with you,

so either we'll have to send you
for an operation

or we'll have to send you home.

Or back to school.
I don't want to go back to school.

I thought you liked school.

I do, but...

But what?

It's almost over
for today, anyway.

There's no point going all the way
back there just to go home, right?

Is something going on
that's bothering you, Nick?

You know, when I was at school,
tonnes of kids got bullied.

Only wimps get bullied.

It's got nothing to do
with how courageous you are

or how tough you are.

It's got everything to do
with how insecure the bully feels.

They're just making themselves
feel stronger

by putting everyone else down.

I don't want to talk about that.

OK, well, maybe there's something
we could do,

like talk to your principal.

It's not kids from my school,
so the principal can't do anything.

OK, then. What about your father?
Have you told him what's going on?

Why not?

I'll just deal with it.
That's what men do.

Yeah, but... you're not a man,
you're a kid.

And the adults around you
are supposed to be protecting you.

What if they can't?

Don't underestimate people
who care for you.

If you've got a problem...
Did you ever get bullied?

Sort... Yes. And I made the same
mistake you're making right now.

I just tried... I tried to
deal with it myself, you know?

Dad says, "What doesn't kill you
makes you stronger."

Yeah, well, sometimes dads
are just full of shit, you know?

Uh, right, thanks, Jack.
Good on you, mate. Thank you.

We'll be fine. Thank you.

Look, Nick.

You're a smart kid, OK? So we'll
think of something, alright?

SIREN WAILS

I'm going to want to take
another look at your abdomen.

Bit worried you might have
knocked yourself around.

You don't care about me.

You don't give a stuff about me.

That's right. OK, come on, Josh.

Just lie back.

Josh?

(Sobs)

I know. I know.

Sucks, doesn't it.

(Sobs)

He researched
the symptoms of appendicitis

and he knew it would take us
three hours or so

to do our diagnostic tests.

By which time the boys
from the other school had gone.

He could get home safely.
That's the one.

Well, how bad is the bullying?
It got really ugly recently.

Kids stuck his head
through a hole in a fence,

kicked soccer balls at him.

Oh, nice. Yeah. Does his father
know about these other boys?

Nick says he and his father

have a tough love,
"Be a man" kind of relationship.

Well, I'll phone the teacher,
Mrs Capote.

She can alert the school.
No, don't.

He's scared of the repercussions.
He doesn't want anyone to know.

Listen, he's scared.
He doesn't make good decisions.

Well, it's still up to him, though,
isn't it?

Can we just wait until
he sees his dad? Please?

Alright.
Alright.

You don't have
a subtle bone in your body, do you?

Hey, listen, I spoke to Admin.

Apparently you weren't
exactly subtle,

you know, about the high-powered
lawyers you'd bring in

if Bart so much as broke a fingernail
when he got home.

I was merely
watching the kid's back.

Yeah, well, so am I.

Time he went home, Frank.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hey, Frank.

Hey, Evie.

Guess what I just bought.
I've got no idea.

Lamb shanks.
Lovely, fatty lamb shanks.

I'm not supposed to eat lamb shanks,
am I? Am I allowed?

Who said they're for you?
Na, of course they're for you.

What's this all about?

Ah, we'll talk about it later on.

Ah, yes, speaking of 'ron,

Bart's being discharged
from hospital this afternoon

and the poor kid
is absolutely terrified

about going home on his own.

Why is he on his own?

Oh, his parents are overseas.
He doesn't want us to contact them.

Um, so...

Frank, are you asking
if you can have a friend stay over?

Ah, yep. Something like that.

Eve? Eve, you there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, of course. It's fine.

I knew there was a good reason
I was marrying you.

Mind you, the lamb shanks
do sweeten the deal.

I do need to talk to you.

What's that?
No, no, no. Tonight.

If we settle Bart in, then grab some
time together, that would be great.

Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure.
OK, I'll see you tonight.

Frank?
Yeah.

Do you boys want to stay inside
or out in the cubbyhouse?

Ha ha ha. I'll see you tonight.

Thanks, darl. Thanks.

(Sighs)

It's not like you have a toke
and then suddenly you're hooked.

It's... it's incremental.

You know,
it's like one day you wake up

and you're doing way more meth
than you want to be

and you're lying
about how much you're doing

to yourself, to everyone.

Did you try to give up?

Heaps of times, yeah.

But, you know, it's like...

..everything seems so bland
without it.

I can't get excited about anything
when I'm clean.

There's something wrong with me.

No, there's nothing wrong with you.
It's what the drug does to you.

It changes the way the brain
experiences pleasure, that's all.

It actually alters
the chemistry of your brain

so the only thing that gets you off
is another toke of meth.

Nothing else works.

Not love, your mates,

being in a small room
with two beautiful women.

Nothing.

The drug becomes your whole life.

I can't do this alone.

No. Not many people can.

But there's help out there, Josh.
All you gotta do is ask.

Mate, how long is it since you had
a decent night's sleep?

Feels like forever.

Then let's get you tucked in.

Yes, of course I can guarantee
supervision the entire time.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Thank you.

What do you want?

Um, young Josh has agreed
to admit himself for treatment.

Good.

What, are you waiting
for a pat on the back?

Would you give me one?

(Scoffs)

As a matter of fact,
I need a favour.

I want you to take
a blood sample for me.

Missed my call-in time
to the Medical Board.

They are not happy with me.

Why'd you miss your call?

Oh, I was down the local pub
scoring some smack.

I was with Jack.
Ah, yes. Our latest loose canon.

Do you want to tell me
what that's about?

No, I don't.
I just want you to take the blood.

I don't fancy fronting a tribunal
and being deregistered right now.

Mm-hm. Give us your arm.

Just down the bottom
of the big one there.

Yes, yes, yes. I have done this
once or twice before.

Mm-hm.

Hmm.

Guess who I've just had in here.

Zoe Gallagher.

She want to file a complaint,
does she?

I told her she should.
She's got an excellent case.

(Chuckles) Thanks. You're a pal.

Oh, don't thank me.
She wouldn't listen.

For God only knows what reason,

she wants to give you
the benefit of the doubt.

Mind you, she does still think
you're an arrogant prick.

Well, I'd hate to think
I was losing my touch.

I wish someone like you was my dad.

Oh... (Scoffs) ..you don't
really know who I am, Nick, so...

I don't have to.

You talk like I do
and like me for who I am.

That doesn't matter.

I could be pretending.

Just making all this up.

Making you think
that I care about you.

You're not, are you?

You can't tell, can you?

That's my point.

Jack.
What?

Nick's dad's here. He's here.

Can I... be there in one minute.

What are you going to tell him?

Maybe the better question
is what do you want me to tell him?

I just want it all to stop.

Where's Nick's dad?

He's in the common room.
Just calm down, dude.

He seems like a really nice guy, OK?
I'm calm.

Man, I can't wait
for this shift to be over.

Ditto!

Well, they extricated the clot.

They put in a vena-caver filter

and the vascular surgeon reckons that
she'll regain full use of her hand.

Great result.
Yeah.

ERICA: Good luck, Josh.

Do you think he'll make it?

ZOE: Medically, yeah.

With the right treatment,
he'll be fine.

But as far as the meth goes,
the odds aren't good.

Well,
at least he's got a chance now.

Yeah. He does.

What happened? The depot just said
he was in hospital.

Nick isn't actually sick.
He faked his symptoms.

Why would he do that?

You don't know?

How would I know?

He did it to avoid a gang of bullies
from another school.

They've been hassling him
on his way home.

Where is he?
I want to see him.

Well, did you know
that he's been hurting himself?

No.

We caught him.
It's not the first time either.

He's got scars on his feet from where
he's been carving into them.

What?

Mate, do you know
anything about your son?

What he's scared of?
How he's feeling?

If you could just
take me to see Nick.

Sure.
He's feeling isolated and alone.

And he probably needs to know
that you're there for him.

I am there for him.

OK. Calm down.
Well, clearly not enough.

Because if you were,
he'd probably go to you

instead of coming to us for help.

Are you telling me
how to raise my son?

Somebody has to.
I want to see Nick.

Mate,
you don't deserve to be a father.

Now, where is my son?

VON: Right.

Very good.

I never thought this would be
so hard.

People use it all the time -
elderly ones.

Just do what you can.

At least I don't have to
use them for real yet.

Dr Campion.

Change of plan, Homer.
You're coming to my place.

What?
Excuse me?

Got your jamies packed?
Oh, good.

What about Miss Ballantyne?
She won't want me under her feet.

She wants you back on
your own two feet, just as I do.

And you think you can handle this?
We will be just fine.

Does Admin know?

Oh, look,
whatever you've organised for him

needs to be redirected to my place.

And, yes, they are great about it.

We haven't got any time to lose.

We've got to pick up
your medication.

Is this what you want?

Yeah! Yeah.

Alright, then. Well, I will
reorganise his services.

Thanks so much, Dr Campion.

No worries, son. No worries.

Hey, gorgeous.

What are you doing out here, Josh?

Oh, you know.
Just... phone call.

Fresh air - whatever.

Josh, are you high?
Me? Na!

Course not.

See ya.

Yeah. This is Dr Gallagher speaking.

I need Security
to the undercover walkway.

Thank you.

Zoe!

Glad I caught you.
Yeah, I'm actually on a double.

This won't take long.

Er, you think I'm an arsehole,
don't you?

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

But the reason I did what I did

is just that sometimes
a dose of the cold, hard truth

is just what a junkie needs
to wake up to himself.

I mean, I felt I had to try.

What we do here, Mike,
isn't about not trying.

It's just that
unless a user wants our help,

anything we say
is worse than useless.

Yeah, I agree.

The danger, Mike,
with coming on too hard

is people either
go deeper into denial

or they'll tell you
anything you want to hear

so they can
go straight outside and score again.

Yeah. You know, you're right.

You're on the front line.
You know what you're doing.

But at least we can say we had
a small measure of success today.

What?

Look, you know what - it'll keep.

You have a good night.

Hey. Nick's dad's taken him home.

Von's arranged some counselling -
for both of them actually.

Do you want a gel pack?

Yeah.

Hmm.
Hey.

How scared would you have to be

to fake your way
into an Emergency Department?

Well...

You know... (Chuckles) ..I wouldn't
have the guts to do that.

Especially not at 14.

No way. Me neither.

(Sighs)

He... he could have ended up
on an operating table.

He wouldn't know, though.
Mmm.

(Scoffs)

You were bullied at school,
weren't you?

(Laughs) What do you reckon?

Look at me -
what am I going to do, use karate?

(Chuckles)

How'd you deal with that?

Ah, I don't know.

Well, I couldn't fight, I just...

..I just tried to make them laugh,
I guess.

Look, man, if there's something
you want to talk about...

..you can.

You know, and if you don't want to,
that's cool too.

There was...

..this guy that lived in my street
when I was a kid.

Um...

..and I used to do
odd jobs for him for cash.

Mow the lawn
and clean the pool and...

He was a really nice guy.

And I spent a lot of time with him.

And he molested me.

Whoa.