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Unknown male. 20s. Intoxicated.

Tried to cross the road.
Got swiped by a bus.

Extensive facial trauma
from bus side mirror.

He's a Cougars supporter.

Yeah, he must've been out
celebrating their win.

Why haven't you tubed him?
We couldn't, Frank.

We didn't know what hole was what.

What's his face like?

Missing.

After you.

FRANK: Nice of both of you
to finally turn up.

Thank you, Frank.

We'll need a blood-alcohol
and cross type.

Until then we can give him O-neg.

What's the damage to his face?
Take a look for yourself.

Ooh.

Good luck trying to reattach that.

What's his blood loss?

More than 500ml,
and that's just through suctioning.

Add full trauma series X-rays
to your list, please, Dan.

DAN: Yep.
Let's set up to intubate.

Yep. On it.

Gonna be difficult. Do you want
a bougie to ramrod it through?

See how I go.
He's normotensive and tachycardic.

Heard you had an interesting one.
Mmm, you heard right.

Need a hand?
Ah, no. We've got it.

You sure?
Yeah, you can cover me on the floor.

OK, I can't see the vocal cords.
I'm gonna need more suction.

I'm in.
Nice work.

FRANK: Where the hell's
that radiographer?

I need those X-rays now.

(Huffs) I thought this was
supposed to be a teaching hospital.

The Resus.

How am I meant to learn when Zoe
keeps getting all the glory cases?

You could always observe.

What I was hoping for, Sean,
was to be a little bit more useful

instead of watching her
impress Mike Vlasek.

What's going on in there, anyway?

A guy had his face
torn off by a bus.

You're kidding me?!
Oh, this I gotta see.

I bet they don't throw him out.

Stop being paranoid.
I'm not.

20 bucks says you're wrong.

Vlasek's not gonna
let anyone in on the action.

Nothing to see in there anyway.

Happy now?
Mildly.

This is the weirdest feeling.
My legs are totally numb.

This is Declan Connelly.
His GP sent him in.

Hey, Declan. I'll just read this
and I'll be with you in a second.

Between you and me,
I've already read it.

Guillaine-Barre he reckons,

which, apart from anything else,
sounds sort of French.

It probably was originally.

Well, that's good. More exotic
than the Budgewoi Lakes flu.

Alright, I'll get you settled.

Guillaine-Barre, eh?

Looks like you got
your own glory case.

Well, let's hope his GP's wrong.

Couldn't believe
how fast I got whisked in here.

I bet you don't get that kind of
service for boring old gastro, eh?

It depends on what's causing it.

OK, first things first.
Yeah, be my guest.

I'd also like to do
some blood tests.

Rule out viral
or bacterial infection.

And a lumbar puncture
to test your spinal fluid.

A lumbar puncture? Forget it.

Well, no way
I'm ending up in a wheelchair.

Well, the risk of paralysis
is extremely small.

And nothing like the risk

of not investigating properly
what's wrong with you.

It's just I'm a dancer and, um...

..dance companies aren't exactly
equal-opportunity employers.

Paraplegics don't usually cut it.

His bladder is palpable.

Er, catheter?
Ah, yeah.

And restrict his fluid intake.

What sort of dance?
Ballet.

I'm with the National Academy.

Wow. You must be good.

How long you been dancing?
Professionally, about eight years.

I had classes
for about 10 before that.

My father would've flipped
if my brother had taken up ballet.

I wouldn't say Dad was overjoyed,
but he got over it.

Especially once he got it sorted
that, um... I'm not gay.

Why? He couldn't have handled both?

Oh, he probably could have but, um...

..I'm not about to jump the fence
just to find out.

So this, er... lumbar puncture.

Ever lost anyone?
Not one.

Well, his jaw's not broken.
I'd say he's a lucky man.

I'm not sure he'd see it that way.

So, where shall we eat tonight?
It's a surprise.

GABRIELLE: Five foot, eight inches.
Caucasian male.

Approximately 25-30...
Got a big day planned, Bart?

Back here in six hours.
So, no, not really.

Oh, the life of an intern.
How I don't miss that.

Yep. Alright. I'll hold.

Ooh, Von? Can you
take over this call for me?

It's Missing Persons
about the patient in Resus.

Sorry, I can't.
I need to take the day off.

You sick?
(Sighs)

Alright, well, go home.
Get some rest.

Is there anything I can do for you?
Patients I can call?

All done.
Yep, I am still here.

I've almost finished my shift.
I could drive you home, if you like.

Oh, very kind. Thanks, Bart.
I'll be fine.

Well, you take it easy.
Drink plenty of fluids.

C-spine and chest film are clear,
so that's something.

Mmm, and his mandible
and zygoma are intact

but you're gonna have your work cut
out for you reattaching that nose.

Hmm. Let's get him stabilised
and up to theatre, eh?

Sure.

Any word on who he is?

Nup. Nobody's reported him missing.

On my count...

One, two, three.

OK. All good.
Good. Dan, more pads, please.

What about the police at the scene?

Well, they've questioned
all the bystanders

but apparently nobody even saw him
until he was hit by the bus.

DAN: The invisible man.

Well, the bus driver obviously
didn't see him either.

Stick with it - there's
gotta be somebody out there

who cares about this poor bastard.

OK, this is
the fourth unit of O-neg.

Alcohol, the great blood thinner.

How are our supplies?
Low. I'll call the Blood Bank.

Tell them it's an emergency.

BP's 92 over 45 and dropping.

His abdomen feels benign,
but I want an abdo CT to be sure.

I'll take him because I wanna do
a head CT while we're at it.

I'll go with you. You bag, I'll push.
Thanks. I'll let 'em know.

Blood supplies are critically low.

They're rationing each department
to emergency supplies only.

Bloody brilliant.
I'll chase up the path report.

Hopefully we'll get lucky
with his blood type.

No, let me do it. Give me pleasure
to put a rocket up their arse.

OK?
I've got this covered, Dan.

OK, you're... gonna
take this guy up to Radiology?

Yeah. I wanna spend more time with
Dr Gallagher to assess the patient.

Ready, Zoe?
Yeah. Sure.

Let's go.

What are you staring at?

Oh, clean up the room.

Declan, I'm just
inserting the needle.

You may feel a bit of pressure.

How long do I have to
hold on like this for?

About 15 minutes. Sorry.

You being flexible's a great help.

My stretch teacher will be pleased.

You know, I've never seen
a proper ballet.

Well, unless 'Riverdance' counts.

(Laughs) Come on!
What?!

I thought it was really good.

Mate, line dancing
shouldn't be allowed.

So when did you notice
something was wrong?

Ah, about four or five days ago.

I just thought it was muscle strain,

which is what I'm still kinda hoping
it is, given the work situation.

It's difficult?
Not anymore.

I've just been promoted to
the lead in 'Romeo and Juliet'.

Congratulations.

Which is why I had to
fake a bout of gastro this morning

to get out of rehearsals,

'cause if Admin get even a hint
of it being something serious

I'll be out of there so fast...

But they wouldn't do that,
would they?

They'd lose their Romeo.
You kidding me?

Must of us would kill our own
mothers for a shot as a principal.

Which is why if I'm not
entirely on top of my game

there'll be plenty of others
clawing to take over.

I had no idea the ballet world
was so competitive.

I guess it's just like
any other profession.

Father Joseph gave her
the last rites yesterday.

We really didn't expect her
to make it through the night.

Have you called her oncologist?

She's refusing to see him.

Well, stubborn to the last.
(Laughs)

I was hoping you might be
able to change her mind.

She's in terrible pain, Von.
There must be something we can do.

Anita, it's just...
I didn't mean...

Oh, no, no, no.
No, I know you didn't mean that.

I'll call you if I need anything.

That your idea of knocking?

What? You were going to
get up and ask me in, where you?

I was trying to ignore you.

Much pain?

I can manage.

That's not what I asked.

It's not too bad.

Moments. That's all.

Scale to 10? And stop
making my life so difficult.

Six!
Meaning eight or nine.

Sister Anita said you were
refusing to see your oncologist.

He's not mine!

Just the one I got lumbered with.

Don't know where he got his degree.

Which one? He's got three.

Only because they hand them out
like lollies these days.

Maureen, I don't have the authority
to change your medication.

Now, if you won't
see your oncologist

then you can come back
to the hospital with me

and one of our doctors
will look after you.

I've lived my whole life
in hospitals.

I don't want to die there too!

So... why don't you just bugger off

and leave me in peace?

Nuns are allowed to swear
these days, are they?

I'm dying. I can say what I like.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello.
Ah, Bart. It's Von.

Are you off duty yet?
Yeah. I just finished. Why?

I'm with a patient.
Thought you were sick.

I got better.

Listen, the patient has
end-stage cervical cancer

and the Fentanyl patches,
they're not working.

Who's her oncologist?
You want me to give him a call?

No, er, she doesn't like him and
she's refusing to go to hospital.

Then shouldn't you
talk to Dr Campion?

Bart, I know it's not
fair of me to ask you this

but if there is any way that you
could help me relieve her pain...

..um, I'd be grateful.

Bart?
Yeah, I'm still here.

Those bloods
were sent over an hour ago.

No, that's nowhere near good enough.

I'm not getting off the phone
till I get those results.

Yeah, well,
we've tried Missing Persons.

Yep. Alright, well,
if you think of anything else.

Alright. Thank you.

No luck?
Nup.

Why don't you hand over to Yvonne?
Not as if you haven't enough to do.

Oh, Von's gone home sick.
Von? Sick? (Scoffs)

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm still here.

Right.

Yep. Are you sure about that?

No, it was a question,
not a criticism.

Righto. Thank you.

Von's never been sick
a day in her life.

You get her on the phone
and find up what she's up to.

What are you still doing here?
I forgot something.

A note for Sean.
Oh.

On a patient.

Well, don't tell me. Tell him.

1 times 30mg of morphine.
2 times 10mg of morphine.

4mg of Zofran.

Who's this for, again?

Maureen O'Dowd.
I didn't see her on the board.

Has she been admitted yet?
She's an outpatient.

What are you up to, Bartholomew?

She's a home-care patient of Von's.
I think.

The woman needs pain relief.

Can't Von just bring her in?
It's more complicated than that.

Have you mentioned it to Frank?
Technically I don't need to.

I'm off duty and I'm legally
able to write prescriptions.

Oh, and you think
that's gonna matter to him?

Von's never asked me
for a single thing. Ever.

Must be really important to her.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

I owe her.

I was just hoping you could
organise a pain pump for me.

(Sighs) What about a syringe driver?

It'll work better.
Yeah.

Yeah, it will.
Hmm.

I really appreciate it,
Ricky, you know?

Yeah, yeah. And if Frank finds out
about this, you're a dead man.

But you know that, right?
Yeah, I know.

Mmm.

Dan! DAN!

Yeah, I'm sorry. I was busy, OK?

God, I didn't realise
you had come back.

Let's get him on portable monitors
ASAP. I wanna stay on his vitals.

And I'll need new trauma pads.

What the hell
is causing this bleeding?

Maybe it isn't alcohol.
Maybe he's on anticoagulants.

Yeah. Maybe, maybe. A million
maybes. If only we had a name.

OK, well, a name shouldn't
stop us from doing our jobs.

It won't - I'm just
not a fan of losing,

especially when
I don't even know the reason.

Yeah, you and me both.

The pathologist was about
as helpful as we imagined he'd be.

Nothing?
Pretty much.

His HB and platelets are down.

His blood alcohol is 0.18
and he's A-neg.

How does that affect
our supply situation?

DAN: It doesn't.
Great.

What did we find out from the scans?

No cerebral. No abdominal.
Pathology, nothing.

MACHINE BEEPS
BP's dropping. Pulse is 130.

Turn the bloody thing off, will you?

OK, maybe he's having
a reaction to the blood products.

Yeah, maybe.
Get as much O-neg as you can.

Maybe we can give his body
a chance to settle down.

Hey, it's Dan Goldman
from the Emergency Department.

I need as much O-neg
as I can get my hands on.

It's gonna have to do, then.

They're cross-matching three units
as we speak.

Is that it?!
Yep.

We're just chasing our tails.

Let's get him stabilised
and up to theatre.

And watch him bleed out
on the operating table?

Watching him bleed out here
is any better?

Well, at least it'll be a bit slower.

Come on, you said we'd find it
and we will.

OK. Let's start at the top
and go over him again.

You can close your eyes if you like.

I just want to make sure
you know what you're doing.

Sister Maureen was a nurse.

One of the best.

How am I going so far?
So-so.

Well, it's more praise
than I ever got.

You didn't deserve it.

Wasting all those years
as an enrolled nurse.

They weren't wasted.

She was too scared
to take the registration exams.

I wasn't scared.

Can't imagine Von
being scared of anything.

Guess we were lucky
you didn't drop out altogether.

After all that happened.

I needed the time.

You needed to be pushed.

She wouldn't push herself
so I had to do it.

How's that feel?
Not too uncomfortable?

It'll do.

After all the fuss she made over you

I was expecting you to fly.

Oh, well, I had to say something,

otherwise she wouldn't have
let you come.

Ah.

One mil per hour.
Yep. I've set it.

We're gonna connect it now.
It won't take long to take affect.

Then you can go.
When I'm done.

I don't need babysitting.

I know what's going on.

Then you'll know
I wouldn't be doing my job if I left

before I knew the morphine was giving
you the right level of comfort.

And if it doesn't?

And if it doesn't I'm pretty certain
you won't hold back in telling us.

So, between the three of us,
we'll get it right, OK?

Hmm!

They breed them bossy now,
don't they?

Now?!
(Laughs)

Nobody's said anything, have they?
Nah.

Well, who stood in for me?

If you say it's Rory,
I swear I'm gonna have a meltdown.

Relax. Celia refused
to rehearse the part without you.

She gave me this list of stuff
to get you from the chemist.

She reckons all this crap will have
you back on your feet by tomorrow.

Yeah, well, that's
where I'm aiming to be.

Probably is just gastro.
All that spewing you've been doing.

Hi. I'm Aidan. Declan's flatmate.

(Laughs) Eat your heart out, mate.
She's already seen me naked.

I bet she hasn't
returned the favour.

Oh, and I'm not going to.

And this is Charlotte, my doctor.

She's very cool and so far she's come
to the conclusion that I'm not dead.

I can do a little bit
better than that now.

You want me to leave?
No. No, stay.

I have the results of
your lumbar puncture

and you definitely
don't have Guillain-Barre.

That's great. (Laughs)
French disease. Don't ask.

That is good, isn't it?
Yes, it is.

But something is causing
your symptoms,

so I need to keep you here, Declan,
so I can run some more tests.

I gotta get back!
I'm gonna lose my part!

(Gasps and gulps)

Oh, come on, how hard could it be

to track down
all the Cougar supporters?

You could count them on one hand!

Look, somebody must be
unaccounted for somewhere.

Mmm. Yep. Alright. I'll hold.

If you ask me, there's
something going on between them.

Zoe and Mike?
Nah, she's better than that.

Mate, if I'm wrong, I'll eat my hat.

Oh! You guys are sounding like
a couple of schoolgirls.

Who cares if there's
anything going on?

It would certainly explain
the favouritism.

You two surgical geniuses got nothing
better to do than clutter up my E.D.?

I'm just gonna go over here.
Good.

Dan, can you keep me
posted on the...

Get out!
Mm-hm.

Get onto the Blood Bank
and see if you can

sweet-talk them into
some more O-neg, will you?

Out already?
They won't be happy with this.

I'll go back and tell the patient
to stop bleeding, shall I?

What about you? Making any progress?

As far as anyone can tell us,
our faceless man does not exist.

Oh, he exists alright.
Trust me. Just.

Sure you don't want
a hand in there, Frank?

We need something, mate.
We sure need something.

Oh, well, I'm sure the dynamic duo
will work their magic.

So Mike and Zoe
working well together, then?

Ooh, yeah.

See? I mean, she already has
the 2IC position.

Mike has nothing to offer her
professionally.

Trust me. There is nothing
going on between Zoe and Mike.

Arterial bleed?
Yeah. C-clamp, please.

And another Kaltostat dressing.

Clamp.

Dressing.

He is arresting.
Get his fluids up.

What do you need?
Adrenaline, 1mg.

Come on!

Come on, mate.
Do it for the Cougars.

Adrenalin, 1mg, going in.

Can you get us a blood line filter?

The last thing we want
is a reaction to the blood products.

Don't even suggest DIC.

Well, he's not clotting.
Maybe Zoe was right.

Maybe he's on anticoagulants.

Bleeding's under control.

Cease compression.

I'll check that output.

We have a pulse.
Oh, yeah, see?

One mention of the Cougars,
everything's fine.

You in there listening, buddy?

Atropine?
500 mics.

Mike, what if we're missing something

that has nothing
to do with the trauma?

Like an underlying condition.
What are you thinking?

Dan, get on to Pathology.

Get them to screen for clotting
disorders and clotting factors.

Tell me I'm not going crazy.
Haemophilia?

Or Von Willebrand's.
Von Willebrand's!

Snap. Yeah,
that'd explain the bleeding.

Love your logic, but if he dies
before we have a chance to prove it

it won't be very funny, will it?

So can we get on with it, please?

No obvious ophthalmic damage.

Bloody hell. That's the fifth litre
we've pumped into him.

His urine output is 100ml.

Trauma pad's weighed in at 600g.

He's losing more
than we can pump into him.

BP's 80 over 50. Pulse is 120.

Come on, man. Try for us, at least.

Sorry, lucked out in Pathology.

No haemophilia
and no von Willebrand's.

Well, it was worth the thought.

Yeah, but it's useless
if it doesn't solve the problem.

His Factor VIII is a bit low.

They didn't run
the ristocetin cofactor activity.

Of course they didn't.
Didn't ask them to.

Dan...
I know. I know.

ASAP, right? Pathology
is gonna love me, aren't they?

So you're thinking
Type II von Willebrand's?

Yeah, well, I should've
thought of it sooner.

None of us did, Zoe.

Hi, Dan Goldman here
from the Emer... Yeah. Dan.

Thank you.

There we go.
I'll get this off to the lab.

You ready for your ECG now?

This is starting to sound serious.

It's not much fun,
but we will get there.

Will he be OK
by tomorrow's rehearsals?

This sucks.

He has worked his arse off
to get this role.

Let's not get carried away. We don't
know what we're dealing with yet.

I just need to know how much time

I need to be trying to buy him,
that's all.

I'm gonna have to come up with
something better than a stomach bug.

Er... another day? A week?

Look, until we know
exactly what's wrong with him

I can't answer that, I'm sorry.

OK. Thanks anyway.

Aidan?

Just buy him as much time as you
can. With the dance company, I mean.

Hey.
Hey.

Ah, Zoe. Double shot latte.
Oh, you shouldn't have.

I didn't. Mike ordered them.
OK. Thanks.

I'll grab it later.

Buying a colleague coffee
doesn't mean anything.

Really? When was the last time
a consultant bought you coffee?

Thought so.

(Sighs)
You're reading too much into it.

Oh, God. Don't tell me
she's gotten to you too.

No-one's got to me.
Good.

Now, let's work out
why my dancer can't walk.

OK. Symptoms?
General weakness. Fluid retention.

Electrolytes are out of whack.
There's blood in his urine.

Guillaine-Barre?
No. Spinal fluid's clear.

So it's not viral.
It's not bacterial.

Oh! It has to be genetic.
Can you get that to Pathology?

Get them to do an MC&S and
check for the two haem precursors?

Will you use your charm?
I need it quickly. Thank you.

(Breathes laboriously)

BART: Sister Maureen?

Can you tell me about the pain?
1 to 10.

Two.

Maybe three.

If you need anything,
you tell me, OK?

The grace of God.

Do doctors carry that in their bags?

Not this one.

You already have
the grace of God, Maureen.

More than anyone else I know.

I wanted my life to be exceptional.

It has been! Exceptional!

Think of all of those people
that you've helped over the years.

Thousands of them.

That was my job.

I'm not talking about nursing,
you silly old fool!

You know how you helped me,
don't you?

When it was a... pretty rough time.

Roughest I'd ever had.

YOU got me through that.

You're... very special...

..Von.

I should have told you that
before now.

Now's good.

I thought...

I thought I would feel more at peace.

Oh, you will. You will.

You should go now.

I've had my last Communion.

And I'm comfortable now.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

You can't... come with me, Von.

No.

Then I can stay here
and I can wave you goodbye.

And don't argue!
You're not in charge now. (Sniffs)

OK, Bart. We'll be right.

I'll stay.
No, no, no.

We'll be right and there's
nothing more for you to do.

I'll stay anyway.

And don't argue.
You're not in charge either.

(Laughs)

We're getting there but I thought
maybe you could review him.

We're looking at
a full facial reconstruction, so...

Hey. Pathology results.

Is it acute intermittent porphyria?
That's the one.

Initially I ruled out
the vomiting and the diarrhoea

but combined with his ECG results...

Oh, not good.

I should've got to this earlier.
He's lucky he didn't stop breathing.

Hey, give yourself a break.
That was a hard one.

You couldn't have got there faster.

You know what? You should tell Frank
about it. It's a rare case.

You could write it up
for your fellowship.

Great idea. Maybe I could.
Thanks, Sean.

Frank, that was Pathology.

Hey, Frank, have you got a minute?
Is it urgent?

Not exactly. I just wanted to...

Facio-maxillary guy's coming down
to review our faceless man.

Who, it turns out,
has von Willebrand's Factor Type II.

One for Dr Gallagher. She's hot.
She certainly is.

Acute intermittent what?
Porphyria.

My guess is that you've had
your symptoms for a while

but with all the normal aches
and pains that come from dancing

you probably just didn't realise it.

And so, um, how do you cure it?
We don't.

What we do is manage it.

But I can't dance like this!
I can't even bloody walk!

You will need to undergo
some initial treatment.

And is this treatment gonna
get me back to rehearsals tomorrow?

In a couple of days.

Five or six days at the most.

And after that?

After that it will require
some discipline on your part.

You'll need to watch
your diet more carefully

and you'll need to
try and keep some weight on.

(Laughs) Great! A fat Romeo.

Yeah, just what the dancing world's
always wanted to see.

It's not what she's saying.
(Sighs)

Do you think you could
hold them off for me?

Of course.
Tell them I'm...

Tell them that my mother died.

You may wanna warn your mother
not to pick up the phone.

Don't you judge me.

You don't know how hard I've worked.

You don't know how easily this whole
thing could be taken away from me.

Still no word on who he is?
Nope.

What sort of person
goes through life unnoticed?

A person with no friends.
Know how he feels.

Don't think anyone would notice
if I went missing.

Oh, I'd notice. My working life
would be much more peaceful.

Frank!
I trust you can take it from here?

I think so.
We got him this far, didn't we?

Yeah. We have.

If I'd listened to you earlier

he'd be bleeding out
on the operating table right now.

What? You were the one that
wanted to take him straight up.

I was?
Yeah.

Don't remember that.

So, are you guys gonna take him up
or am I?

You know what? He's all yours. I
actually have a backlog of patients.

Um, Zoe, we do make a good team,
you know.

Mike, we need to have a chat.
Yep. We do.

Over dinner. Tonight.

Mi...

ICU says it'll be another hour
before they can move the dancer up.

Mm-hm. Ricky, this morphine
that you checked out this morning.

Who's it for?

Bart ordered them.

Well, yeah, I can see that,
but for which patient?

A home-care patient of Von's,
I think.

Ricky, what's going on?
Nothing.

Don't play dumb with me.
I'm not.

Really, I'm not.
I just did what I was asked.

Maybe you should talk to them.

Don't you worry. I will.

Mrs Carson. Is Coronary Care
ready for her yet?

Yep. She's on my list.

Faceless guy's under the knife.
He's doing well.

Dan! "Faceless guy"?!

He asked her out.
You're kidding.

Faceless guy? Sorry.
Who are we talking about?

Gabrielle,
where have you been all day?

Chasing up unexplained
drug requisitions.

Zoe and Mike.

So what did she say?

Well, she didn't say no!

So they are definitely an item. Hmm!

Oh. Mrs Carson's reports.
I'll get onto the bed manager.

They knew I was covering for you.
You wanted me to risk my own career?

Get out.
What's going on?

He told the company.
I had to tell them.

Yeah, I bet you did.
It's for your own good.

And you being promoted to Romeo
is part of the bargain, right?

I didn't know
they were gonna offer me the part!

Get out.

If I hadn't have accepted, they'd
offer it to the next on the list.

I said get out!

Settle down. Sit back.

I think it might be best
that you do that.

Fine.

I'm going.

How do you do that to him?
He's supposed to be your friend.

You're supposed to take care of him.

What I did was for his own good
and for the company's.

And if the situation was reversed, he
would've done exactly the same thing.

Aidan's right.

And I would've done
the same thing to him.

BOTH: Paged for a consult?

Quiet day, boys?

Yeah, it's a dead day.
Nothing scheduled?

Nah, we're just doing
consent stuff for tomorrow.

Yes, I'd give my right arm
to be in on that surgery with Mike.

Me too.

With your background,
you oughta be top of the list.

Yeah, maybe, but I just don't
play along with Vlasek's rules.

Hey, come on. He's not that bad.

Spoken like a true protege.

Yeah. Obviously not today!
(Laughs) Yeah, obviously!

What have you got for us?

Inguinal hernia.

Ooh!
Brilliant.

You don't wanna do it?
You do?

Yeah, beats hanging around here
all day.

All yours.
Thank you!

Knock yourself out.

You really don't like Mike, huh?

Look, he's a great surgeon.
Yeah, whatever.

He's got a huge ego
and he's a control freak.

Food for thought.

Once he gets an idea in his head,
there's no way you can shift it.

Any luck with Mr Nobody?

Police have filed
a missing persons report.

Half the man's face is missing.

Somebody's gonna know him
from a poster?!

Somebody's at home right now
not knowing

whether the man they care about
is alive or dead

and we don't even have a name.

There's no neurological damage.
Maybe he'll tell us himself.

It'd be nice if when he wakes up

there'd be somebody there
who loves him.

Or knows him.
Hey, have you found Von?

I've been trying her mobile.
Another bloody missing person.

(Sighs)

Hail Mary, full of grace

The Lord is with thee

Blessed art thou among women

And blessed

is the fruit of thy womb,

Jesus

Holy Mary...

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death, amen.

(Exhales deeply)

BEADS CLATTER

Sorry about ruining your day off.

No, it's OK. I had to be back here
in six hours anyway.

Oh, well, well, well.
Feeling better, are we?

Yes. Thanks for asking.

And how about you, Homer?

Just remind when I gave you
permission to do house calls.

It seems to have slipped my memory.

If you wanna keep

your extracurricular activities
to yourself

I suggest you don't
sign drug requisitions.

Give the kid a break.
No, I bloody well won't.

Not when he signed out morphine
from our drug room

for someone
who isn't even our patient!

Well, it was for an outpatient.

She needed pain relief.
End-stage cervical cancer.

And I can show you the case file.

Then why didn't she harass her
own doctor instead of one of ours?

Oh, she was too busy dying.

I wanted to be there
when it happened.

And you knew when
this was gonna happen, did you?

What's your point, Frank?

If you two have hastened her death
in any way...

How bloody dare you?!
She was a nun, Dr Campion.

You keep out of this.
No, I won't!

We know the difference between
easing pain and hastening death.

It's offensive
for you to suggest we don't.

If Von's in trouble,
then I'm in trouble too.

I made the decision to help her.

I made the decision to stay and
treat a dying woman with dignity,

which is what I've been
taught to do, by you, Dr Campion.

You finished?
Yes.

I think that's all I wanted to say.

Right.

In the end,
we're just all dry leaves.

We just get blown away,
each and every one of us.

Yes. I'm sorry I didn't realise
you were a friend of Sister Maureen.

I didn't realise you had a clue
who I was talking about.

Oh, yes. Her name's
on a plaque upstairs.

I see it every time I go to Admin.

It's like the school captains' board
outside the headmaster's office.

I bet you spent a lot of time there,

waiting outside
the headmaster's office.

Too right.

And I bet you spent
a fair amount of time

waiting outside
Sister Maureen's office too.

She was an old battleaxe.

One of those fear-of-God nurses.

Ruled with a rod of iron, did she?

Terri Sullivan called her 'Nazi Nun'.

Hmm!

Oh, yes, she well and truly
kept us on our toes.

Hmm.

She had a big heart, though.

She would've well and truly
kicked your backside.

So wherever she's gone, they'd...

..they'd better be good to her.

You better be good to Bart too.

Don't... don't give him
a hard time over this.

Well, after that speech, I'm gonna
throw him a coming-of-age party.

Didn't know he had it in him.

I did.

Bart? Ah, Frank's looking for you
and he's not happy.

Yeah, he already found me.
Oh.

I'm so sorry. Listen, I tried to warn
you but your mobile's switched off.

I promise, I didn't say anything,

but they saw
the drug requisition and I...

It's OK.
So you're not in trouble?

Are you?

What is this big mystery?
Who is this woman?

She's just a patient of Von's.

That's it?

That's it.

Come on. Spill it.

I've had a really busy day

and I just need a couple of hours
sleep before my next shift.

So can we just drop this? Please?

Ah, why don't you
crash in the common room

and I'll wake you before I leave?

That'd be great.

Ricky?
Hmm?

You know, you're...

..you're a really good friend,
don't you?

Thanks.

Now, get some sleep.

Ever since I got back
from maternity leave

it's been, "Poor Charlotte, let's not
put too much pressure on her."

Well, having a new baby
and a full-time job is pretty tough.

Like you'd know.

OK, if you want everyone to stop
trying to make things easier for you

just let me know,
I'll have a chat to Frank.

I'll tell him, "No more special
consideration for Dr Beaumont."

Frank will be of no help
'cause he's too busy

having his fat butt
kissed by his 2IC.

Mrrroooww!

Charlotte, this is not like you.
(Sighs)

Frank created a position for Zoe.

He actually created one, Vinnie.

You know, he organised a budget.
He wrote a proposal.

He went to Admin
and he made that happen!

That's how badly
he wanted her on board.

Enough already!

Charlotte, you're a great doctor and
you're well respected around here.

Now, Zoe didn't give you
that reputation.

And she can't
take it away from you either.

Only you can do that.

I still hate her.
No, you don't!

You don't even know her.
Well, then, I hate you.

Well, it's only 'cause I'm right.

(Sighs)

There's a fair bit of swelling,
so his face won't be pretty,

but at least he's got one,
which is just as well,

seeing as how he doesn't have a name.

Good. So tell me what's
going on between you and Zoe.

Does the word 'predatory'
mean anything to you?

So, to recap,
I think I did a pretty good job,

considering the extent of the damage
to the facial...

Hoo-bloody-ray. Answer the question.

You can't seriously think
she's interested in you.

You got a point here?

I don't want you
experimenting with her

to prove you are still the man
you once thought you were.

(Scoffs) Frank... Look, I'm sorry
if I'm treading on your toes.

Just say the word, I'll back off,
and you can have a crack at her.

The rank stupidity of that thought

is why we're having
this conversation right now.

I do not want my E.D.
being used as a playground

for you to indulge
your midlife fantasies!

Thanks for the warning.

Vlasek, I know her
a helluva lot better than you do.

Mm-hm. And not half as well
as I hope to.

And where do you think you're going?

I heard our faceless guy
was out of surgery.

I thought a visit from me would be
better than a visit from nobody.

You're not going soft on me,
are you, Jaeger?

Excuse me for caring, Campion!
I thought I told you to bugger off.

Yes. I have
patient to see, though.

Well, then, go and see them.

Great save in Resus. I heard
you did some pretty quick thinking.

Thanks, Charlotte. Yeah. Yeah, it
took a while, but we got there.

I heard you were
no slouch today either.

Oh, well, it...
Can you excuse me a moment?

Mike? Mike?
Oh, Zoe.

Mike, are you available
to have that chat now?

I've just been paged back upstairs
but we can talk as we go.

You know, it can wait.

We'll do it over dinner, alright?

Unless Frank's been in your ear too.

Look, here's the good news - it's
none of Frank's bloody business.

DAN: Drinks! Everyone, come on.
I'm not taking no for an answer.

I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to.
Why?

What's your excuse, Sean?

Nice quiet dinner
with my girlfriend.

Are you ready to go?

Doctor.

I could really do with a drink.

Why don't you take Mike?
He's not doing anything tonight.