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I tried calling you last night.
I know.

I just thought it was about time
that people knew about us.

No, you just thought Mike
needed to know about us.

Listen, I'm really pissed off, OK?

Anyway, we've got incoming.

Gallagher,
what the hell is going on?

Nothing, Frank.

Make sure there isn't.

What have we got?
This is Barry Mitchell.

He was involved in a two-vehicle MVA
with front-on impact.

Generalised abdo pain.
Left side chest pain.

Hartmann's running
and Penthrax inhaler for the pain.

Barry, I'm Dr Everleigh.
Can you tell me where it hurts?

When I breathe. And here.

We've got cuts on the arms.
Any problems in transit?

No, stable.

Can you tell me
how the accident happened?

The other driver ran a red light.

Emergency crew's still trying
to cut him out.

What happened to his clothes?
That's how we found him.

OK, are we ready to transfer?
On my count.

One, two, three.

(Barry cries out in pain)

(Sighs)

I'm just gonna move your head
from side to side.

Just relax for me.

Tell me if there's any pain
or tenderness.

No, nothing.
That's good.

I'm just gonna listen to your chest,
Barry.

Deep breath for me.

I'm gonna need some space here.

Sorry, Barry. Let's try that again.

Take a deep breath.

(Breathes harshly)

Decreased air entry left base.
Pneumothorax?

We'll need a chest X-ray, Dan.
Mm-hm.

(Barry draws a sharp breath)

That hurts, does it?
Mmm.

Can you describe the pain for me?
Sharp - like a stab.

We'll get you something for that,
Barry.

Morphine, two milligrams.

There's some give
in your pelvic rock.

I think you might have fractured
your pelvis, Barry.

These lacerations
will need suturing.

I dove through a plate glass window.

Before the accident?

A day you'd rather forget,
hey, mate?

(Sighs) I wish I could.

Put in a second cannula.

And let's take some bloods.

Barry, we need to take
a blood alcohol level.

I haven't been drinking.
We still need to take a sample.

Let's get him stabilised first,
shall we, Sean?

How are things going in there?

Oh, well, Dan and I are fine.

Can't say the same
about Zoe and Sean.

Right.

BARRY: Look, I need to make
a phone call.

Yep, we can do that for you.

No, it's something I need to do
myself. It's a quick, personal call.

I really don't think you're in any
state to make a call at the moment.

Give me the number
and I'll do it for you, OK?

Her name's Erin.
Uh-huh.

Tell her...

..tell her I'm an idiot
and I'm sorry.

And that I love her.

Hey.

Tell me you didn't do a night shift
before your day in court.

(Sighs) I can't sleep.
Might as well work.

(Huffs)

It's normal to be nervous, you know.

Not this nervous.

Hey.

Wesley is the one on trial. Not you.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Well, I get the distinct feeling...

..they're gonna dredge up every
horrible thing they can think of

to make it look like
I wanted it to happen.

They'll try.

Pick my story to pieces.

Yeah, but the important thing is
you haven't got a story.

You've got the truth.

Remember that.

This is to stabilise your pelvis,
Barry, and once we get this done

you're gonna feel
a lot more comfortable.

Take that end and pull
as hard as you can.

Yep.

That's as hard as you can pull?
It is as tight as I can get it.

I need more tension.
Not sure that's possible, Doctor.

I could do without the lip, Dan.

OK. Can you put your hand on there?

Thank you.
Good girl.

(Chuckles)

Alright.
There! Look! All done.

Now we can all relax.
Yeah.

You ordered a consult?

Yeah. The X-ray shows some
disruption at the symphysis.

What about the CT?

I was waiting to see
what the X-ray showed.

Well, we're not gonna wait.

Get the CT done.
When the results are in, page me.

Alright. OK. Goodbye.

Dan, if you're not doing anything...

Well, I'm not now.

Ricky, is there something going on
in there that I should know about?

I'd say there's a lot going on.

I mean with the patient, Ricky.

I got halfway through
leaving a message with Erin.

Some bloke snatches up the phone
and says some things...

Well, some things
that'd make a shearer blush.

Really?
Yeah.

Let's just say
Barry's not the most popular boy

in that household at the moment.

Christine?

Well, all I care about
is the deadline,

so there should be no excuses.

Christine,
can you put the phone away?

Yeah, OK. Sorry. Won't be a minute.

Sean.

I want to know when those CT scans
are back.

Don't worry, Frank. I won't let
my personal life impact my work.

The horse seems already
to have bolted on that one.

In here you're not somebody's
girlfriend, you're somebody's boss.

Start acting like it.

Frank.

Frank, we've got a problem.

Only one?

I've been checking
the pharmacy stock.

There's an error in the drug count.

Hmm. What's missing?

A packet of 20 temazapam.

Oh. Maybe it fell down
behind something or something.

Gee, Frank,
why didn't I think of that?

Alright, then - alert Admin,
who will alert Pharmacy,

who will alert the police.

Yeah, yeah. I know the routine.
Then cry havoc.

And let slip the dogs of war.

I'm so pumped.

You?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Today's the day, mate.

Today is the day.

So do we, ah, go in or...

There he is.

You're going down today, arsehole.

Shh. Be quiet.
Nup.

Not today.

Not anymore.

Is he smiling?

Is that bastard smiling at us?
No, he looks scared to me.

I hope he is. I hope you are. I hope
you never sleep again, you prick!

(Coughs violently)

You alright?

Sure you're OK to be here?

I can't... I can't be anywhere else,
can I?

Are we ready?

That's us.

Alright. Good luck.
Nah, save it.

For when we've got something
to celebrate.

OK.

Let's put this prick in jail.

Ian Farris, 28. Sustained
head injuries in two-vehicle MVA.

He was unconscious at the scene.

Resus.

His GCS is 5.
First bag of Hartmann's running.

Is he localising to pain?
Nup.

His BP is 95 on 60 but his sats...

His shirt...
..are all over the place at 92%.

Sorry, Sean.
Second MVA has just come in.

OK. Barry, change of scenery.

That's the bloke
I had the smash with.

Poor bastard.
It's not your fault, mate.

He ran the red light, not you.
It's all my fault.

Blood alcohol results.
They back yet?

Hasn't touched a drop.

How's the pain now, mate? Alright?

Much better, thank you.
Good.

You want to tell my why you ended up
diving through a window?

Ever do anything you really regret,
Doc?

Haven't we all?

Today I did something that cost me
my best mate of 30 years.

He trusted me and I let him down.

Just give him time.
Your mate will settle down.

No chance of that.

I wouldn't if he'd done what I did.

Left pupil's blown.

The ambo said this is the guy
who collected our almost nudist.

"Almost nudist"?

Is this some kind of staff morale
boosting thing, Frank?

'Cause I didn't get the memo.

Stop it, Hughes. You're killing me.

He was doing 140
on a suburban street.

Severely depressed skull fracture.

He's gonna need a head CT urgently,
please.

Mm-hm.
I'll need to intubate.

Want to take over bagging?
I'll phone up.

Well, email them to me.

No, no, no - there's no way
you can show them to anyone

before I see them.

Mm-hm.
Ah, this is Christine Inglis.

She cut her hand guillotining...
Flowers in the foyer.

..while she was at work.
Use the new guy.

Hi, Christine. I'm Dr Beaumont.

Yeah, I don't know.
Get that new guy. He's hungry.

And get some fizz for afterwards.
Glamorous world of advertising, huh?

Yeah, and Allan...
You need me?

..can you really make sure...
I can handle suturing, thanks, Dan.

..that we get a spare battery
for the laptop?

Yeah, I know.
But you know what happened last time.

Christine? Could I get you
to finish up that phone call?

We have a no mobile phone policy
in the ED.

I've got to go. OK. No, OK. Just be
prepared. Do your job. We'll be fine.

'Bye. Hi.

Thanks for that.

I did. I tried to stop
the relationship from going too far.

And what happened?

I fell in love with her.

Ended up doing every stupid,
hurtful, dumb thing I...

..swore I'd never do to anyone.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

You don't know.

This is all down to me.

Well, luckily this all looks
fairly superficial.

Couple of stitches at most.

How long will that take?
About 20 minutes.

Try for 10?

15?

This is not an auction, Christine.

You're leaking.
What?

Oh!

Um, excuse me.
Yep.

Ah, Bart?

Could you help me
with some suturing, please?

Er...

Oh. OK.
Thank you.

Ah, Dr West will take care of you,
Christine.

Yeah. Hi.
Hi.

Look, I don't for a second think

that any of you deliberately
took these drugs,

but unfortunately there does
have to be an investigation.

So if there's been a mistake,
people,

now's the time to fess up.

Right. I'll be checking
patient records, obviously.

We can't remember
every single drug order.

Well, you better start trying, Dan.
Ricky?

Two patients,
one tablet each, from memory.

And they've both been logged?
Yes.

What about you, Von?

Take home any extra drugs for any
of your home care patients recently?

Anything I took I logged accurately
as per usual.

Right.

Who's had the keys to the drug
cupboard in the last 48 hours?

Great - and have any of you given
those keys to any personnel

outside the department
for them to use unsupervised?

No.
Nup.

Right. Well, this has been
a heap of fun.

You will be required to meet with me
and the head of Pharmacy

for an interview.

Will there be cake?
(Snorts)

This is not a joke, Dan. Ricky.

I'll be with you in a sec.

Travis, it's just an adjournment.
It doesn't mean it's over, OK?

How did he swing it?

He says he's got post-operative
stress which is a joke

because I know for a fact that
operation was a complete success.

Then how is he getting away
with this? This is bullshit!

He's laughing at us, Jack.
I'll kill you!

No! Travis! Travis!

See what I have to put up with?

It's no wonder I'm so stressed.

Travis! Stop it!

Don't touch me, alright?
Don't you ever touch me!

OK. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, OK? Just...

..take it easy, would you?

Oh, no. God, no. Allan.

She looks like Cyndi Lauper.

Those stitches will need to come out
in about a week.

Sure. That's great.

Christine?

Christine, tell me what's happening.

I can't see properly.
OK. Just let me help you.

I feel dizzy all of a sudden.
Alright. Use the step.

My heart feels all fluttery.

Might be low blood pressure.

How's your vision now?

It's better.

It's probably those three
short blacks I had this morning.

Three?

It's good for me.

I need a heart-start in my job.

He's gonna get away with it, Jack.

I really should take you to hospital.
Get you checked out.

I know what I'm talking about.

It looks like you've got a fever
at least.

Can't go to hospital.
I won't come out again.

You don't know that.

Jack, I'm dying.

The only reason I've stuck around

was 'cause I could see
the end was in sight.

That was supposed to be today.

It's just a delay, you know?

He won't go to trial.

He's gonna find another way
to worm out of it.

Don't let that bastard get you down.

It's OK for you.

You didn't even want to be here
in the first place.

You're probably relieved right now.

I made a commitment
to put Patrick behind bars.

I plan to stick to it.

Now, Patrick is banking
on us crumbling.

Are you gonna give him
that satisfaction?

Of course not.

We'll get him next time.

For good.

What is it?

Your blood pressure's
on the high side,

which is a little surprising,
given what's just happened.

But in isolation
it's nothing to worry about.

What I'd normally get you to do now
is hold my hands and squeeze them.

I've heard worse lines.

But your hand injury excludes that,

so what I'm gonna get you to do is
push your feet up against my palms.

Don't know what this
has got to do with being dizzy.

Just push up against them
as hard as you can.

Again.

I know you're just doing your job,

but I really do need
to be somewhere else.

I understand that, Christine.

Have you always been weaker
on your left side?

No.

That heart flutter you felt
could be more than just coffee.

I'd like to organise an ECG
just to be on the safe side.

Oh, no, look.
I feel much better now. Really.

Well, it won't take long.

I insist.

Dan.

Can you organise an ECG for me
in cubicle 5?

Sure.
Isn't that Charlotte's patient?

Yeah. I'm following it through
for her.

OK. You want me to let her know
what's going on?

Not now. I don't think we need
to bother her with it.

You know,
I might be out of line here,

but I think she wouldn't mind
being bothered

with a few things right now.

What does that mean?

Well, I think she's feeling
a bit sidelined around here.

She's not sidelined.

Well, look at it
from her point of view.

She used to be Frank's
right-hand man.

Now she's not.

She's still a good doctor.

She must know that.

Well, it might've been a while
since she's heard anyone say it.

You right?

(Sighs) Sorry.

What do you want?

I wanted to say I'm sorry that,
um...

..that I didn't tell you
about Zoe and me earlier.

You made me feel like an idiot, Sean.

I didn't mean to.

Look, if it's any consolation, Zoe's
not exactly thrilled with me either.

No consolation at all.

My relationship with Zoe
has nothing to do with us.

Really?

You don't think
that I had a right to know

that I was bitching about her
to her boyfriend?

What you and I talk about
stays between us.

It's not that simple, Sean.
You lied.

You lied to me.

You should have told me
you were sleeping with the enemy.

Zoe's not the enemy. If you gave her
a chance you might even like her.

Oh! I can't talk to you
about this anymore.

Why not? Of course you can.

I don't want to... because a friend is
supposed to be someone you can trust.

And I can't trust you anymore.

KNOCK AT DOOR
BART: Dr Beaumont?

Yeah.

I need your help with Christine.

Sure.

Her BP's up.

She complained of dizziness,
blurred vision, palpitation.

She had a near syncopal episode.

And there's some muscle weakness
on the left side too.

And you've ordered an ECG?
Yep, Dan's onto it.

So what are you thinking, Bart?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Come on.

Well, those symptoms could be
of neurological or cardiac origin.

So...

So it could be serious, more serious
than the patient's expecting,

and I wouldn't mind a more
experienced doctor to take a look.

Would you mind?

Not at all.

Uh, just give me a minute.

Oh, uh...

..right.

All I heard was
he'd been in an accident.

Well, your friend's just here.

Carl.

Bastard!
I'm sorry.

I trusted you, you miserable scumbag.

Miserable scumbag!
SEAN: Get off him!

Get out of my way.

GABRIELLE: Call Security.
You were supposed to be my mate!

Frank...
Leave him alone.

Just back off.

Back off, mate.

FRANK: Shit.

I can't breathe.

Are you alright, Barry?
OK, here's some oxygen.

Alright, son. Come on.

You alright?
I think so.

Give me a look.

Open your eyes. What's your name?

Carl.

You're not going to do anything
else stupid today, are you, Carl?

Sean.

Alright, on our feet. Come on.

What did you think you were doing?

Nurse, can you take care
of Carl here? Hold that.

He was out of control,
threatening my patient.

I didn't have a choice.

Your shift's over.

(Scoffs) What?

I mean it, Sean. It's over. Go home.

His haemoglobin's dropped.

OK, put up a unit of O-neg,

call the blood bank, get them
to cross-match another four units.

There's some free fluid
in your pelvic cavity, Barry.

It indicates that the injury
to your pelvis has become unstable.

Looks like you're bleeding
internally,

so we need to get you up to Theatre
as soon as we can

and repair the damage.

Right, how we doing here?

Oh, that moron over there
didn't do us any favours.

Don't worry about him. We've called
the cops - they're on their way.

No police. He's my mate.

(Snorts) That guy's your mate?

What did you do - forget
to return his lawnmower?

Fell in love with someone
I shouldn't have.

That'll do it.

I'll let Theatre know we're ready.

MACHINES BEEP

His BP's dropping.

Barry? Barry!

He's unconscious, Frank.

Push those fluids through full bore.

Hey, you. You! Yeah, you.

Get the transport monitor -
bring it in here, quick.

Barry. Barry!

That's going to need suturing.

How's your arm?

OK, you've probably fractured it
in the fall.

Can you organise an X-ray?

How is he?

He is critically ill.

There's a chance he may not make it.
Good.

How can you say that?

He's your friend.
He's no friend of mine.

A guy that does that to you -
any guy - deserves what he gets.

No matter what he did,
he does not deserve to die.

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

You're right. You're right, we don't.

But what I do know is,
carrying on like this,

letting jealousy get the better of
you, it isn't going to help anyone.

Maybe the better thing to do is to
walk away and let it work itself out.

I'd be careful making
your mind up about someone

until you know what
you're talking about.

Look, Mr...

I caught him screwing my daughter!

I'm here to see my boyfriend,

Barry Mitchell.

You know your boyfriend, Barry, has
been involved in a serious accident?

He's OK, though.
They said he was talking.

Yep, there's been an incident
here in the hospital.

What?

Um, well, he has to be taken to the
operating theatre for surgery, so...

Oh, my God!

Barry! Barry, talk to me.

Why can't he talk to me?

He's unconscious. We're taking him
to Theatre. Dan, could you...

Erin, let's go.

I love you, Barry.

This way.

When Barry split up with his wife,
he was a mess.

He had nowhere to go
so I said he could move in.

My wife died five years ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's been me and Erin ever since.

So you two must be very close.

It never occurred to me
that she could be preyed on by...

I mean, he's my best mate.

Now I can explain what's
going to happen to Barry.

Is that my dad?

Erin. No, no, no. Erin!
Hey!

Hey, what did you do to him?
I did what I had to do.

I'll never forgive you for this.
You don't have to forgive me.

Come on, Erin, let's go.

I suppose you've been
telling them all lies about Barry.

He didn't do anything wrong.

Yes, he did.
I love him, Dad.

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

Shh! Right, you two, that's plenty.

You sit there, shut up
and get stitched.

And as for you, let your father get
fixed. No more tantrums! You got me?

You're not the boss of me
any more than him.

Maybe not, but I'm the boss
of this emergency department

and I do get to say who stays
and who gets thrown out.

Oh, God save us!

Get Von.

This ECG measures the electrical
activity of the heart,

so it should give us a good picture
of what just happened.

The heart flutter, you mean?

Yeah, and the slight muscle weakness
you've had on the left side.

Dan, can we take Christine's
BP again, please?

Wow, you get a surprisingly good
resolution on those screens.

Are they commercially available?

Not sure, Christine. Your blood
sugar level is 4.8 millimoles.

Is that good or bad?

Uh, that's normal.

Generally I'm not fond of normal but
today I like normal. Normal's good.

Dan, the pharmacy is here
for your interview.

Yeah, I'm kinda busy right now.
I can take over.

Thanks, Bart.

Thanks, Bart.

BP's still up.

Do you have a history
of high blood pressure?

Apparently.

Do you take medication for that?
Nup.

What do you do?

Um... my GP advised me
to cut out alcohol and coffee

and get some exercise.

And how's that going?

You can count on one hand how many
times I've used my gym membership,

and it's not five.

But I do drink camomile tea.

Between short blacks?

(Scoffs) You've gotta watch
what you tell this one.

And what about the alcohol bit?

Well, um...

..only when I'm entertaining
clients, so that's most days,

but I make sure
it's good-quality wine.

Well, there has to be some perks,
right?

Could you shut your eyes tight
and then open them for me?

Can you tell me
why you're doing this?

Just trying to get a clear picture
of what's happening.

I'm good at telling when people
are trying to keep me in the dark.

OK, let's just say

that I don't think you're going
to make that presentation today.

So Barry's older than me.

I don't get why
everyone's so hung up about it.

I'm trying to determine

whether you're above
the legal age of consent.

She's 17.

Barry didn't attack me or anything.

He's a beautiful... funny,
intelligent man and I love him.

Talk some sense into her, will you?

Well, the fact is, Carl,

that Erin's able to make
her own decisions, legally.

So he's allowed to get away with it?

Can I ask what your mother
thinks about this?

Erin's mum passed away.

I'm sorry, that must have been
very hard for the two of you.

Of course it was.

What's that got to do with anything?

Well, perhaps having Barry
in the house, another adult,

it helped - someone else to talk to.

He talked to me.

Huh, I bet he did.

He listens to me, Dad.
To get you into bed.

No, it wasn't like that.

He talked to me about Mum...
and you never did.

I didn't see any talking when
I walked in on you two this morning.

You didn't even give us
a chance to explain.

You just... freaked out.

Can you blame me, Erin?

If he hadn't have jumped out
that bloody window

I would've killed him
there and then.

I love him, Dad.

I really do.

And this... AF...

..you can treat it, right?

Yeah, there's a few things
we can try.

It's not just your heart
that we're concerned about.

The muscle weakness down the left
side, the impaired coordination -

they're all symptoms
of a brief interruption

of blood flow to your brain.

It's like a mini-stroke.
We call it a TIA.

A stroke?

(Incredulous) Give me a break.
I'm not even 40.

I want to start you on some
medication to thin your blood,

and I also want to send you
for an echo cardiogram -

it's an ultrasound of your heart.

OK, that's fine. You can just call my
secretary and I will book in a date.

We need to start these tests now,
Christine.

AF is a serious condition.

The abnormal rhythm
can cause blood clots

to become lodged
in the valves of your heart.

Left untreated,
these clots can break off,

travel to your brain
and cause a full-blown stroke.

Could, could, could.
I could get run over by a bus.

You just have been, Christine.

You don't understand. If I cancel
this meeting, I lose the client.

I've already been here way too long.
Treatment can't be further delayed.

This agency's all I've got.

If I lose this client I'll go under.
I won't do that. I'd have nothing.

I won't do it!

Christine, Dr Beaumont
is one of the finest doctors

I've ever had the privilege
of working under.

If she recommends this course
of action, you should listen to her.

Please, let me at least
organise some medication for you.

Or a follow-up referral.

I appreciate everything
you've done for me,

and I will follow up with the
suggested treatment plan tomorrow.

Can I get a cab out the front?

We can call one for you.

No, that's fine. Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Why are you clogging up
the corridor? Make yourself useful.

Dr Campion, I just wanted to say

I think Dr Beaumont's return to work
is going really well.

She's amazing.

I need some oxygen over here. Now!

Oxygen, now!
Miss?

Miss, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

Anyone know who this is?

Christine Inglis.

Christine?
Christine, can you hear me?

Christine!
Whose patient is this?

Left pupil is dilated and sluggish.

Her BP's a little low,
sats are at 94%.

She's maintaining her own airway.
Can we have some suction, Dan?

Her blood sugar is 5.2 millimoles.

Can you tell me your full name?

She's definitely responsive
to commands.

Mmm. Just can't get a word out.

Christine, I'm going
to clear out your mouth.

Can you open and close your eyes?

Oh, good.

Christine, we think
you're having a stroke

and that's why you're having
trouble speaking.

Do you understand?

You want to tell me what's going on,
Beaumont?

Uh, Christine presented
two hours ago with a hand injury.

She was showing
unusual neurological symptoms,

impaired coordination,
mild dysphonia suggestive of a TIA.

ECG confirmed AF.

She self-discharged
before I could start any treatment.

Did you explain the risks to her?
(Mouths) Yep.

It's not Dr Beaumont's fault.

She did everything she could to keep
Christine from leaving. So did I.

Just steady on, Homer.
No-one's on trial here... yet.

What about thrombolytic therapy?

Well, if the CT confirms the CVA
is ischemic, she'll be eligible.

It's worth a try.
It could be her best chance.

Sure, but you'll need consent.

I'll contact next of kin.

Christine, I know you must be scared

but I need your consent
to put you on special treatment.

Barry's out of Theatre.

I'm going to go and see him.
You're not.

Dad, I am.

Listen to me. This is over now.
I won't let him touch you again.

It was my idea, Dad.

I wanted it.

Barry freaked when I told him
how I felt.

He was going to move out, remember?

He said he went to you and...
you talked him out of it.

Is this true?

I didn't know that was the reason,
though.

I wanted it to happen, Dad.

I'm not a kid anymore.

I want to see my boyfriend.
Where do I go?

You go up there now,
you can forget about coming home.

Don't worry, I can't find it myself.

(Sighs) Well... that's it!

Er, mate, look, I'm certainly
not condoning what's happened,

but don't you think
you should let the dust settle

before you make a decision that
could affect the rest of your lives?

I'll organise your discharge papers.

Your X-rays are clear.

Beaumont.

She knew the risks, Frank.
She just wouldn't listen.

Oh, well, she wouldn't be
the first, would she?

GABRIELLE: I have complied
with the investigation.

I have.

Look...
(Sighs) I understand that, but...

Yes. I accept full responsibility.

Alright. Thank you. Goodbye.

Have you looked behind the cupboards?
Frank! These drugs are not lost!

They are not misplaced or crushed
or abducted by aliens.

The only reason
that they are no longer here

is that someone who likes drugs
has taken them.

Right.
Right.

But at least according
to Pharmacy's investigation,

it's not anyone
from this department.

Right.

Vladsik!

Are you aware that
a packet of 20 temazapam

has gone missing from my ED?

Nobody tells me anything, Frank.

Do you want to look
in here for them?

Any time a drug goes missing,
you're going to come running to me?

Is that right?
Quite possibly.

(Chuckles) Morphine is my
drug of choice - you know that.

Addicts don't always steal
their drug of choice -

they're too smart.

No. Addicts are not smart, Frank.

Anyway, drugs go missing
all the time.

They get miscounted, they fall down
behind counters, they, er...

They get stolen by professionals
who have a drug addiction,

particularly professionals who have
had their egos kicked recently

by women they're interested in.

(Chuckles) That's a very specific
subclass of professional, Frank.

Does this species have a name?

Listen, mate, if this is a glitch in
your rehab, tell me. I can help you.

Frank, if and when I bust,

it won't be with a pissy
little packet of temazapam.

Mmm.

Jack.

Hey. How'd it go in court?

Er, case was adjourned.

Rescheduled for a month's time.

Oh, what? Why?

(Sighs) Patrick spun this big story

about how stressed he was
over me operating on him.

Don't blame them for believing him -
he's a very good liar.

But it's just a delay, right?

Mate, he's just trying to put it off.

You got him scared, Jack.

I should've let him die when
I had him on the operating table.

CHARLOTTE: Great. Thanks.

That was Neurology. They're putting
Christine on thrombolytic therapy.

Good.

You were really thorough,
Dr Beaumont.

You got the right treatment,
the right diagnosis.

You can't blame yourself
if a patient wouldn't listen to you.

What are you doing, Bart?

Sorry?

Come on. You knew it was TIA
from the start.

Well, I had my suspicions but I...

But because I'd been having
a hard time with Zoe,

you wanted to make me feel
a little bit better?

No.

Yeah.

So, all that crap about me being
such a brilliant doctor...

It's not crap.
I do think you're brilliant.

Bart...

Mmm.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

We're going in my office - now.

Have you heard from Everleigh
since you kicked him out?

No.

And yet I seem to remember
that this shift started

with you assuring me
that your personal life

would not impact upon my ED.

Yeah, I know, but he...

And yet here I am - a doctor down

because he's got a bee in his bonnet
about some little lovers' tiff.

He assaulted a patient, Frank.

He restrained a patient.

Now, whilst I admit he may have been
a little over-the-top,

tell me this -

if it had been Charlotte Beaumont or,
God forbid, Homer who had done it,

would you have sent them
to their room as well?

What was I supposed to do?

Are you or are you not the Deputy
Director of Emergency Medicine?

What's your point?

Because if you are,

I require you to show
at least a modicum of leadership -

not whatever you call
today's little effort.

So, handle it!

I don't know how to
"handle it", Frank, OK?

Sean shouldn't have
announced to the world

that we're seeing each other.

And yet announce it he did.

Oh, come on, Zoe, you must have known
it would come to light at some point.

Didn't you stop to think how it might
undermine your authority as his boss?

Yes. Of course I did.

OK. No, I didn't.

Frank, we were involved
before the job offer came up.

Look, I don't know exactly what's
going on between you and Everleigh

and I don't wish to know
how Vladsik fits into the picture,

but for God's sake,
deal with it - now!

OK.

It's pretty good news, in a way.

(Laughs falsely)

Well, if the lawyers
are trying so hard to delay,

it's because they know once
Wesley gets in there, he's toast.

Yeah. That's basically
what Dan said.

That's why these guys
get paid the big bucks.

They're counting on you and Travis
losing your confidence -

they know all the tricks.

They reckon you'll lose your bottle
and not be able to hang in there.

(Sighs) Well, I just thought...

..it would be over after today.

I thought I'd go in there,
give my evidence and walk away.

But instead,

I have a whole month
to sit around and think about it.

Yeah, well, remember why
you're doing this in the first place.

You're doing it so that
Patrick Wesley

never hurts another kid, right?

You just... think about that. That'll
get you through the next month.

Did you go home and sleep?

I told you, I can't sleep,
so I'll work.

Uh-uh. Sorry.
It's not going to happen.

I'm not having a sleep-deprived
zombie let loose on my patients.

Mike, it wouldn't be the first time

a sleep-deprived zombie
was let loose on patients.

That's when we don't have a choice.
I've got a choice. You're going home.

I'm going home.

Want me to write you something up
if you're having trouble sleeping?

No, I've got some temazapam.

You, er...

Where'd you get that from?
Hmm?

Did you take it from the ED?
No, I got a prescription.

Um, no... I meant to
get a prescription.

Oh, damn it! I'll go tell Frank
that I made the mistake.

No, no, no. Give it to me.

No.
I'll handle this.

You go home.

Still got the keys
to the drug cupboard, Frank?

Come for another raid, have you?

Er, deposit this time -
one packet of temazapam.

Untouched.

They're all in there.
You can count them if you like.

May I enquire as to how these came
into your possession?

I found them in the lift.

(Scoffs)

I didn't steal them, Frank. Let's
just leave it at that, shall we?

You have my word.

Alright, but you can't blame me
for asking the question.

No, I can't.

I don't suppose you're going to
tell me who did take them.

Nope. I'm not.

Oh, this is one of those days
I cannot wait to forget.

Where the hell were they?

Oh, they were, um,
here all the time.

You can tell Admin
to call off the dogs.

Goodnight.
(Sighs) Yeah, 'night, Von.

Oh. What's happened?

Barry doesn't want to see me.

It's Dad's fault.

He made it impossible
for me to be happy.

It was always going to be
complicated. You must've known that.

But that doesn't mean you give up
before you even try, does it?

I mean, if you really love someone,
then...

Erin, you told me that Barry
didn't want to get involved.

Right? And he tried
to move out of the house.

He was just scared.

Well, perhaps he had good reason.

See, perhaps he could see
this day coming

and he wanted to spare you from it.

I don't want to be spared from it.

And I don't care
how complicated it is.

I love him.

Oh, dear.

Come on. I'll give you a lift home.

Sean. It's me.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Our first fight.

It's a milestone -

it's like, um, it's like a first kiss
or the first time I saw you.

It's not something
I want to celebrate.

Well, there's always
our first making up.

Who said you were forgiven?

Look...

..it's been tough enough
for me to get respect

without having to worry that people
think I'm playing favourites.

Point taken.

I'll behave.
I don't want you to behave.

Then what do you want?

I know what I want.

I want this to work.

And I'll make you a big promise -

it will.

I love you.

Take me home.

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TYRES SCREECH

(Boys cheer)

BOY: Oi, run! Let's go, let's go!

Sean. Sean!

Can you hear me? Sean!

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