All language subtitles for All.Saints.S10E27 - Mixed Blessings.en

First day on a new job and I feel
like a slept on a sack of pine cones.

Oh, you are such a sook.
I'm in pain.

I seem to remember you bedding down

on the bare metal in the back
of a ute with no complaints.

It was a lot more comfortable
than your couch.

Huh! I do feel
a bit bad about that, actually.

Frank's gonna have you
on your toes all day.

You really think I'm gonna have
trouble handling this bloke?

Everybody does, to start with.

Oh, OK. If you say so.

I mean it. He is a tough cookie.

(Laughs) I've talked shearers
into taking prostate exams.

I think I can handle Frank Campion.

How close is the other one?
I don't know.

Why don't you bloody well know?

You're in contact with
the other ambulance, aren't you?

Yeah, well, they should be
right behind us, Frank.

Should be?!

Look, this is Craig Roberts,

a 44-year-old male victim
of an alleged home invasion.

Get him into Resus.
Frank.

Oh, you. Do your paperwork,
and then you're in Triage.

Triage?
Nothing above a category four.

You can babysit him.
I haven't got time today.

What have we got here?
This is Vicki Roberts.

This is Craig's wife.

She has multiple fractured ribs
and abdo bruising.

Acute.
She has a possible fractured wrist.

Her BP's 120/75
and her heart rate's at 85.

All yours, Homer.
You need to know about my husband!

I told them in the ambulance.

Craig has a history
of Dandy-Walker variant.

Oh, right.
Hydrocephalus?

Yes!
Congenital or acquired?

Acquired.
He got meningitis when he was young.

Can you tell me what cavity
the fluid's been drained into?

His heart.

Let the Resus team know
I'll be there in a sec.

You need to get his medical records.
We'll take care of that.

Now, what you need to do is let
Dr Beaumont here take care of you.

(Sobs)

BART: Craig, can you hear me?

Organise an urgent
head, abdo, pelvic CT.

There's no haematomas palpable.

Heart rate's 105.

BP's 90/60.

Oh, this is Dr West from the E.D.

I need an urgent head,
abdominal and pelvic CT.

Mm-hm. For Craig Roberts.

No crepitus. Sternum stable.

Can we also add a chest X-ray?

Equal air entry.

There's no sign of a punctured lung.

Let's get another cannula in.
I can do that.

He's coming around, Frank.
Heart rate's rising - 120.

(Yells) Leave us alone!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Leave us alone!
Grab hold and get the rails up.

BART: I got it. I got it.

Mate, you're in hospital.
You're safe.

Get off! Get away!

Get... get... get...

Craig, can you hear me?

Craig, you're in hospital, mate.
You're safe.

I'm Dr Campion. You're safe.

Vicki?

We've got another one of our doctors
looking after her.

You're OK, mate.

Here we go.
(Groans)

Those doctors need to know
that Craig's on his third drain.

OK. It will be in his history.

Ooh, ooh! (Pants)

Alright, Vicki. I'm sorry. Can I
ask you to lie back for me, please?

Ahh, ahh!

The first one was draining
the brain fluid into his abdomen.

It malfunctioned.

And the second one into his lungs
caused infections.

He sounds like
he's been through a lot.

Must be a tough customer.

Normal bloods?

It's been one thing after another
for years.

Alright, Vicki.
Just sit back up for me, please.

Ahh!
That's it. That's great, thank you.

Take a deep breath for me.
Ahh! Ahh!

OK. Alright, that's enough.

Right. Dan, we'll need facial,
chest and wrist X-rays.

Sure.

Now, Vicki, can you tell me
what happened to you?

We were watching TV.

There was a crash
and the door was kicked in.

There were three of them
in our home.

Shouting.
Who were they?

They were wearing balaclavas.

All shouting at once.

"Get on the floor!
Get on the floor!"

And Craig was too slow. One of them
hit him with a metal bar.

(Wails)

They wanted the money.

We gave them everything we could.

They just kept shouting,
"More! More!"

(Cries)
It's OK.

It's OK, it's OK.

(Sobs)
It's OK.

Dan?
Yeah?

I told the cops

that someone would let them know
as soon as they can get a statement.

Uh-huh.
How's she doing?

Oh, some broken bones and...
(Exhales) ..she's shaken up.

What did you find out at the house?
Not much. You?

It was a robbery. Bad robbery.

I don't know what the offenders
thought they were gonna take.

The place was pretty ordinary.
There was nothing expensive in there.

Well, the cops said that
two of them took the husband out

and they were hitting ATMs
for their cash.

You're kidding?
Yeah.

What mongrels.

WOMAN ON RADIO:
Base to 978. Are you clear?

CATE: Yeah, copy that, base.

Hey! Are you done?

I hope your day shift
is quieter than my night shift.

Am I gonna see you later?

Yeah. I'll come and pick you up
when you finish.

OK.
Oh!

Dan.
Yeah?

Your second set of hep C results
has just come through.

Oh.

Do you want to take a break,
have a look at them?

That's OK.
I'll... I'll sort it out later.

OK.

Ah! Need some assistance, Doctor?

Rosie meet Gabrielle.
Gabrielle, Rosie.

G'day, Rosie.
And her son, Brandon.

Hey, Brandon,
do you want to keep up there?

Sorry. He's obsessed
with that thing.

Rosie's got a bit of a fever.
She's picked up a post-op bug.

Just gonna whiz her in
one of these cubicles, take a look.

OK. Subacute five is free.
Excellent.

You can join us, if you want.

Do you want to wait out here
for a minute, sport?

No. Come in, Brandon.
He's my good-luck charm.

Come on.

When was your
breast reconstruction done?

Three months ago.

But the nipples were only done
four days ago.

OK. Well, when did you
first start feeling crook?

The night before last. About that
same time my temperature went up.

OK. Any vomiting or nausea?

Yeah. And chills.

But I'm no stranger
to those symptoms.

GAME BEEPS
I guess not.

(Groans)

Sounds like the antibiotics you're on
aren't doing much good.

Yeah. Can you do something
about the pain?

It just feels like
my skin's on fire.

We will get that under control
for you.

I'm gonna start you
on a bag of saline,

get some bloods and cultures done,
see what's going on.

I will get a cannula in too.

Where was the harvest site
for the grafts?

My back.
Do you mind if I take a look?

(Groans)

And any chance of getting
Rosie's medical file?

Yep, I'll chase that up for you.

Just look for the biggest one
you can find. It'll be hers.

He talks!

When was the last time
you had your tumour markers tested?

Just before the reconstruction.

Any bloody discharge
from the nipples?

No.
I'm out of here.

Where are you going?

Anywhere they're
not talking about your tits.

Brandon!

BART: This would be a great
case study for my final intern paper.

What? It's not the kind of thing
we see every day.

Just curb your enthusiasm.
The man's brain is bleeding.

Either that
or the drain's stopped working.

That would cause the same symptoms,
wouldn't it?

Yes, it would.

Two possible causes
for the same symptoms.

That's what makes it interesting.

Is your pager busted?
No.

So what are we looking at?

Have we got his old scans
for comparison?

None yet.
Well, we're flying blind, then.

Dr Campion?
Yep?

If the symptoms are caused
by a drainage malfunction,

then wouldn't he have had them
before the assault?

Good thinking.
I'll talk to his wife.

Set up for a burr hole.
We need to relieve the pressure.

Frank. Um, you haven't told Bart,
have you?

No.
Yes, well, he needs to know.

Yeah, when the time is right.

He thinks he has a job here
when he finishes his internship.

You have to let him know he hasn't.
I know, I know.

I'm gonna put a brace on that

and that should make you
more comfortable, OK?

How's Craig?
I'll be back soon.

He's experiencing
a build-up of fluid in his skull.

(Whispers) Oh, no.

Yeah. So I need to know about
his health before the assault.

He's... he's been fine.

Was there any blurred vision
or headaches or... moodiness?

Nothing.
He's been... doing really well.

(Sobs) Those... those men.

They've done this to him.

What's happening
could have been caused

by the injury
he sustained in the assault...

Or his drain's blocked again.
Yes.

So that's why I need you
to be very clear

about any recent changes
in his health.

Anything at all.

You don't need to tell me
how serious this is, Doctor.

I was the one holding Craig's hand

when the last surgeon told us
we'd run out of options.

I was there when they said
that if this one stopped working

there was nothing
they could do for him.

Well, if he was symptom-free
before the assault,

there's every chance
that the drain is still viable,

so we can afford
a little bit of optimism.

I thought...
luck was finally on our side.

Now I wish we'd never won
that damn lottery.

You won the lottery?

(Sobs) It's what made us
worth burgling.

Did you find Brandon?

Pointed him in the direction
of the canteen.

Got your blood results back.

And?

White cells are up fighting
that infection, like white cells do.

So it is an infection?

Yeah. How's the pain now?
Yeah, a bit better.

What kind of infection is it?

We won't know for sure
until we get the cultures back.

But it's just a matter of
antibiotics and pain relief, right?

We'll see how that goes
for now, yeah.

Penicillin?
And gentamicin.

We're going to have to
get Rosie into a ward.

OK, sure.
No, no. I can't stay here.

It's just two to three days, tops.

No, no. I can't leave Brandon.

Surely you've got friends
or relatives he could bunk in with?

There's no-one.

Our patient liaison nurse will be
able to find some care for him.

Just pump me full of antibiotics
and get me out of here.

That's not going to happen.

For us to treat you properly, you're
going to have to stay in hospital.

(Sobs)
Hey.

What's wrong, Rosie?

The last couple of months, Brandon's
gone completely off the rails.

He's already
on a community service order.

One more wrong step
and it's juvenile detention.

So you've got to do whatever you
can do to get me out of here, OK?

You were caught walking out
with these in your pocket!

Whatever!
Uh-uh!

Where do you think you're going?

One more step and I'll
hand you over to the police.

What's going on?

I've been looking
for this young fella.

Well, this young fellow's been found
shoplifting from the kiosk.

We're off to my office
for a bit of a chat.

Mind if I take him off your hands?
Screw that. I'm out of here.

Not an option, mate.

Thanks. I've got control.

Five minutes and I'll handball him
straight back to you.

I've just got to discuss
his mother's treatment with him.

Oh, alright.
Let's take a walk.

I don't need anyone
to look after me.

That's not how your mum sees it.

She just doesn't trust me.

From what I gather,
she's got good reason.

Why? What did she say?

You know, just that you've had
a bit of trouble with the cops.

It's nothing I can't handle.

Whether you can handle it or not
is not my concern right now.

I'm trying to take care
of your mother.

So go do it.

OK, you're angry. I'd be angry too.
It sucks that your mum's so sick.

You don't know anything.

See, I know that your mother
needs to be in hospital right now

but she says she's not staying

because she can't leave you alone
for five minutes.

You need to come up
with some answers.

My mum's an idiot.

What's your problem?
She was better. And now she's not.

It's her own stupid fault.

Maybe if you stopped
acting like a spoilt little brat

and started looking after her...

You like her so much, you go do it.

Um...
You're welcome to him.

Thank you.

Short of physically restraining him,
there was little we could do.

This is why I didn't want to
let him out of my sight.

Look, I've got to get out of here.

No, no. You give us a chance
to find him.

Now, any idea where
he may have headed for? A friend's?

When he disappears,
I don't know where he goes.

He doesn't talk.
Look, I've really got to leave.

Can you just find me the... doctor?

Hey. No, I really don't think
you're well enough to leave, Rosie.

What about your parents?
Are they nearby?

I haven't spoken to them
in 16 years.

Look, he's a decent kid, OK?

It's just he's been through a lot.

Maybe I shouldn't
rely on him so much.

Don't worry.
I promise we'll find him.

Deep breaths.
(Pants)

Now, with the perforator bit

I can work my way through the outer
and inner table of the skull.

The Hudson drill
requires a deft touch

and slow, firm clockwise rotations.

Everything under control?
Yep.

You want to take over, Dr Campion?

He knows what this is about.
You don't.

Concentrate. Suction.

Now, how do I know
when to stop drilling?

You'll feel the pop when the drill
goes through the inner table.

(Chuckles) Do you have
any kind of a life at all, Bart,

or do you just sit up all night
studying textbooks?

Well, I have to be prepared for when
I step up to residency status.

Got to be ready
for anything around here.

(Clears throat) Ah, yes.

After you've finished here,
I'd like to have a talk to you.

Sure.
Suction.

Just come and find me
when you've stopped having fun.

And...

POPPING NOISE
..there it is.

That's amazing.

BP's still elevated.

Not for much longer.

Oh, I could never
be able to do that.

Once you get over

the unnerving sensation
of drilling into a man's head,

it's a piece of cake.

There we go. All done.

Feeling better?

What happened?

The procedure's gone well. We've
relieved the pressure on his brain.

So it was the bleed
causing the problem?

It would seem so, yep.

(Sighs) That is such a relief.

Yes, it is.

I was terrified you might
find something else wrong.

Well, I understand your concern,

but if he wasn't showing symptoms
before the assault,

it was a fair bet the injury was
the cause of our current situation.

So it really was
the head injury causing all this?

Why? Is there something
you're not telling us?

Um... it's just...

..Craig's been a little bit off
the last few weeks, that's all.

A little bit off? How so?

Just... nothing major.
Just... just vague and a bit clumsy.

This is exactly
what I was asking you about earlier.

You said he was fine.

Well, what does it matter?
You said you'd fixed it!

OK, let's all just calm down.

Why... why didn't you tell us
the truth

about your husband's condition?

Are you scared that that would mean
that the drain wasn't working?

Well, if it wasn't working

there would be nothing
you could do for him,

that's been made
perfectly clear to us.

But keeping that information from us
hasn't helped the situation.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll keep you informed.

Here we go. Rosie's medical file.

Brandon wasn't kidding
when he said it was big.

No. So shall I get her transferred
upstairs? There's a bed ready.

Just hold off
until Von sorts her son out.

Surely once he realises how sick
his mum is, he'll pull his head in.

I gave it my best shot -
he wasn't listening to me.

You've lost your touch.

You used to be able
to charm the birds from the trees.

Put it down
to a shocking night's sleep.

Huh!

Her chemo was
a lot longer than normal.

Right, so she's looking

at some pretty high-level damage
to her blood vessels.

Yeah. Infection becomes a risk.

The antibiotics
will get that under control?

Won't know until
we get the cultures back.

So, worst case?

She'll be lucky not to lose
a breast implant.

Great! Another botched plastics job.

That's a little harsh, Jack.

Well, why anyone has
cosmetic surgery is beyond me.

Spoken like a true trauma surgeon.

Pain, risk of infection,
and never looks any good.

Plastics also helps
after trauma surgery.

Burns, scarring...

Well, yeah. A few exceptions.

You guys are talking
about breast implants

and having an operation for a bigger
set of boobs is just stupid.

I mean, it's unnecessary,
and they always look fake.

Still, after my patient's double
mastectomy due to breast cancer,

she'd almost settle for fake.

Beats permanent disfigurement.

I did say there were exceptions.

Jack, listen... think... then speak.

BP's rising.

The pressure inside his skull's
building up again.

Burr hole hasn't worked.

No, gotta be a blockage
in the drain.

Well, that's hardly surprising to us
since his wife came clean.

What now?

I dunno. I guess we're cactus.

Well, since we evacuated
the haematoma,

we bought ourselves some time,
but we need a neurosurgeon.

Who's gonna want to do it?

We've gotta try.
The clock's ticking on this guy.

I'm not throwing my hands in the air
and giving up.

I'll get on the blower.
I know a couple of neuro boys.

They might be up for a long shot.

Right.

Oh, look. Bart needs to do
a surgical rotation.

Would you take him on?

Yeah, sure.

Good, good, good.

Rosie, what are you doing?
I've got to find Brendan.

I'm sorry, you can't leave here.
I don't have a choice.

Listen - Von's onto it, security
have been called. He'll show up.

At least give me a chance
to search for him.

You need to speak to this man, Jack.
He's a surgeon.

I'm sorry,
you probably prefer Dr Quade.

No, Jack is fine.
I had to bring Dr Quade down here.

We've got your cultures back

and things aren't looking
too flash, I'm afraid.

Rosie, it looks like
you've developed

a very serious MRSA infection.

Golden Staph.

What? I need surgery?
Yes, you do.

Can't we just let the antibiotics
have a chance to work?

No, I'm afraid
with this kind of infection,

surgery really is the only option.

I know this is a kick in the guts
but we have to move quickly on this.

We'll need to remove
both the implants

and possibly
some surrounding tissue.

Oh, God!
It's a lot to take in.

You think so?!
I know you're worried about Brandon.

But we have to move on this.
Let's get this consent form signed.

I'll get the theatre organised.

Can't sign that -
not until I've found Brandon.

If you don't have it, you'll die.
No!

Hey, hey.
Brandon!

Brandon! Brandon!
Jack!

I'm sorry, OK?
I won't let him out of my sight.

I'll take care of...
I've got it covered.

I promise I won't thump him.

You better bloody not, you...

What are you doing?

Leave me alone!
I don't think you want that, mate.

Yeah?
You're gonna fight me, are you?

Just calm down,
will you, mate? Calm...

OK, swing away.
I guess that bin had it coming.

Lay the smackdown on it, mate.
Leave me alone!

Almost finished?

All done?

(Cries out)
It's OK. It's OK.

Craig!
He'll be going up to ICU shortly.

Is he gonna be alright?

His condition's critical

but we'll get the neurosurgeon
to take over his case.

Don't you worry about anything.
You're gonna be fine.

And when we get out of here,
we'll move.

MONITOR BEEPS

BP's 70 over 45. Heart rate's 40.

Come on, Vicki.
Let's give them room to work.

What's happening?
Turned up his oxygen?

Let's let them look after him.

No! Don't you let him die.

Please! I can't lose him!

We'll do everything we can.
Don't worry.

We gotta get into that ventricle,
otherwise he's gonna cark it.

Agreed.

We can use the existing burr hole
to do a ventriculostomy

but we're on our own on this one.

No one'll try that on in an E.D.

We can tap into the ventricle and
draw the excess fluid off his brain.

It's that simple?
Didn't say it was simple.

Said it was what we were gonna do.

VICKI: We grew up
in the same block of flats.

I had a crush on him
as a teenager.

By the time I was 20, it was love.

I just never wanted anyone else.

Luck's a strange thing.

I get the man of my dreams, but he's
in and out of hospital all his life.

And then we win the lottery,
and it turns out to be a curse.

How did the people
that broke into your house...

How did they know that you'd won it?

Local paper ran a story on us.

The newsagent
who sold us the numbers...

Me and Craig all smiling
with the winning ticket.

People from all over the place
started contacting us.

Family members so distant
I could hardly remember them.

All wanting money.

I never thought it'd be like that.

I'd give it all back
if it'd change things.

Every cent.

Vicky, the assault
didn't cause Craig's problems.

You know, with or without the money,

he still would've been
in a lot of trouble medically.

Who'd of thought good news
could turn bad so fast?

You know what?

Maybe bad news
can turn good just as quickly.

Hmm?

Maybe.
Maybe.

So it's just you and your mum.
No other family around.

Nuh.

I grew up in a small town out west.

Not a lot of people there either.

Best friend was a dog called Sheba.

Big, old, ugly bitzer.

Hey! Is everything OK?

We're good.

Your mum really wants to see you.

Be there in five.

Right, mate?

What's a bitzer?

Bits of kelpie, bits of mastiff,
real mongrel.

She, uh...
she went everywhere with me.

Great dog.

Then when I was 16,
she was poisoned by the neighbour.

Why?
He didn't mean it.

He was baiting for foxes.

But I was so mad at him.
He was like an uncle to me.

He used to take me
rabbit shooting and stuff.

I was so mad at him that even when
he came around to visit the old man,

I'd be straight out of there.

Then the idiot rolled his tractor.

Killed instantly.

Suddenly I felt bad about
spending so much time hating him,

it just made losing him
that much worse.

Are you trying to make
some kind of point here?

Only that life sucks.

Yours sucks more than most right now,

but getting angry about it
is no solution.

We're not talking about a dog here.
This is my mum.

I know.

And what's happening to my mum
is her fault.

She beat cancer, and even that
wasn't good enough for her.

What she needs from you right now
is your support.

I've given it to her!

But all she cares about is herself.

She knew the risks
and she can deal with it.

Brandon. Hang on - Brandon!
Let him go.

He has to want to be with his mother.

It's not something
we can actually force him to do.

I've never heard that story before.

My dog lived
for another eight years.

And apart from a bit of arthritis,
my neighbour's still going strong.

You...
VON: Yep, he's 15 years old.

But I do need to know
as soon as you can tell me, please.

Ta.

How'd you go with the boy?

Not great.
Where is he?

Probably outside somewhere.

You've lost him?

He won't have gone far.
Oh, you don't where he is.

But you know he hasn't gone far.

Well, yeah.

He was angry, Von.
And who can blame him?

Oh, look, I know.
This is your first day here.

So why don't we get
a few things straight.

Look, you look after the patients.

I look after their needs
when they leave.

I also look after
the needs of their families.

No problem.
Excuse me?

You will pay me the courtesy
of letting me do my job.

Understood?

Understood.
Good.

OK, so you warn me about Frank
and forget to mention her.

What exactly are you doing?

My plan is to insert this needle
through the brain

and into the ventricle.

How do you know
when you've found it?

There'll be slight give at a depth
of, oh, four to five centimetres.

And if he doesn't get in cleanly,

he'll damage the man's brain
with his needle.

Thank you, Frank.

Right, we're through.

That's it?

Heart rate's dropping.
45. BP's 155 over 100.

Not quite.

There.

Now... what do you think that is?

Cerebral spinal fluid.

Correct.
And now we attach a drain?

Hold on. Just give me a second.

Get onto ICU. Tell them that when
we're finished, they can have him.

Yeah, OK.

But first, I'll need
the distal end secured and dressed.

Sure.
Just nice and slowly, nurse.

Thank you.

The internal drain will have to be
revised in theatre within a week.

We should've been able to rustle up
a neurosurgeon by then.

Let's bloody hope so.

Heart rate looks like
it's stabilising.

Mmm.

Record the opening pressure,
the quality of wave form,

and the CSF characteristics for me.

Certainly, Dr Vlasic. Oh, excuse me.

Um, Bart?

It's Mike.

OK, Mike.

There.

That ought to drain the excess fluid.

Come on!

And... that's got it.

Let's get this man ready for ICU.

Ah, there you are.

Oh, yes. Here I am.
What can I do for you?

Uh, nothing.

Listen, about before -
that whole plastic surgery thing.

Mmm. You kind of
put your foot in it, didn't you?

Well, Steve took me the wrong way.

I do know that cosmetic surgery
can be completely valid.

Mmm, I know where
you were coming from.

Yeah, well, I've just had to
deal with too many cases

of shoddy work that should never
have been done in the first place.

Infection, scarring,
chronic pain, all that.

Why are you telling me this?

We have to work together, and I
didn't want you thinking that I...

..you know...

A typical, arrogant surgeon
who thinks he's God's gift

because that's not me.

OK. (Laughs)

BEEPER SOUNDS

Oh.

Got two...

Yep.
See you round?

Not if I see you first.

Kidding.

You want to stop doing that?

Pfft! It's a free country.

Yeah?

So I can do what I want.

Of course you can.

You can break all the rules,
you can end up in prison,

you can waste your life
feeling sorry for yourself.

Is that supposed to
make me feel better?

Oh, I'm not here
to make you feel better.

Then why are you here?

I'd like to know
why you're so angry with your mum

and I'm here to support the doctors

who are in there
trying to save her life.

But you may well get your wish.

To be left alone.

That is what you wanted, isn't it?

And I know
you have been through a lot,

but I don't think you know how close
you are to losing everything.

Not fair, is it?

Your mum gets cancer.
You have to be her support.

None of us like to admit it
but we all get scared sometimes.

She beat the cancer.

She was alright.

Yep.

Come on.

Who wants to win the lottery, huh?

Who wouldn't?

Everything comes with a price -
you get handed a good thing,

chances are it will get balanced out
with a really crappy thing.

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey.
Hey.

Had a chance
to look at your results yet?

Oh, I've been too busy.

Take a minute if you need to.
No. This is cool.

Hey, where do you think you're going?
We're taking Craig up to ICU.

He doesn't need
a bloody honour guard.

I'll be right back.
Homer!

10 minutes. 15 tops.

Don't look at me like that. I've been
trying to talk to him all bloody day.

Try harder.

Now, I need you to sign
this consent for surgery.

I can't sign it until
I know Brandon is going to be OK.

I just have to talk to him. OK?

You need to think about
yourself here.

I'm going to be there for him
no matter what it takes.

Hang on. You can't get out of bed.
Just watch me.

You're not making things easy for
yourself. You know that, don't you?

Mum!

Brandon!

Oh, careful.

Where've you been?

Well, that is my fault.
We got chatting, didn't we?

And your son would like
to ask you some questions.

Sure.

I don't get it, Mum.

I don't understand
why you had the operation.

I had to.
No, you didn't.

He really needs to understand
why you did it, Rosie.

I don't know how to
put it into words.

It was just something I had to do...

..to make myself feel better.

What makes you a man, Brandon?

What is it that makes you
feel like a man?

I don't know. Just do.

Well, part of it's how you act.

Part of it's how you look, right?

It can't be that different
for a woman, can it?

I guess not.

Is that right, Mum?

It sounds so stupid but I just
couldn't look at myself anymore.

The scars.

I just didn't feel like
myself anymore.

I'm sorry.

I just thought... I don't know...

..the cancer was gone,
so everything was cool.

And I got angry at you.

I got angry because I don't
want you to be sick anymore.

I don't want
to be sick anymore, baby.

I just got off the phone
to Doctor Wu.

Oh, you're going to be popular.
He's overseas, isn't he?

Well, he's going to cut short his
holiday and come back just for this.

Really?

Yes. Appealed to his ego.
He does love a challenge.

It's good news, anyway.
Craig's a lucky man.

Yeah, it's a good day's work
all round.

So, do you want to tell
his wife what's going on?

Sure. Than I think we all deserve
a drink. What do you reckon?

Yeah. That would be great.

But first you and I
have to have a chat.

Sure.
Come on.

I'll be up to see you
after the procedure.

Thanks. For everything.

Good luck, Rosie.

Are you OK?
Yeah.

Is it that obvious I'm nervous?

You're cutting off
the circulation in my hand.

(Laughs) Cheeky brat.

OK. Let's get this show on the road.

Well, from now on I think
I'll leave stroppy teenagers to you.

That's a good idea.

I take it back.

You haven't lost your touch at all.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hey.

So, what are we dealing with here?

This Steve Taylor.

He strikes me as the sort of bloke

who loves to solve
everyone's problems

and he certainly likes to be liked.

Yeah. Which means
you don't like him, right?

Gabrielle! I keep an open mind.

So, what is it that you
don't like about him?

Well, clearly you two
go back a long way,

and hey, I don't want to
tread on anyone's toes,

and I usually trust Frank's
judgement in hiring staff, but...

But...?

He does seem to have a short fuse.

I wouldn't say that, you know?
He just likes to get things done.

He's a country doctor. He's used
to doing everything by himself.

He's very hands-on.

And you think he'll adjust
to a big-city hospital?

Look, Steve throws himself
into everything 150%.

Sometimes he goes too hard.
He's made the odd mistake.

But he's no fool.

OK.
OK.

Take a seat.

Am I in trouble?

No, no, no, no. Far from it.

Did Vlasek tell you that he's going
to supervise your surgical rotation?

No. That's great.

Once I've done that
I've finished my internship.

Yes, it'll take a week or so
to do the paperwork

and then I'll hand you over to him.

Seems like 100 years ago

you and I talked about me
becoming an emergency physician.

Can't believe I'm one rotation away
from actually doing it.

Mmm.

What's wrong?

Oh, Homer, it's, um...

See, running this place
is like a constant juggling act.

I've had to hire a new doctor
and I've got Zoe's 2IC position,

and it all costs money - it's not
as if we're flush with cash, so...

Our budget's so far over it's a joke.

See?

What's that got to do with me?

I haven't got enough dough to offer
you a residency position in the E.D.

You don't have a job for me here.

No. I'm sorry, Bart.

But as soon as you've
finished your internship

I can find a good position
for you somewhere else.

I do have some friends
in other places.

Is that all you wanted me for?

Yes. Yes, mate.

(Slams locker door)

Still haven't learned
your lesson, I see.

Remember the last time
you had a fight with a locker?

Trust me, I'd rather
have concussion right now.

Oh, what's wrong?

Know any good jobs going
for an E.D. resident?

Oh.

Look, whatever Frank
has said or done,

he wouldn't give up
your position here.

You know he'll calm down.

Bart.
There is no position for me here.

Look, I'm an idiot.
I just assumed that I'd be staying.

It's what Dr Campion and I
talked about.

Well, what are you talking about now?

Leave it alone, Von.

So, where are we going?
Nowhere. We're going nowhere.

Your second round of hep C results?

What do they say?
Well, I haven't opened them yet.

One minute I'm saying, "This is
going to be cool. It'll clear me."

And the next minute I'm...

You bloody should have
called me earlier.

I would have come straight in.

I'm probably making
a big deal out of nothing, aren't I?

There's tons of false positives
in the first test, aren't there?

Yep. There are.

Alright. You do the honours.

You sure?
Yeah. I'm sure.

(Clears throat)

I can't wait for all this to be over
and my life to be normal again.

No more blood tests and watching
every single thing that I do

and worrying if I'm going to
contaminate someone, and...

My life's going to change
for the better soon, right?

Dan, I'm so sorry
but you are positive for hep C.

At least you know now, right?

Yeah. Now I know.

There you go. That's the last one.
Cool.

Hey.
Hi.

I was about to head upstairs.
How are the home invasion couple?

Doing pretty well, eventually.

Those bastards, eh?

Waltzing in there and turning
their world upside down.

It's so wrong.
Yeah.

(Speaks Czech)
Mmm. Life sucks.

Hey, you speak Czech?

No. You taught me that, remember?

Yeah, right.

You don't forget anything, do you?

Never miss a beat.

See ya.
'Bye.

So, what is the story
with you and him?

What do you mean?

I mean one minute
you're at each other's throats,

and the next it's
like nothing's ever happened.

You're like an old married couple.

(Laughs) Shut up.

So who's shouting the drinks
for the new kid on the block?

I would be happy to.
It's good to have you on board.

It's good to be here.

Taylor, why have I got a bill
for stolen batteries?

Nothing to do with me.

What about that?

(Sighs) You know, Von could probably
explain that better than I can.

Von is not in that picture.

Hey. Thought you were
going to the pub with Zoe.

(Sighs) Had an incident report
to fill out for our glorious leader.

Good start, huh?
Yeah. You'll live.

Give me five minutes.
Then we can go home.

You have a date
with my couch, remember?

Oh, what?

I didn't sleep a wink
on that thing last night.

Look, if it is really
that uncomfortable, I will...

Look, I will clean out
the spare room. I'll buy you a bed!

I didn't mean that.

I was an idiot to think that I could
stay with you last night and not...

Well, it was bloody awful,
to say the least.

I know I deserve to feel like crap,

but I think it might be better
if I bunk somewhere else.

You don't have to do that.

Yeah, I do.

Unless you've changed your mind
about forgiving me.