All language subtitles for All.Saints.S08E30 - Spinning Out.en

Nelson's looking for you.
I got held up at home.

Party a bit hard last night, did you?
Did he say what he wanted?

He was wondering where you were.
I'm not late, Jess.

Our shift started exactly
three and a half minutes ago.

I guess you'd know. It's not like
your watch would ever be wrong.

You! I've been looking for you
for five minutes.

How could someone whose favourite
word is 'no' never hear it, Frank?

How many times have I said, don't
volunteer me for trauma call-outs?

I keep doing it because I love
having this conversation.

Go have a conversation with Admin

about establishing
a proper medical response unit.

You think I don't
on a mind-numbingly boring basis?

Then why isn't it happening?

For the same reason
I volunteer you -

there aren't enough bods
because there aren't enough bucks.

Great. I'll tell the patient that
when I arrive.

Take McMouth as your RN.
Do I get a say?

Of course. She's a paramedic -
loud enough for four.

I'll do it. On one condition.
Make it snappy.

You go to Admin and you ask them
to establish a proper MRU

and you promise to do it today.

I promise. Now get out of here.

Okay. Well, that's us then. Let's go.
Lucky us.

SIREN WAILS

CATE: Hey.
G'day.

Early 20s male. Name's Marcus.

Him and his mates thought
it'd be fun to drag race here.

One of them lost control,

collected our boy
and rammed him into a cement pylon.

So what seems to be the problem then?
This is the problem.

Thought we'd leave things as is
till you took a look.

Bloody hell.

We've padded round the metal spike,
tried to stabilise it,

given 5mg morph titrated to pain,
no LOC.

All things considered,
he's pretty stable.

Speak for yourself.
Hey, Marcus. I'm Cate.

I'll take your blood pressure and
Dr Hughes will check you over, okay?

Got myself into a bloody mess
this time, haven't I, Doc?

My name's Vincent.
How are you feeling?

Like a dick.

I've got all these people
gawking at me and now you too.

Okay, Marcus.
Can you wiggle your toes for me?

Alright. Good man.

Want to tell me
how this happened?

We were just hanging out.

Come here sometimes,

check out the modifications
we've made to our wheels.

I was mucking around,
trying to impress a couple of girls.

A mate lost control on the corner.

Next thing you know, I'm plastered
to this thing, can't get it out.

Tried to pull it off
but my mate told me not to.

Smart mate.

So how bad is it?

Oh, hold on, buddy.
Just don't move for me, please.

I stuff up like this all the time.

It's, like,
even if there are only two choices,

my DNA always makes me
do the dumbest.

This is karma.

Listen, Marcus, we're going
to get you off this thing.

You've got to stop
being so hard on yourself, okay?

Okay. I'll try.

BP's dropped a bit, 110/70,
and heart rate's elevated to 94.

MAN: Vincent, over here.
I'll be back in a minute.

What do you think?

Well, you were right to leave him.
Femoral artery's compressed.

So we've gotta get him off that
spike without damaging the artery?

I reckon that spike's the only thing
stopping him bleeding to death.

SIREN WAILS

Jeffrey with a 'J'.
Guess who this is.

Right first time.

Is our esteemed Director of Medicine
at her desk?

When will she be back?
Well, you tell...

They need you in Resus.
Attempted suicide.

You tell her I want 10 minutes
of her time today.

If I don't get it,
I'll hold you personally responsible.

(groans)
It's okay, Paula.

You're in hospital.
You're in good hands. Come on.

What have we got?
Overdose.

Female, mid-30s,
up to 60 tricyclic anti-depressants

and God knows what else.

Most of the containers in there
aren't labelled.

We're doing bloods
for the drug screen.

How was she at the scene?
Drowsy but rouseable.

She started hallucinating in transit
and her GCS is 10.

Pupils are sluggish.
She's tachycardic.

BP's 110/60,
but her systolic was around 90.

So she took them a while ago?

She's had Naloxone 6mg IV total
with little effect,

and the ECG shows
lengthened QRS intervals.

Give her another 4mg Naloxone.
Set up for an infusion.

And give her charcoal
after the stomach lavage?

Better late than never.
We'll need a contents analysis.

Have we contacted her next of kin?

The police called her husband
at work. He's coming in.

Who called the police?
The patient did, apparently.

They had to break in.

If she was trying
to impress her husband,

let's hope he knows
what else she took.

You think she did this for
attention? Frank, that's ridiculous.

You don't know anything
about this woman.

I know she took a bucketload
of pills and called for help.

What else should I know? Find her
records - see if it's a one-off.

DRILL WHIRRS
What are they doing?

Rescue have gotta chip away
at the concrete for a bit.

Why would they do that?

To see how deep the spike
goes into the cement.

We'll get you out after that.

How are you doing?

Starting to stress out, actually.
Are you in any pain?

I really need to get out of here.

I know. I understand,
we'll get you out. Relax.

Like, now!

Hold on, hold on.
Stay still, please. Please.

You move and your leg
will start bleeding, man.

Easy to say -
"Stay calm, keep still."

It isn't you that's stuck
in this bloody position.

Hey! Marcus, I need you to stay
as still as possible.

Do you understand me?

Alright. Good man. Come on.

Can't you just cut me out of here?
Wouldn't that be faster?

The whole roof could fall down on me.
Mate, that's not gonna happen.

This is why we're doing what we're
doing. It's slow but it's safe.

Do you understand?

I'm cold.

Cate...

Hey, where are you going?
What's wrong?

Nothing wrong.

If he keeps shivering,

he'll pull his leg off that spike
and bleed out.

There's a takeaway place nearby,

I'll grab some bags of Hartmann's,
see if we can microwave them.

We've gotta get warm fluids
into him.

Hello. My name's Graham Murdock.
My wife Paula's here.

Oh, yes, Mr Murdock. I'm Jessica.
I've been looking after her.

Can I see her? Is she awake?
Come through. I'll buzz you in.

Has she said anything?
Is she alright?

She's not really making much sense
at the moment

and we're unsure about
exactly what she's taken...

She's awake?

Follow me.
I'll get the doctors to explain.

No, please...

Paula, I'm going to give you
some charcoal

to stop your body absorbing
the drugs that you've taken.

This might be
a little bit uncomfortable

but it's something we have to do.

This is Mr Murdock, Paula's husband.

Frank Campion.
How is she?

She's overdosed,
we think on anti-depressants.

Graham?
It's me. You okay?

She's delirious, Mr Murdock.

Has she asked for me?
Did she say what happened?

No.

We know she's taken
some anti-depressants,

but to treat her properly
we need to know what else.

Can you tell me what medications
might've been in these bottles?

She took all that?
That's what the police found.

Paulie, what were you thinking?
Mr Murdock?

She uses lots of medication.
I wouldn't know how much is there.

Right. How was she
when you left this morning?

Apart from being quiet, fine.
We argued before I went to work.

Mm-hm. What time was that?

I got there about 9:00.

Traffic wasn't too bad.

Maybe left home at 8:30.

It's me, Paulie. Are you okay?

Give her something to calm her.

We're doing everything
we can for her.

Come with me.
I'll show you where to wait.

No, I'll wait here.

I'll let you know
if there's any change.

Temp's still up. 39.2.

Okay. Give paracetamol, 1g PR.
Sure.

I'll clean her up.

Timing.

Charcoal -
the gift that keeps on giving.

Think I came on strong
with Frank before?

Rhinos have pictures of Frank
in their lockers.

He's the pin-up boy of hide.
Don't.

What?
Make me think of Frank as a pin-up.

Seriously,
do you think I was out of line?

Since when do you care
if you're out of line?

Hey, I'm sorry about the other day.
I didn't mean to take it out on you.

Are we okay?
Yeah. Yeah, we're okay.

Have you heard from Stuart?
I'm sure he's fine, Jess.

I'm not so sure, Dan.

You know, people deal
with stress differently.

It doesn't mean that they're seeking
attention or being manipulative.

Maybe it's a genuine cry for help.

Do these look like finger marks
to you?

Yeah.

She's got them on this arm too.
Frank, look at this.

She's got finger marks on both arms.

Didn't her husband say
they were fighting this morning?

Yeah, he did.

Hey, where are they taking my mate?
They're not arresting him, are they?

I don't know. Hey, hey, Marcus,
keep still, will you? Please.

I'm only interested in
getting you out in one piece.

That's all we need to be concerned
about at the moment.

Okay. Marcus, these fluids
have been warmed, so pretty soon...

How's that?
Oh, man, that feels great.

Good.

Don't suppose it came
with a pizza too?

(laughs)
Now I know you're feeling better.

How's it going?
BUZZ: This'll take hours.

I can't go any faster without
the risk of the spike moving.

How deep is it in the concrete?
No idea yet.

What's going on?
It's taking a bit of time, mate.

Come on, You've come this far.
You can go a little bit further.

(screams)
Stay up, stay up.

Hit a soft spot in the cement.
The spike shifted.

Femoral artery?
Yep. I think he's lacerated it.

Is that bad? Am I going to die?
Please don't let me die.

Hey, hey. Calm down. Come on.
You've gotta trust me on this one.

How is she? Has something happened?
No, no. No change.

Graham, I need to ask you
more questions.

You said you and your wife
argued this morning?

Yeah. It's my fault she's in here.

I should've shut my mouth
and let her have her say.

Has she done
anything like this before?

No.

She always threatens to,
but I always run away to work

and when I come home,
she's always there.

I should've realised
this morning was different.

Listen, Graham...

No, no. You don't understand -
she was wild.

I had to get physical with her,
grab her and throw her out the way.

I had to get out. If I'd stayed,
I don't know what I would've done.

Apart from your GP, has she seen
any other doctors recently?

Why would she do that?

Maybe to get
more than one prescription.

You think she went doctor-shopping
to stock up for this?

I don't know, but she has taken
a lot of different drugs.

If I'd gotten home today
and found her,

I don't know what I would've done.

I'm afraid
you need to prepare yourself

for the possibility she may not
have called for help soon enough.

I can't imagine why she'd do this.

I mean, sure, we've got problems.
All couples do.

I need to be with her.

Okay, Paula, I'm going to put
some alcohol on your finger,

give it a jab, take some blood,
and we're done.

Would you like me to hold that?
It's okay.

No, I'd like to. Please.
Sure. Just keep pressure on it.

How's she going?
Chest X-ray's clear.

There's no evidence that she's
aspirated any tablets or fluid.

Blood?

Positive to benzodiazepines and TCAs,

as well as
some unidentified compounds,

so I'm thinking
they might explain the temperature.

Which is?
Dan, have you got the temp?

39.2 and BGL 3.2.

Stomach contents?
Still waiting on those.

We can't help her
if we don't know what she's taken.

Paula, it's me. It's Graham.

It's okay, it's okay.

If you can hear me, Paulie,

just remember the first face
you see when you wake up,

it's going to be mine.

The first face you see when
you wake up, it's going to be mine.

They are fast-tracking
the stomach contents right now.

Good.

Jack, shouldn't that paracetamol
have kicked in by now?

Yeah.

Should I give her
a tepid sponge bath?

Give it a couple of minutes.

Mr Murdock, Paula hasn't
been ill recently, has she?

No. Why?

We're just having trouble
lowering her temperature.

That's not going to affect her,
though? She's going to be okay?

Well, she may have taken
some slow-release medication.

At this stage,
all we can do is just wait and see.

For how long, for God's sake?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, doctors. I know you're
trying to do your best. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

DRILL WHIRRS

Hey, how's the pain?
Not bad.

It's not going to happen again,
is it?

No, mate.

The boys have promised
only one per customer.

He's still hypotensive
but the BP's holding.

Right.

The other good news is,
the bleeding's stopped.

What were you saying about karma?

Talk to me once I'm outta here.
Things are looking up, you know?

Yeah, maybe. I guess.

That's the most dangerous time,
isn't it?

That's when it usually turns to crap.
That's not true.

It's karma. I'm telling you.

The popliteal pulse is faint.
The dorsalis pedis is absent.

Now, Marcus, sometimes you make good
decisions and sometimes bad ones.

It's how you deal with the outcome
that makes a difference.

So, what, you've got to be
a glass-is-half-full kind of guy?

Well, yeah.

Wouldn't hurt to try, would it?

How do I do that here?
Mate, I wouldn't have a clue.

Suppose it could've been worse.

I could've lost my dacks in front of
those girls I was trying to impress.

How do you know it wouldn't have
impressed the hell out of them?

Hey, Buzz, got a second?
Yep.

Listen, he's losing pulses
in his leg. How much longer?

Shouldn't be long till we have room
to get the angle grinder in there.

And how much vibration do you reckon
we'll get from the grinder?

Well, we've supported the spike
as best we can with wedges,

but there's no guarantee that'll
stop movement once we start cutting.

It was dumb luck that
we nicked the artery.

We could have completely severed it.

We can't afford to let that spike
move even a millimetre more.

That spike's bedded into the
cement further than we anticipated.

You got a better idea,
I'm happy to hear it,

but right now,
we don't have a choice.

It's the only way to get him out.

We'll take it slow. I promise.

Alright.

So, how long
have you been married for?

Um... next Thursday would...
will be our 20th anniversary.

20th anniversary.

She was only 17 when we got married.

I remember
she wanted to write her own vows.

I said she had to be careful
what she promised,

because that would be forever.

Look, take a break.

I'll give Paula
a bath while you're gone,

and you'll both feel better.

I thought a female nurse
would do that.

They're all busy.

It's nothing personal,

but it's something Paulie
wouldn't be very comfortable with.

Mr Murdock, it really is
just part of the job, so...

I don't care.
You are not touching my wife.

Oh.

I'll, um...

..I'll see if one of the nurses
is available.

Pisses me off.

Come on.

It can't be the first time
someone's been uncomfortable

about you sponging a female patient.

No, it's not, and it pisses me off
every time it happens.

I mean, what does he think?

The only reason we became nurses

is so we could get our jollies
washing sick people?

Who knows.

Why won't people let you help them?

I mean, you'd think if you'd been
in a relationship for 20 years,

they'd want you to look out for them.

Right.

You share the good times,
so why can't you share the bad?

It's not like you'll walk out
because the going gets tough.

That's why you've stuck with
the relationship for 20 years -

you want what's best for them,
you want them to get better.

That's what you'd want
them to do for you.

Right.

I mean, that's, um... that's what
her husband should be thinking.

Yeah, but she, your patient -

she's not the one
refusing your help.

Now, they are going as fast
as they can on the stomach contents,

but there is a backlog, and without
those results, I am flying blind.

Then go with what you know.

She's positive to benzos and TCAs,
meaning?

Keeping an eye out for toxicity
in the cardiovascular system

and the peripheral and central
nervous system.

I know, Frank.

Then stop whinging
and get back to work.

Well, it's just, I was hoping
you might shed some light

on to why her temperature's still up.

I can't,

which is why I'm putting a rocket
up Pathology's collective arses.

Yes, Goldman?

You should know that our devoted
husband wants a female nurse.

Talk to Curtis. He's your boss.
I already have.

There's something about that guy.

All touchy-feely
with his wife in here,

but covering her with bruises
at home.

He explained that.
I'm telling you how I feel.

SIREN SOUNDS

Seizure started 10 seconds ago
with no obvious precursors.

She was hypotensive but she was
having some multifocal ectopics.

Vomited about 100ml
of activated charcoal.

Her NPA's distracted.

JACK: Dan, IV Diazepam 10 milligrams,
please.

Get the sats probe
and cardiac leads on.

DAN: Diazepam 10mg in.
Why is she fitting like this?

It's a reaction to the drugs.
Go to the quiet room.

I'll get you
when this is controlled.

Dan, call Radiology,
tell them an urgent head CT,

and we'll get her down soon.

Don't put yourself through this.
There's no need. I'll see you soon.

Has her brain been affected?
Will she know me when she wakes up?

Can you please leave?

More IV Diazepam - 10mg, thank you.

And where is the Pathology report?

Frank, we need the stomach contents
analysis now!

Diazepam 10mg in.

What the hell
has this poor woman taken?

Far enough downwind for you?

Depends what you're planning to do.

Those things
will kill you eventually?

Yes, I read that on the packet.
So why keep doing it?

I don't know.

Maybe the same reason
that you eat too much.

Life on the edge, hey?

It could be a way of getting
a couple of small wins in, you know,

before the final round.

Bloody big gamble
if you're not serious.

Only if you think about it.

PAGER BEEPS
Yep.

Thank you, Frank.

Did Jeffrey with a 'J'
page me and then piss off?

Not everything's about you.
Jeffrey's doing something for me.

Where's Kathleen?

That's what he's doing -
he's taken her down to Records.

How long have they been gone?

Don't stress. He can be trusted.
Not with my daughter, he can't.

According to you,

I neuter my male staff as an
employment condition. Remember?

Anyway...
Jeffrey said you wanted to see me.

Yeah.

I sent Hughes on a trauma call
this morning,

and he bitched again
about our team size.

And I took an ED nurse out.

Oh, look, Frank. You know,
we've had this conversation.

I mentioned we've have had
this conversation ad nauseam.

We're having it again?
Cause he's got a bloody good point.

It's professionally embarrassing
and medically inept

that he goes out alone.

Alright. Give me something in
writing, I'll take it to the board.

I've got a budget surplus
in another area.

With the right submission,

I might be able to reallocate those
funds to the medical response unit,

providing it's tactfully worded.

You know me.
Don't I just.

Gee. Under two minutes.
I'm impressed.

You remind Jeffrey with a 'J'
this place is riddled with cameras

and I've got mates in Security.

I already have.

Anything else?
No, no, no.

Hey. A bit of warning
would've been nice, Frank.

If you're gonna kick me out of ED,
you could let me know yourself.

What are you squawking about?

"Dear Dr Quaid,
as a... blah blah blah."

Why do they make these
things so bloody long-winded?

It's not as though
I've been stuffing up around here.

I've been pretty good, actually.

I think my performance in this
department has been outstanding.

Blow your own trumpet a bit more.

Oh, I see. You've been bumped
over to a surgical rotation.

Well, have fun with it.
I don't want to be a surgeon!

There's hope for you yet.
I mean it.

Call Admin,
tell them you can't spare me?

I can't.

You work in all departments
until you become a grown-up doctor.

(groans) This sucks!
Maybe.

You can spend the next
two weeks whinging about it

or you can practise kissing
the surgeons' backsides right now.

In fact, I can to page Vincent for
you? You could start straightaway.

Ha, ha. This really, really sucks.

I start to find my feet around here
and then, you know...

For goodness sakes. We're not losing
you. We couldn't be that lucky.

I like being here full-time, Frank.

Have you seen how much time
Hughes spends down here?

What makes you think you won't
get under my feet just as much?

What should I do, pat you on the
back and say, "It's alright, Jack?"

No, of course not.

Maybe. Yes.

You're arrogant enough to make
a fine surgeon. Now get out of here.

Look, what's the worst
that can possibly happen to you?

You'll improve your golf game.
I don't play golf, do I?

Oh, but you will, Jack. You will.
PHONE RINGS

Campion.

What do you want, Hughes?

They're still at the accident site.

No definite ETA, possibly
within the next 1.5 hours.

They've already had one artery
scare, so get a theatre on stand-by.

What shape's he in?

Stable, but Vincent's worried
it won't stay that way.

Difficult extraction.

(scoffs)
What?

They could handle onsite
complications if they had proper MRU.

Instead, we end up dealing with it.

Get an acute bed ready
in case Resus isn't clear.

It's the last time I'm a nurse down

because we don't have
proper protocols in place.

Cry me a river, Nelson.

Okay. Well, thank you for
getting to her so fast. Bye.

Pathology results
on Paula Murdock's stomach contents.

About time. I was just
on the phone to Radiology.

Her head CT's NAD, so there's
no organic cause for the fitting,

so that's one piece of the puzzle
out of...

Bloody hell.

This woman doesn't need
any complications -

she's a human pharmacy.

Frusemide, simvastatin...

Either of which would account
for her temperature.

How's the head CT?
Clear.

What was she doing?

She's taken everything from
anti-depressants to antibiotics.

She's even thrown in aspirin
just for fun.

With all that stuff,

it's a wonder she picked up a phone,
let alone dialled.

(Paula groans)

Okay. Let's get
another 5mg of Diazepam,

phenytoin 250mg,
slow IV push, Dan.

We'll be transferring Paula
to an intensive care unit.

There's also a possibility she may
end up on a breathing machine.

No.

We've talked about that,

and neither of us
wants to end up a vegetable.

It's too early to think like that.

I know it's not much comfort,

but she called for help
before she overdosed,

and so there's good reason to think

that she really doesn't want to die
and she'll fight this.

I tried to give her
everything she ever wanted.

I was a good provider.

I took care of her,
made sure she was safe.

She didn't have to worry
about a thing.

We can't always
make our partners happy.

I should have seen the signs.

Sometimes there aren't any.

Now I look back that far, and...

..I don't even know
where things started going wrong.

KNOCK AT DOOR
Are they still downstairs?

Why don't you ask your friends
in Security?

Very funny.
Yeah, I thought so.

Make yourself at home.

Listen, I want to ask you something.

When you, um...

..when you dropped your bundle,
what happened?

I really object to the term
"dropped your bundle".

Yeah, no, no, no.
Okay, okay, but what happened?

I tried to explain that to you
a long time ago.

You didn't want to know.
Well, I do now.

Why?

Because...

..because you're right.

It's a question I should have
asked you a long time ago.

Look, you never seemed
to understand how...

..totally out of my depth I was
when Kathleen was first diagnosed.

You were so completely focused
on her, so good with her...

You cut me off, Frank,
physically, emotionally,

to the point...

..the point where I just couldn't
bear another minute of it.

I hated myself because I couldn't
bond with my own daughter.

And I hated you because you could.

So, there you go.

No snappy comeback?

So it wasn't just
attention-seeking, then?

Why on earth would you think that?

Alison, you're a doctor -
you knew how many pills to take

and exactly when to ring me
so I'd arrive in time.

That's why you were angry,
because I didn't die?

No, no. I wasn't...

Yes, alright, I was angry
because I thought it was a stunt,

but I was also scared.

Because if you'd tried it again
and succeeded,

I didn't know how
I'd go on without you.

So you shut me out even more?
Frank, that doesn't make any sense.

It did at the time.

Anyway, I won't apologise
for concentrating on Kathleen,

because she needed it and so did I.

But I do apologise...

..for not being a help to you.

We both behaved badly.

And you're partly right.

I was after your attention.

Release cricoid pressure.
Von, have you got a minute?

Inflate the cuff.

Could you look at the oropharynx
for me?

Yes. What am I looking for?
You tell me.

Okay.

Alright, you've got
multiple small lacerations,

you've got inflammation,

and I would say that somebody tried
to shove something down her throat.

That's what I thought.

Add that to the bruising
on her arms.

I think you've got
an assault victim, not an OD.

Dr Campion. Walk with me.

If she was force-fed those drugs,
it creates a more credible timeline.

Her husband claims she was fine
when he left for work at 8:30 -

no pills - but the ambos
arrived about 9:00

and she was too
far gone to make sense.

She had to have ingested the pills
well before 8:30, Frank.

Has she been asking?
Did she tell you what happened?

Will she know me?

Remember, the first face
you see when you wake up,

it's gonna be mine.

You've spent lots of time
with him today. What do you think?

What's going on? Why are they
stopping me seeing my wife?

Dr Quaid needs a few more minutes
with Paula before we can see her.

Mind if I ask some questions?

I've told you everything I know.
Well, I'm a stickler for detail.

Just ask my staff -
punctilious to a fault.

I'm trying to imagine
what it'd be like

coping with someone
who threatened those things.

Must have been driving you crazy.
It hasn't been fun.

If she wasn't threatening suicide,
she was threatening to leave.

Mmm. Did she do that often?

Threaten to do things
and not follow through?

All the time.

I said to her,
"Marriage is like anything else.

"You don't go into it
unless you're serious,

"and if it goes wrong,
you make it right, no matter what."

She didn't buy that?
No. She wanted to give up.

She said we'd outgrown each other,

like we were
a pair of fashion accessories.

After you found every pill in
the house to teach her a lesson,

how'd you get them down her throat?

With a funnel? Because that'd
explain the trauma in her throat.

You're insane.

How long did you hold her down

till she was so far gone
you could go to work?

This is bullshit!

You better hope
this hospital's got good lawyers,

because you're gonna need them.

Graham Murdock,
you're coming with us.

I haven't done anything.

What's going on?

Our loving husband turned out
to be not so loving after all.

Let that be a lesson to you.
What?

Never assume anything.

Paula, I don't know if you heard
earlier when Graham said

his would be the first face
you'd see when you wake up,

but he was wrong.

We know what's happened
and the police have taken him away.

He can't hurt you now.

Excuse me. Trish Turner on the
phone. Said she's a social worker.

Shall I take a message?
No, thank you. I'll take it.

Hi, Trish. How are you?

A little nervous, to be honest.

I didn't think you'd have
a decision this quickly.

Who is she?

My daughter.

Your what?

One of the things I had to sort out.

I haven't seen her
since she was a baby.

She grew up in the Territory
with her mother's family.

Why didn't you tell me about her?
I haven't told anyone.

Till now.

You don't keep something like this

from the person you're supposed
to be in love with.

I know, I know, know.

I'm sorry.

A social worker from the community
is bringing her down next week.

I only just found out.

Why have you left it this long?
To get in touch with her, I mean.

I just thought that she would be
better off with her mother's family.

Well, you're full of surprises,
aren't you?

Yes, I am.

You're doing great, Marcus.
We're almost there.

Remember what I said -

don't think about the minutes,
take it one second at a time.

I'm trying.
You're doing really well, Marcus.

I don't think
I can hack this much longer.

Of course you can. You've come
this far. We're almost there.

My leg's getting really hot.

Hang in there, Marcus.
We're almost done, mate.

No. I've got to get out of here.

No, no, no. No, no, no! Don't move!

(screams)
Get the tourniquet!

Femoral artery's ruptured.
He's bleeding out.

He's lost a litre of blood already.
Get him on the trolley.

You guys on the left,
you on the right.

Cate...
I got it.

Femoral artery's severed. Intubate.
Size 8 tube and cricoid.

Just do it.

Buzz, call All Saints - tell them
we've got a ruptured femoral artery.

Yep.

Tell them he's lost three litres
of blood. I want theatre on stand-by.

Will do.

Also, tell them he's got
10 minutes before bleeding out.

Righto.
Come on, Marcus.

Marcus McCallum, 22-year-old male,

prolonged extrication
after impalement on metal spike.

Deep lac to the right leg,
just above the knee.

Femoral artery involvement.

Extensive bleeding at the scene.
Lost over three litres of blood.

Tourniquet's applied.
It's been on for 15 minutes now.

Became unconscious on extrication,
had to be intubated at the scene.

Is everyone ready? One, two, three.

Theatre's ready for him.
Great.

Okay. Come on, let's go, people.

Nearly done?
Nearly.

Graham Murdock's
being charged with attempted murder.

Did you know?
Serves him right, I guess.

I wonder what really went on there.
Don't know. The guy has problems.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

I, um... I don't suppose
you want some company tonight?

My parents are having friends over.

No. I think I'll have
an early night.

Dan, you've never had
an early night in your life.

Yeah, well, you know,
tonight's the night.

I'm bushed, okay? So... raincheck.

Sure.

Lorraine?

Listen, I'm really sorry
I pushed in like that before.

I sometimes forget
I'm not a paramedic anymore.

Don't worry.

If you couldn't handle intubating, I
would've knocked you out of the way.

Old habits die hard.

It's great to see Dr Hughes working
well with someone in the field.

What do you mean?

Look, let's just say
he's a much calmer person round you

than he was with Stu.

You must bring out the best in him.

I hope Marcus is going to be okay.
Yeah. Me too.

It'll be touch and go with that leg.
He lost a lot of blood.

Yeah.

You were really good with him,
Vincent.

So were you.

What?
Oh, it's nothing.

Just - well, I was watching you
out there today.

I haven't seen that Vincent
in months.

I just want you to know
that I've noticed.

Well, thank you very much.

I better get going, otherwise
I'll be too tired to walk to my car.

Actually, I would like to know
where this new Vincent came from.

Perhaps we could do it over dinner.

Dinner would be great.

Good. Well, your shout.
Of course.

Go home, both of you.
You look like crap.

Oh, gee, thanks, Frank.

Hey, Frank...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.

You went out understaffed - you want
me to promise it won't happen again?

Depends on how good
a submission you make.

I hassled Newell.
She wants you to write a report.

If you make a strong enough
argument for an official MRU,

she'll put it to the board.

Happy?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Tell me you haven't
been in bed all day?

If you don't wanna know,
don't ask.

Listen, mate...
you really need to get some help.

I'll come with you if you want.

I'm fine.

I hate this, Stu.

I hate having to lie to Jess,
I hate...

When will you tell her
you're back?