All language subtitles for All.Saints.S09E25 - Extreme Measures.en

Nathan Walters, 35 years old.
Passenger in a single vehicle MVA.

Was unconscious when we arrived.
Pupils are unreactive.

Decreased air entry
to left and right bases.

MAN: Get him onto the defib monitor.

What about a pulse?
None.

He's had adrenaline
but there's been no response.

Where are you taking him?
We need to check his rhythm.

How long have you been
working on him?

20 minutes.
That's Nathan's wife, Margaret.

She was driving.
MAN: I'll go.

Erica.

Where do you want me, Dr Campion?

Hang your shingle in here, mate.

What's happening to my husband?
ERICA: He's being looked after.

Margaret, just easy.
Take deep breaths for me.

Do you want a surgical consult?
Yeah, please.

"A surgical..."
It's just a precaution, Margaret.

You may have internal injuries.

We're gonna get a surgeon
to assess you, that's all.

Now, I'm gonna look
at your stomach.

Arggh, stop it, please. It hurts.

We'll get you something
for the pain.

Right, I need chest
and abdo X-rays of you

and we're gonna take some blood
to run some tests.

Is there any chance you're pregnant?
No.

Oh, God, Nathan!

FRANK: Stop bagging.
Stop compressions.

2mg adrenaline in.

Asystole.

Defib monitor's saying
it's asystole as well.

How are you going with that cannula?
Trying to find a vein to access.

Well, stop playing hide-and-seek
with it and sort it.

We gotta get some fluids
into this man.

BP's unrecordable.
How's his temperature?

Febrile at 38.5.

What the bloody hell
is going on here?

I can't get a vein, Doctor.

Didn't they teach you anything
in medical school?

Draw up another 2mg of adrenaline.
OK, I'm on it.

Something better
start working for us soon.

How are her oxygen sats?
Uh, they're at 98%.

Catie, what have you got?
I paged Jack.

Yeah, I thought I'd just
tag along, you know.

Right. Well, over here.

Margaret, this is Dr Vlasek
and Dr Quade.

Hi.
My husband?

The other doctors are with him.
Just lie still, Margaret.

What are they doing?

They'll let you know what's
happening as soon as they can, OK?

Sean, what are we looking at?

Ecchymosis on her abdomen
where she hit the steering wheel.

Her chest and abdo X-rays were NAD.

Mm-hm. Bruising certainly extensive.

Ambos said she ran into a tree.

Any other vehicles involved?
No.

I was changing the radio station
and, um, something was on the road -

a dog or a cat, I can't remember.

It ran straight out
in front of us and I swerved.

I know I shouldn't have,
but I couldn't help it.

You're not the first person
to swerve to miss an animal.

Bowel sounds are normal,
there's no pelvic instability,

so it's unlikely to be fractured.

There's guarding and tenderness
in the right upper quadrant.

Any contusion?
Not that I can feel.

But it doesn't rule out a bleed.
What does that mean?

Uh, there's tenderness
around the area of your liver,

so it's possible you've got
some internal bleeding.

But we'll send you for a CT scan
to be absolutely sure about that.

Um... blood results back yet?
No.

Well, would you chase them up?

Fine.

Margaret, we'll also need
to take a blood alcohol level.

You think I'm drunk?

No, it's a legal requirement, that's
all - just because you were driving.

I'll write her up for
another 2.5mg of morphine, IV.

I need to know what's happening
with my husband.

Alright. I'll see
what I can find out for you.

You just get some rest, Margaret.

No change.
Resuming compressions.

Frank, that's five rounds
of adrenaline.

Pupils unreactive.

It's been over an hour, I think.

We've done as much as we can.

Time of death 10:55am.

Well, maybe the coroner will be able

to shed some light
on the cause of death.

Guess we can't always come up with
the answers, can we, Dr Campion?

Homer, why don't you
hang out in Triage?

Maybe you'll learn
how to find a vein.

I'll let his wife know.

How'd you go?

His wife?

Looks like she has
abdominal injuries.

She's back from Radiology. I'm just
waiting on the scan results.

Hmm.

What's Beaumont doing here?
It's her rostered day off.

Doesn't she know what that is?

Couldn't keep away?
I have my obstetrics appointment.

Is everything alright?
It's just a routine check-up, Sean.

Frank was worried
you might be overdoing it.

Overdoing what - eating? (Laughs)

He's not pregnant.

Well, he certainly looks like
he might be.

See ya.

How's everything going?

Ah, her pain's eased and I'm
just about to check her obs again.

Just leave it for a moment, will you?

Hello, Margaret. I'm Dr Campion.

I've been caring for your husband.

We tried everything we could,
we couldn't revive him.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Is there anyone we can call for you?

My brother. I gave you
his number before.

If you like, later on, we can
take you to see your husband.

No.

No, I couldn't.

That's OK.
It's completely up to you.

He'll be here for a while,
so if you change your mind

let one of us know
and we'll arrange it.

I'll call your brother. Will you be
OK on your own for a minute?

OK.

Ah, Sean,
Margaret Walters's results.

You heard about her husband?
Yeah. Shocking.

Well, you were spot on
with your diagnosis, Jack.

She has a grade two
subcapsular haematoma,

two small lesions on her liver.

So no surgery?
I don't think so.

You don't want to tie off the bleed?

Just hold the scalpel
for a while there, cowboy.

There's no vascular involvement,

so I think we should do
something completely radical

and treat this one conservatively.

Keep her on complete bed rest for
a while and we'll see what happens.

Cate, is there something
I've done wrong?

Or maybe something I've done right
that you'd like done differently?

I was just thinking, that's all.

Right. Good.

I've got an appendicectomy coming up.
Keep her on half-hourly obs.

We'll keep her fluids
and pain relief up

and give her another scan
in a couple of days.

Sure.

FRANK: For goodness' sake!
Bloody admin.

Frank, can I have a word?
Not now, Cate.

No, Frank, please.

OK. Come on.

Yeah, sure. Let me know
if there's any change.

Yeah.

So... you're fighting
with Cate again?

Must be.
Huh!

Right, you got two minutes.

Oh, Frank, can you walk with me?

No, stay. I've gotta check on
waiting times in Triage, anyway.

Good idea. I sent Homer down there.

He's probably psychoanalysing
the patients by now.

Interns aren't
my responsibility, Frank.

Alright, what is it?

It's Mike Vlasek.
What about him?

Yesterday I went up to
the surgeons' lounge to...

See how the other half live?

No, not exactly.

He walked out of theatre
in the middle of a procedure

and left Jack on his own,
and I wanted to talk to him and...

And?

(Sighs) And I almost
walked in on him...

Oh, spit it out, Cate.
He was giving himself an injection.

He didn't see me,
I didn't say anything, but...

Maybe I'm overreacting.

It was probably just insulin, and...

Did it look like
an insulin injection?

No, it didn't.

And he was injecting something
in between his toes.

I see. Have you discussed this
with anyone else?

I'm so sorry to
dump this on you, Frank.

No, no, you did
the right thing, Cate.

You, um... leave it with me.

OK.

Is the pain any worse?

No.
Good.

Now, the surgeons are confident

that the lesions in your liver
will repair themselves.

I'm just gonna sit you up a bit.

Does that mean I can go home now?

Um... no.

It means you'll be on complete bed
rest for at least a couple of days.

I have to call Nathan's mother.

Then organise the funeral.

We can call his mother
for you, if you want.

And everything else can wait.

It's very important that you
take things easy right now.

There's so many things to arrange.

Well, Margaret, actually,

it will be a couple of days
before you can make any arrangements.

Why?

The coroner needs to determine
how your husband died.

But you know how - in the accident.

Yeah, but that doesn't explain
the exact cause of death.

But... you mean an autopsy?

Yeah. It's routine.

No, they can't.

I don't want them
to do that to Nathan.

He'd hate it. He didn't want to be
an organ donor - we talked about it.

(Sobs)

I'm sorry, Margaret,
but it's the law.

Tell me what I have to do
to stop it, please.

Well...

Well, you could try lodging
an appeal with the coroner.

I'll do that, then.

I can't let them do that to him.

Right, I've organised the coroner.
They'll be about 30, 45 minutes.

Great. Thanks, Von.

Hello! Glasses?

Yeah. The contacts
were giving me grief.

You, er... you like 'em?

Uh... cool.

Hey, Von...

Is that blood pooling?

Well, you better get Frank.

Everything alright, Frank?
Uh... no.

Uh... no. No, it's not.

Anything I can help with?
(Tersely) No, thank you. No.

OK.
There you are. Frank.

You need to come look
at Nathan Walters.

He's dead!
Yeah, I know.

But you should come take a look.

You too, Gabrielle.

Bloody hell. Can't a man have
a moment to himself?

We've checked his toes -
colour's just like his fingers.

And there's definite blanching
on his heels.

Roll him on his side.

Roll him back.

Looks like blood pooling.

So he must have been dead
for four hours, maybe more.

Well, no wonder we had so much
trouble trying to resuscitate him.

So, these two guys
both thought they were Jesus.

Apparently, there's usually
always one Jesus in Psych Unit,

but two is really rare.

And they spent the whole time
trying to outmiracle each other.

(Groans)

Wayne, are you alright?

Yeah, sure.

You better come through. Dr West
is ready for his next patient.

OK, Cate, bring him over.

If the pain's getting worse,
I need to know, OK?

Actually, it's pretty bad now.

Alright. Dr West, this is Wayne.

Hey.

He's experiencing some pain
in the periumbilical region.

Any diarrhoea or vomiting?
Uh... no.

Alright, Wayne,
let's see what's going on.

Uh, when did the pain start?

Um... about four hours ago.

OK, and did it come on suddenly or
has it been gradually getting worse?

It kind of started suddenly,
but it keeps getting worse.

Can you just lie down on the bed
for me and lift your shirt up?

I'm gonna take a quick look at you.

Gonna take your temperature. So,
what do you do with yourself, Wayne?

I work at a bank,
behind the counter.

Yeah?
Never had a sickie before today.

Oh, good on you.

Your bladder's quite tense.
Do you need to pass urine?

A bit, yeah.

Well, your bowel sounds are normal.

Can you cough and point
to where it hurts the most?

(Coughs and groans)

OK, that pain's quite low.

Alright, we're gonna need
to do some tests.

Can we start with a chest and
abdo X-ray, an abdominal ultrasound,

and we need to take a urine sample,

and bloods for FBC, UEC, LFT
and amylase, please, Cate.

Sure.
Uh... hang on.

Can't you just give me some
painkillers to take home?

I'm sure it will pass eventually.

If you want the pain to stop, we
have to find out what's going on.

Yeah, of course.

So, tell me,
how are you with needles?

Not too good, to be honest.

Oh.

I don't think our Mrs Walters
has been entirely honest with us.

I've called the cops.

OK, so, if he didn't die in the
car accident then how did he die?

Well, that's what
I'm trying to find out.

There are no obvious signs of trauma.

Could he have OD'd?

If he had OD'd it would explain

why his temperature was elevated
when he got here.

Well, there are no track marks.

Did we do a drug screen?
Didn't get a chance.

We'll have to wait for the toxicology
report from the coroner.

Or we could just ask his wife.

There must be some reason
why she was driving around

with a dead guy in her car
for God knows how long.

Cate, I've got something
I need to do on the floor.

Can you take over nursing
Wayne Matheson for me, please?

Er, who will look after Triage?

I'll cover it myself if I have to.
Why me?

Everyone else is busy.

Is he likely to be
a surgical patient?

I have absolutely no idea. Why?

No reason.

Cate, what's up?

What do you mean?

Well, I'd like to think if you had
a problem you could talk to me.

Well, there isn't one.

So that little chat with Frank was
just about the price of fish, was it?

No, but it wasn't
a nursing matter either.

OK. But if you did have a nursing
problem you'd be OK talking to me?

Yeah, I would.

OK.

We're sorry for your loss, Margaret.

But we need to ask you
a few questions.

Of course.

How did your husband die?

You're not gonna make me
go through this again.

We know he didn't die
in the car accident.

Margaret...

It was my fault.

I just didn't know what else to do.

Do you want to tell us about it now?

We were at a party last night...

..and Nathan had too much to drink.

Again.

He made such a fool of me.

When we got home... he was so drunk
I couldn't get him out of the car.

So I left him there.

I thought he'd sleep...
I thought he'd sleep it off

and make his own way inside -
that's what usually happens.

But when I woke up this morning
he wasn't there.

He never made it inside.

Was he still in the car?

I kept yelling at him and shaking
him, trying to wake him up

and I couldn't.

Why didn't you call an ambulance?

(Sighs) I don't know.

I wasn't thinking.

I just wanted to get him
to hospital as fast as I could.

And I kept yelling at him,
trying to wake him up.

That's when I ran off the road.

I was... I was so angry
with him last night.

I wanted to teach him a lesson.

I didn't think he was gonna die.
I didn't want that to happen.

Is there a chance he
took drugs at the party?

Some people were taking ecstasy.

But I don't know if Nate had any.

He wouldn't tell me, anyway,
because he knows I hate drugs.

You're alright.

He was sitting in the car, dying,
and I just left him there, didn't I?

Alright, alright.

(Sobs)
Shh.

I mean, why didn't she
tell us that when she came in?

She let you guys work on her husband
all that time, knowing he was dead.

Well, maybe she was embarrassed,
or she was scared.

That she left her drunk husband
to sleep it off in the car -

what's to be embarrassed about?

He's dead, Ricky.

And she's blaming herself for that,

and she's also just been
in a car accident -

she's not thinking straight.

Oh, well, she was thinking
straight enough

to come up with a story
about swerving to miss an animal.

AND she wants to lodge an appeal
to the corner

to avoid an autopsy on her husband.

A lot of people hate
the idea of an autopsy.

You don't believe her either, do you?
I didn't say that.

Look, I understand
where you're coming from,

but everything
that Margaret has said

has supported our clinical findings
of her husband,

so let's just leave the rest
to the police, OK?

Fine.

And can you organise some grief
counselling for her, please?

Sure.

Jack. Where's Vlasek?
Uh, surgeons' lounge?

Hang on, Frank.

Whatever's got you in a huff,
can't you just leave it,

cut Mike some slack?

I believe he walked out
in the middle of an operation,

leaving you on your pat malone.

Yeah, he does that to me.
He just tests me.

I did pretty well, if you ask me.

Look, if that's what this is about,
just leave me out of it.

That's what I INTEND doing.

So, how much morphine has he had
in the last four hours?

No. Well, it's too soon
for another dose.

Tell you what, give me five minutes
and I'll come and review him. Yep.

Saving it for yourself?

That some kind of a joke? If it is,
you need some new material.

It's no joke.

Well, as a great man once said,
we have no time to play games here,

so if you've got a problem
spit it out.

If not, I've got patients to see.

Have you been using morphine?

You know, whoever came up
with that idea

is really right off
my Christmas list.

Have you been using morphine?
What do you think?

I think you've got a tough job,
long hours, a lot of stress.

You wouldn't be the first person who
needed a little help to get through.

Frank, let's get one thing straight -

I happen to be a bloody good surgeon.

Now, some people
don't like my style -

well, that's OK,
I can deal with that.

You move outside the square
you end up in the firing line.

You've been there.
This isn't about me.

Isn't it? There's always someone
who wants to bring you down.

I'd have thought
you were better than that.

You still haven't
answered my question.

Oh, Wayne's results
have come through.

Oh.
How'd he go with that urine sample?

Still trying. He's got a bit
of stage fright, I think.

What have we got?

Bloods look normal.
Maybe this will tell us something.

Oh, my God.

Is that...?

Well, I'm no Rex Hunt,
but that looks like a fishing hook.

In the urethra?

Gives a whole new meaning to
the term 'tackle box', doesn't it?

How'd a fishing hook
get into his penis?

(Laughs)

I was out fishing
and I thought I hooked a winner,

but it was just stuck in the weed.

So, there I was tugging at the rod...

..the fishing rod, I mean,

when the hook came flying back
and hit me in the willie.

You were fishing in the nude?

Uh... well, actually...

..I was taking a slash,
and my mate...

HE had the rod... and... (Groans)

Oh, man, speaking of slash,
I really need to go now.

OK. We'll be right back.

(Wayne groans in pain)

You can uncross your legs now, boys.

Very funny.
Do we believe any of that?

Nope.
Best fishing yarn I've ever heard.

Yeah, the one that DIDN'T get away.

(Laughs)

Put in a cannula and give him
a gram of Keflin.

He'll probably want some
pethidine for the pain too.

I'll write him up 50mg.
(Wayne groans)

Would you like a Tet-Tox as well?
Yeah.

I'll get on to the urologist.
(Wayne groans)

He's gonna love this.

Uh... Wayne, just let me know
when you've finished, OK?

(Groans)

Hey, is it normal procedure
in this department

for someone to bypass the NUM

and go straight to Frank
if they have a problem?

In this department,
nothing's normal.

So I shouldn't be worried if someone
has bypassed me and gone to Frank?

No, I wouldn't worry if I were you.

Good. Thanks.

What are you doing?

If you take all this stuff

you'll throw my inventory out
by a full week.

I have a 3:00 appointment.

Now, you don't expect me to stop
at the shop and buy these, do you?

Von... Frank will kill me.

Well, I won't tell him,
if you don't.

(Scoffs)

(Dials phone)

Um... yeah. Hello.

It's Frank Campion,

director of emergency medicine
at All Saints, here.

Can I speak to
the medical director, please?

No, no, no,
it's not an official inquiry,

but hypothetically if I suspected
a colleague had a drug problem

what sort of protocol
should I follow?

I'll have to get back to you.
Something's come up. I'll get back.

Don't you ever knock?
It's my office.

Since when do you get
your own office?

I've never seen anything in writing.

Gabrielle arranged it.
Oh, did Gabrielle?

Well, maybe you and her
should move in together

so I can get the peace I deserve.

I have an appointment, Frank.

Actually, it's not a bad size.
I could use an office like this.

Thank you, Frank.

Did you call my brother?

No, there was no answer,
so I left a message.

Where is he? I really need him here.

I can try him again, if you like.

No. I'll call him.

Is there a phone I can use?
Yeah, I'll get you one.

Hey, the doctor wants you
on complete bed rest.

Are you feeling alright?
You look a little pale.

Just tired.
I'll just check your blood pressure.

Is Nathan still here?

Have you changed your mind
about seeing him?

Well, the police will be here soon
to take him to the coroner.

The police?

Yeah, well, you had a car accident

and they're gonna wanna know
what happened.

Oh, I'm gonna be sick.

(Vomits)

Do you wanna go
for a drink tonight, then?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

G'day, Pete.
G'day.

How are you going?
Good, thanks, Cate.

Are you here to transfer
Nathan Walters to the morgue?

That's right.
He's all ready to go.

I've just got to organise his notes.

I need a statement from his doctor
about what happened.

Yeah, that's what
we'd all like to know.

Yeah. Um... I'll get Frank for you.

(Wayne groans in pain)
How's he doing?

Well, there's a lot of groaning,
but not much else.

I'm not surprised.
Wayne, is it OK if we come in?

Yep, sure.

(Groans)
The pain's getting worse, is it?

Oh, I feel like I'm gonna burst.

Well, how'd you go
with the urine sample?

Oh, it wouldn't come out.

Maybe it's got something
to do with the glue.

I'm sorry, did you say glue?
What glue?

I thought it might set around
the hook so I could pull it out.

(Groans) I was panicking. I'm sorry.

Well, when did you last pass urine?
Um, I don't know.

Last night sometime.
God. I'll get the bladder scanner.

Yeah, OK. I'll get Sean.

The reason for having my own space

is so I can talk to families
and patients in private.

God, how can I escape you women?

You've got your own office, Von -

why don't you have
your tea parties there?

It's my office. Listen, Frank,
you're welcome to visit any time.

Make sure you knock.

There's 700 mils in there.

That's about all
your bladder can take.

We're gonna have to drain it
before it ruptures

or the urine causes kidney damage.

Oh, man.

Yeah, but we can't catheterise
with the hook still in there.

Well, we'll use
a suprapubic catheter.

Can you page Surgical for me?

What's all that mean?

Because your urethra's blocked,

we have to insert the catheter
through your abdomen

directly into your bladder
to drain it.

No way!

I know it sounds bad,
but it's a very simple procedure.

It can be done right here
under local anaesthetic.

'Local'? What -
you mean I'll be awake?

But you won't feel
a thing, I promise.

I wish I had my video camera.

(Groans)

Let me know what the autopsy shows.
Yes, I will.

Thank you, Doctor.

Are you Mrs Walters's nurse?

Yep.
Can I have a chat to her, please?

Um, she's on the phone
to her brother.

Do you know how long she'll be?

The contractors are here
to take her husband.

I need a statement from her
before I go.

Well, I need a doctor
to take a look at her first.

If she's talking to her brother
she can talk to me.

Look, I'm not putting
a patient's life at risk

to do it, I'm sorry.

So am I.
OK, what's the problem?

Um, Margaret Walters, she's pale
and clammy and her BP's dropped.

I'm just waiting for Sean
to finish up with a patient

so he can take a look at her.

No problem - I'll do it.

I'll transport him to the coroner's
then I'll be back to see her.

Thanks, mate.

What's going on, Templeton?

Did Saunders get up your nose, or
you just don't like cops in general?

No, I've just got a sick patient

who doesn't need to be upset
by a lot of questions just now.

Margaret, are you done
with the phone?

Oh, brilliant!

Some Lignocaine, please, Cate.
2% with adrenaline.

That's a local anaesthetic, Wayne.

That will numb the area,
you won't feel anything.

Cool.
BART: Relax, Wayne.

He's a consultant,
he knows what he's doing.

Cate... the drugs, please.

The tricky part is getting
the introducer into the blood

without impaling the rectum.

I'll leave that in your hands.

Homer, cover the floor
for me, will you?

But I've never seen a suprapubic
catheter being inserted before.

I'll draw a picture
for you later. Get out.

Nothing better to do, Frank?

Had a few spare minutes.

Thought I'd watch
the master at work.

Any objections?
No, none at all.

Why don't you let Jack
take the lead on this?

He needs the practice
more than you do.

Good idea.
Cool.

Wayne, you let us know
if you feel any discomfort, OK?

You want to start
by locating a position

just 2cm to 3cm above
the pubic symphysis.

Yeah, that's the spot.

This might feel
a little uncomfortable, Wayne.

So, how'd you get in this spot
in the first place, eh?

Don't tell me it was fishing.

I was trying to win a prize.

Oh, really - what sort of prize
do you get

for sticking a fishing hook
in your dick?

It's an online competition
for extreme pleasures.

Every month, people vote
for the most out-there thing

you can do to yourself.

It probably wasn't the smartest
thing I've done, I admit that.

We all do things we regret, Wayne.

How's that local anaesthetic going -
working yet?

Can you feel this, Wayne?

This is where you have
to stay really still, OK?

OK.

Here we go.

Remember, feel for the give
when it enters the bladder.

(Grunts)
There.

Ah, beautiful.
(Wayne sighs with relief)

Oh, that feels better already.

Does that mean it's out?

The hook? No. We're gonna have
to get you to theatre for that one.

No way. You wanna cut my dick open?
No, we don't want to.

We're gonna have to - you glued
a hook in there, remember?

So you better get used to
that catheter,

'cause your old fella's not gonna
see much action for a while.

Oh, man.

It's OK, Wayne.

We'll refer you to
our transitional care nurse

and she'll teach you how to
look after your new best friend.

I don't want some chick showing me
how to look after my willie.

Somebody has to. You've been doing
a lousy job of it so far.

So, the urologist is
waiting for you in theatre.

Can someone call my mum?
Sure, I can do that.

Just... don't tell her
why I'm here, OK?

(Sighs) Has anyone
suggested a psych consult?

No.

Well, it's just that
I've been thinking

this might have something
to do with paraphilia.

It's a sexual disorder,
like exhibitionism or fetishism.

You know what I think, Bart?
No. What?

A little knowledge
is a dangerous thing.

Frank, have you seen Mike?
Probably needed some fresh air.

And she's not in the bathroom.

I knew there was something
wrong with her story.

Why run unless she had
something to hide?

Well, find her before
that tear in her liver ruptures

and she bleeds to death.

We better check outside.

Any sign of her?
No.

Oh.

You knew she was lying, didn't you?

You learn to pick it up
after a while.

It sounds like you've had
some experience with this.

Yes, I have.

My brother. He gets this look
in his eye every time he lies.

It's like he's looking at you
but he's not seeing you.

Bit of a troublemaker, is he?

It's never really his fault,

and he only ever wants your help
"just one more time".

And you bail him out, I bet.

He's my brother.

Not that it does much good.
(Sighs)

He's in jail again.

Well, listen, I don't think
this is getting us anywhere.

I reckon she's long gone.

(Sighs)

(Stops elevator)

What's up, Cate?

If you have a problem
you should have come to me

instead of running straight to Frank.

Is that what Frank told you?

He didn't have to tell me anything.

I've seen the looks between you,

and he's not normally one
to share with his staff,

so I assumed you'd shared
something with him.

Look, I've got to get back to...
Cate... you've got it wrong.

I know what I saw.
And what exactly did you see?

Have you got any idea

what this kind of accusation
can do to a medical career?

Do you have any idea

what a drug-addicted doctor
can do to a patient?

This conversation is over.
Oh. Mike, you need to get some help.

Oh, jeez. You know what? I was right
about you from the start.

I should have kept my distance.

Cate! What's going on?
Nothing.

You and Mike were fighting
about something.

Don't worry about it.

Has it got anything to do with Frank?
What?!

No. Look, it's nothing, really.
TYRES SCREECH

Help me! Someone help me, please!

What's going on?
It's my sister.

What's she doing out of hospital?
She said she was OK to come home.

What is wrong with her?
Well, she's got liver damage.

She's probably bleeding internally.

She what?!
I'll get the trolley.

Yeah. How long
has she been like this?

I don't know. 5 or 10 minutes.

OK. Cate, you're gonna
have to page Mike!

PAGER BEEPS

Ruptured haematoma.
MIKE: Let's get her into Resus.

Hey, will she be alright?
Your sister is very sick.

Now, we need to stabilise her
before we take her up to theatre,

so it is probably best, mate,
if you wait out here.

Start manual ventilation.
Set up to intubate.

Jack, can you organise a FAST.
Dan, cannula.

Maggie!
Please!

We'll start her off on a bag of gel
and two units of O-neg blood.

You need to move your car.
It's blocking the ambulances.

Why don't you get on to blood bank?

Tell them I'll need
four units cross matched.

Damien, your sister
is in good hands.

Now, let these people do their job.

FRANK: What's going on?
Margaret Walters.

Her brother brought her back in.
She lost consciousness in his car.

BP is dropping - 82 on 50.

Pulse is 120.

Abdo's full of free fluid.
She's haemorrhaging.

Get on to theatre, tell them we've
got a ruptured subcapsular haematoma.

Will you be operating?
Yes, I will.

Damien, mate, if you'd like,
I can move your car for you.

I just... I need Maggie to be
alright, do you understand?

She's the only family member
I've got left.

We'll do our best for her, mate.

She's a good person. She brought us
up when our parents were killed.

She deserves better than this.

Mate, I understand how difficult
this must be for you,

especially after just losing
your brother-in-law.

She wouldn't even be in here
if it wasn't for that prick.

She's better off without him.

CAR STARTS

CATE: Let's hope she made it
to us early enough.

Oh, sorry, Mike. Sorry.

Get someone to fill in for you
in theatre, will you? I mean it.

You're not touching another patient
until this is sorted out.

And that's final.

You can threaten
all you want, Frank,

but until you've got something
to back up this crap

I'm still head of surgery,
and I don't take orders from you.

Well, maybe I should make
an announcement, then.

Jack.
JACK: Yeah?

Give him an excuse
for not going into it now.

Mike, you coming?

Uh... something important's
just come up, Jack.

I'll get someone
to stand in with you, OK?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, but say he got
the hook out somehow,

how could he top that
in the extreme pleasure stakes?

How about a retractor?
What?!

(All laugh)

Yeah, well, I read about
a Japanese guy

who put a gold rod up his urethra.

Why gold?

It's the best conductor
for electricity.

Well, I'm assuming
you're talking about

where they rig the rod up
to a battery

and use an electrical current
to stimulate the prostate.

That's the one.
Know a bit about it, do you, Bart?

Well, I have a clinical interest
in bizarre sexual practices.

It's not as if it's
a hobby or anything.

It's for my psych rotation.
Sure.

Anyway, it's quite dangerous.

Yes, I think that's why they do it.

Where are the 10-mil syringes?

Kind of reminds me of this time

my ex-boyfriend tied me
to the kitchen table.

It was really close
to the gas rings.

For the wax. Oh, you've gotta be
really careful with wax.

You know, because when it melts
it can really burn,

especially if you're naked.

And, well, you never really know
what could catch fire.

This is true.

I think there's some
10-mil syringes in Resus.

(Laughs) What?!
(Laughs)

"The wax"?
I don't know.

Well...
Oh, you're funny.

Busy day?
Interesting.

How was your obstetrics appointment?

It was fine. Everything's
running on course, apparently.

Besides how fat I'm getting, but shh.

Shift's almost over.
You wanna join us at Cougars?

Um... (Laughs) ..that would be nice.

It will take my mind off
my back pain. See you.

Has anybody seen Pete Saunders?
No. Why?

Well, I reckon Margaret's brother
knows more than he's letting on.

He made it very, very clear
he didn't like Nathan

and that Nathan wasn't
the world's most perfect husband.

Nurse? Where is she?

She's been taken
to the Operating Theatre.

We will inform you
when we know anything.

Come with me,
I'll explain what's happening.

And when will I find out
if she's OK?

That depends on how quickly
they can locate and stop the bleed.

Why wasn't this fixed
before she left?

We were hoping the bleed
would repair itself.

That's why we were monitoring her
so closely.

This is Constable Saunders, Damien.

He'd just like to ask you
a couple of questions.

About what?

We're just a little confused

about your sister's behaviour
today, Damien.

Why she would leave hospital and
risk doing more damage to herself.

Hmm. How would I know?

There are a few things that don't
add up about his death, that's all.

We're just trying to put
the pieces together, mate.

I... I don't know.
I don't know anything about it.

You didn't know why she didn't
tell anyone about him overdosing?

Or why she didn't call an ambulance
when she found him unconscious.

Yeah... leave Maggie out of it,
alright? She loved him.

But you told one of the nurses
that he treated her badly.

If he wants to OD, if he's stupid
enough to do that, that's his fault.

Was he that stupid? Or did your
sister give him a helping hand?

Is that why she waited so long
to get him to hospital?

Maggie would never do anything
to hurt him,

no matter what he did to her.

OK. OK.

It's just a little hard to believe
that he overdosed accidentally.

I'm thinking someone made sure of it.

And right now, your sister
is the prime candidate, mate.

Unless there's something you've
forgotten to tell us.

Damien?

BART: So, Damien did it?

He caught Nathan sleazing onto
another woman at the party.

What - he killed him
because he was misbehaving?

No, he'd been a bastard to Margaret
for quite a while, apparently.

So he spiked his drink
with five ecstasy tablets.

'Five'? Is that enough to kill you?

In this case, yes.
And did Margaret know?

Not until it was too late.
Hmm.

Well, then, why was he in her car?

I mean, surely they weren't trying

to make it look like
he died in an accident.

No, there really was an accident.

She was trying to protect her brother
by getting rid of the husband's body.

There's a lot of things I'd do
for my brothers and sisters,

but that is ridiculous.

I mean, once they cross the line and
commit a crime they're on their own.

Well, maybe not everyone's
like you, Bart.

What's wrong with me?
Oh, don't get me started.

(Groans)

Hey. How'd you go
with Margaret Walters?

Oh, we tied off that bleed.

She'd lost a lot of blood,
so I guess

we'll see how we go
in the next 24 hours.

So... are you gonna tell me what's
going on between you and Cate?

OK, what about you and Frank?

You guys seemed to be getting along
and then today... (Growls)

Nothing to worry about, OK?

Jack...

..you could do anything you want,
you know that, don't you?

What are you talking about?

Any specialty
you wanna turn your hand to.

Hell, you could even run this
bloody hospital if you wanted to.

I'm just saying, don't limit yourself
because of a few weeks with me, OK?

You're officially no longer my slave.

Well, in that case... I think
it's time you bought me a beer.

See you down there.

Brilliant shot, Cate.
Absolutely brilliant.

Yes. Bite me, Dan.
Come on, Dan. Dan the man.

Don't let me down, boy.
OK.

Let's see the master.

And I spoke to Wayne's urologist
about how he removed the fishhook.

He explained the whole thing.

Everything you wanted to know
about penis surgery

but were afraid to ask.

You've got to admit,
it's pretty ugly.

Opening up the urethra
like a sliced frankfurter.

OK, that's not... What are you...

I didn't... I should
get that shot again.

That's not fair.
No way.

Almost made me give up surgery,
Jack - it was revolting.

Well, don't worry, Bart.
You'll get the hang of it.

I didn't want to do it
to start with,

but I kind of get it now,
thanks to Mike.

Right, does anyone want drinks?

It looks like our glowing
mother-to-be has had enough.

I don't know about 'glowing'.

Try out "bloated and desperate
to go to the toilet again".

How about I drive you home?
It's OK. I've got my car.

Charlotte, do not argue
with this man.

He is a doctor
and he wants to look after you.

You can pick your car up
in the morning. Come on.

Alright. I'll just go to
the ladies' first.

OK.
Goodnight, Jack.

See ya.
Alright, mate.

Hey, you seen Mike? He's supposed
to be buying me a drink.

Nah.

(Sighs)

I've said all I want
to say to you for one day.

I'm not the enemy, Mike.

If you're my friend
I'm in a lot of trouble.

How long do you think you can keep
this up before you kill a patient?

Or yourself.

Who the hell are you
to ruin my career

over something
you know nothing about?

For Christ's sake, Vlasek,

there is a lot of help out there
and you know it.

Do the right thing and get some.

Or I WILL report you.