All language subtitles for All.Saints.S10E24 - Push Me, Pull You.en

DOG BARKS

Neighbours reported yelling
about half an hour ago.

Domestic?

Argument over a fence line.

One reckons the other
sicked his dog on him.

Is that the culprit?
Yep.

Doesn't look too vicious to me.

Tell that to my leg.

Oh!

Hi. My name's Cate.
Can you tell me what your name is?

Of course I can. I'm not senile!

Just answer her questions, mate.

David Curtis, 57...

Although I feel a hell
of a lot younger. (Chuckles)

And I'm single. How about you?

Looks like you've taken
a nasty whack to the head.

Apparently hit with a shovel.

Yeah, from behind.

Just the sort of lowlife act
I'd expect from the rodent!

Rodent?
I wouldn't do that, mate.

I'll rip his bloomin' head off.

Let's just get you patched up
so it's a fair fight, alright?

20 years it's been like that
and now he wants it moved.

Well, you know where
you can shove your fence!

Let's just get this leg
wrapped up, OK?

Yeah, yeah.
Then we'll take care of your pain.

Whatever, whatever.
Just stay down.

There's no way we're getting these
two out of here in one ambulance.

Well, Heath, I'm not happy
about this head wound.

You go first.
This dog bite can hold.

Have we got a next of kin?

Only each other.
They're related?

Brothers.

This is Sam Curtis.

10cm laceration to the right calf,
sustained during a dog attack.

Five milligrams of morphine
administered onsite

and pressure applied to the wound.

Ricky, can you
page Surgical, please?

You hear what that stupid mutt did
to my leg? I'm gonna need surgery.

Can I help it if Miffy knows
a scumbag when she sees one!

Brothers.

Mongrel.

Dave, would you like to come across
to this bed for me now, please?

Yeah, love. Anything for you.

That's the way. Nice and easy.

What have we got here?

I should've fixed
that blasted fence myself.

Cheapskate!

Oh, I'm the cheapskate, am I?

Last time I looked
it was on your property.

His GCS was 13, there was nil LOC,

although he did experience
some signs of drowsiness en route.

So build it over your side.

Oh, yeah. That's what's
eating your goat, isn't it?

Eight inches of extra land.
You just won't let it go.

Makes me appreciate
I'm an only child.

Head CT, full bloods
and get Zoe in here.

Already here, Frank.
Tightwad!

Mongrel scum!

Here we go.

Whoa! Careful. I've got you. Sorry.

Thank you.
That's OK.

Ah, this all feels
so stupid, really.

I was on my way to an appointment.

I don't know what came over me,
I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Important appointment?
Mmm.

You think maybe
it's an anxiety attack?

I'm not quite sure what it is yet.

I just want you to take it easy
until a doctor's ready to see you.

Nice deep breaths.

Could you do me a favour?

Sure.

Could you call this number?

Ask for Sarah Cook. Tell her
where I am and I need her here.

Sure.

Sarah Cook.

Is that your sister?

My wife.

Your wife. That's good. OK.

I've got it.
(Vomits)

Is this the first sign of nausea?

He was complaining of a headache

but other than that
he's been relatively stable.

Maxolon?

10 milligrams.
Yep.

There's a large boggy mass
at the back of the head.

How we going with Radiology?

They're still backed up but I can
update his status, if you like.

(Vomits)

OK, that's the way. Get it all out.

Consider it done.

OK, Mr Curtis, is there any other
family member we can call for you?

No! Just me and that
boofhead brother over there.

Hey, Sam! You listening?

I hope you get sepsis and die!

Oh, come here and say it
to my face, you big girl!

Or are you too scared without your
vicious guard dog to protect you?

(Angrily) Mr Curtis!
Will you please hold still?

Yeah, OK. Keep your pants on.

Surgical's on the way.

Thank you.

You sicked your dog
on your brother?

I did nothing of the sort.

Miffy was just trying
to protect me

after that dingbat
took a shovel to my noggin.

Geez, I'd love to see
Christmas dinner at your house.

Can you lean forward for us?

Gabrielle, Radiology.
Yep.

Hang on.
Don't worry. I'll do it myself.

Yep, head CT.

For David Curtis.

Dr Campion.

You're talking to him.

That's right.

Good. We'll send him straight over.

So apart from the hormones,
she's not on any other medication?

Yep.

Radiology are ready to take him
as soon as he's ready to travel.

I'll be much happier once
the nausea's under control.

Emergency.

Hey, Spence. Long time no see.
Baby keeping you busy?

Yeah, she's right here.

Oh, can she call you back?

Will do.

So everything was OK
with the psychological profile?

Alright. Yeah, no. I'll let
you know how it goes. Thanks.

You ordered a scan
on Mrs Chiltern?

Uh, yeah. She's got a disc
protrusion with sciatica.

And there's some foot rot
that I'm not happy with,

so there's probably
some nerve damage there.

Admit her to Orthopaedics.
Let them deal with it.

You know, I usually like
to confirm my diagnosis

before I offload my patients
to another department.

Just do it.
Fine.

I thought you'd sorted out
your problems with her?

I did.

Alright, I'll sort it.

Good. I'll see you when
you get back from Radiology.

I'll put your clothes
in here for you.

Genevieve, I just had a quick chat
with your endocrinologist.

What did you think of him?

Um, he certainly
has a great sense of humour.

Yes, he does.

He tells me that you're on
oestrogen and progesterone.

Yep.

When did the pain start?

The pain has nothing to do
with the hormone therapy.

You do know it's
a possible complication?

It's a coincidence, that's all.

OK, well, I'm going to do an EGC
and full bloods, Dan.

If it's just a coincidence, we need
to find out what's causing that.

Did you call my wife?

I left a message for her. Yeah.

SAM: Eight inches!
Can you believe it?

Sounds like
some sort of small man issue.

Eight inches of land,
you numbskull. (Laughs)

Which is the only thing
you got bigger than me.

OK, that's enough, alright.

Uh, you paged Surgical?

Dog bite, Acute 3.

How's Dan been... at home, I mean?

He's pretty quiet.

Mmm. Did he tell you
about his test results?

Mm-hm. Right before he labelled
his razor and toothbrush, you know.

Just in case I stumbled in drunk,
or something, and used one.

Well, that's just...

..paranoia.

The chances of getting hep C
from sharing a house are...

Impossible. I know.
You try telling him that.

Now, I need to put these
further down.

Are you this nervous
around all your patients, Dan?

I'm not nervous,
I'm just trying not...

..to say the wrong thing.

Do you, um... do you tell people?
Do you try to explain?

"Hi. My name's Genevieve
and I'm a transsexual."

No, well, that... yeah, that
sounds a little bit 12-step.

You don't feel like you're hiding
something by not telling them?

If I was hiding something

then I'd still be walking around
as Michael Cook.

Lawyer, philanthropist, best friend
and loving husband to Sarah.

May he rest in peace.

Dan, this is my beautiful wife.

Ah. Nice to meet you.

Sarah and I met as graduate
trainees, first year out of uni.

Love at first sight.

Of course he was wearing
a suit and tie at the time.

They say 90% of relationships
start in the workplace.

Did you know that, Dan?

Yeah, that makes sense, I guess.

(Clears throat) I'm going to
have to start the ECG up now.

It's gonna take about five minutes.

It's so good to see you.

You married?

Me? No.

I don't even have a boyfriend.

So what are you two,
poofters or something?

(Defensively) No.

That's the trouble with
working so closely together -

they get to see all my bad points.

Well, I can't see any
from where I'm looking.

Oh, thank you.
You are very sweet. (Chuckles)

Could I have
some more saline, please?

Uh, Sam, it doesn't look like
you're gonna need surgery,

just a bit of debriding, some
steristrips, you should be fine.

I can call Plastics
if you want a second opinion.

Oh, no, no.
You just patch me up here.

I'm not planning on entering
any beauty contests this month.

Can we set up for the debriding,
thanks, Ricky?

What about infection?

Uh, what we do is we keep him
observationunder

and with the right antibiotic
cover he should be fine.

Hey, did they catch the dog?

What?
It belongs to his brother.

Oh. Has it attacked before?

Eh, no.

Do they know why it attacked now?

What are you asking me that for?

It's... it's just you might want
to consider having it put down.

Putting her down?

Jack, you might want
to talk about this later.

I know it belongs to your brother
but the cops might insist.

That's frigging fantastic!

That'll teach him a lesson.

Yeah, you tell that cop bloke
I wanna have a word with him.

It's a menace to society, that dog.

So I'm not having a heart attack?

Uh, not yet, but the ECG
is showing a pattern

consistent with what's called
a pulmonary embolus.

That's a clot, right?

Mmm, in your lungs, so I'd like
to do a scan to confirm that,

and an arterial blood gas to
assess the extent of the damage.

Blood pressure's still 140/80
and oxygen sats are at 93%.

Alright, Dan, let's continue
the oxygen therapy

and start a heparin infusion
once we have confirmation.

It's the hormones, isn't it?

It's not the hormones.
I need to know. Is it?

Sarah, please.

We would just be speculating
at this point.

And if he stopped taking them?

I am not a 'he', Sarah!

That is for Genevieve
to discuss with her specialist.

I don't need to discuss it. I am
not stopping the hormone treatment.

But it's killing you!
Could we just calm down, please?

The alternative would kill me
a lot quicker.

Oh, here we go
with the emotional blackmail.

It's not "emotional blackmail"!

Why do you always
have to be so damn selfish?

My dog... put down?
Over my dead body.

Yeah, which will be the case
if you don't stay still.

You have a bleed on the brain,
you need to shut up, please,

and let us treat you.

What's wrong, nancy boy, the police
are doing your dirty work now?

No, I'm just making sure
that stupid mutt

doesn't get the chance
to attack anybody else.

Yeah... (Laughs) ..well, she's
not as stupid as your ex-wife.

You shut up about Shirley.

The only smart thing
that woman did was to leave you.

You mongrel!
Mr Curtis.

Don't say a bloody word about her.

Too good for you.
Dad said that on your wedding day.

"That boy's punching above
his weight," he says. (Laughs)

You bloody made that up.
ZOE: That's it. Stop it!

Get him out of here.

Sarah, wait.
I'm sorry, I can't do this.

The dog's history. You hear me?
Save it for someone who cares.

Sarah, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine, I just...

Whoa! Can I get a bit of help here?

There we go. How's that? Can I get
you a glass of water, or anything?

I'm fine, really.

Right, deep breath for me?
(Inhales)

Look, it was just the commotion.

Please, I'm embarrassed enough
without all this fuss.

Have you been eating properly?
Yes.

And sleeping?
I know what you're thinking.

Poor woman's stressed.

Well, anyone would be,
under the circumstances.

No. I've dealt with it.

How long have you known?

Just over a year.

I thought he was having an affair.

I think Michael's always known.

But I was so angry at him
for deceiving me.

I packed up my things
and I moved out as quick as I could.

I was gonna put it behind me.
Get on with my life.

But I couldn't stop loving him.

I believe you fall in love
with the person, not the gender.

But the person I fell in love with
was a man.

And once he's had that operation

he'll be asking me to be a lesbian
and that's not who I am.

Let's take a full set of bloods,
just to make sure everything's OK.

Sure. Left or right arm?
Either's fine.

I'll let Genevieve know
that you're alright.

How is she?

She's alert and talking,
so it's probably just exhaustion.

Alright, well, give her half an hour
and then I want the bed cleared.

I'm just gonna run a few tests.
Well, she's not our patient.

Well, she is now.
Charlotte, we have a waiting list...

She just collapsed
in the middle of the ED, Zoe.

Which you just
put down to exhaustion.

"Probably exhaustion" is what I said
and that's a guess, not a diagnosis.

Why do you fight me
on every word I say?!

Well, because
you don't actually say anything.

You just issue orders
and for some bizarre reason

you expect me to follow those
without question.

Half an hour and I want her out.
I will do my best.

Problem?
Yeah.

But it's not yours.

OK.

Got someone you want me to look at?

Mmm. Blunt force trauma
to the back of the head.

CT scan shows
subarachnoid haemorrhage.

Oh. Shovel. Charming.
Hmm!

Ah, boys in blue, eh?

So, I'm guessing
whoever was swinging that shovel

knew what they were doing, right?

Yeah, too right.

He should be charging my idiot
brother with attempted murder

instead of banging on about my dog.

Oh, knock it off, will you?

We will be charging your brother,
Mr Curtis.

Unless, of course, you'd consider
dropping the allegation against him.

Ha! And why would I do that?

Because he's your brother!

And, if you do,
I might be able to get him

to forget about
having your dog put down.

Seems like a fair enough deal to me.

Yeah, yeah, alright.

You get him to lay off Miffy...

(Laughs) ..and I'll forget
the fact that he's a coward.

Alright, I'll go
talk to him now, then.

C spine and X-rays are clear.

There is some mild
neurological disorientation,

although sometimes
it's hard to tell.

Right, um, question for you, Dave.
What day of the week is it today?

Oh, Friday, of course.
Close.

It's Tuesday.

Well, that means I missed
the meat tray raffle at the RSL.

Oh. Tragic. Are you a veteran, Dave?
No. My number never came up.

My dad fought in PNG, though.

He won a lot of awards
for bravery and the like.

Ah, you must be very proud of him.

Too right.

We used to go to the march
every Anzac Day.

(Chuckles) You know, we'd have
our first brandy before dawn.

Oh, and we'd stumble home
long after dark.

OK, now hold your head still
and follow my finger with your eyes.

That's it.

He had some nausea and vomiting
earlier.

I gave him some maxolon, which
seemed to keep it under control.

Well, the head wound's pretty clean.
Nothing much to suture.

What about the clot?
Oh, keep a close eye.

Quarter-hourly obs.
Any change, let me know.

That's it, is it?

Now back to the surgeon's lounge
for a bit of a lie-down?

Tough at the top.

Nah, forget it.
Oh, come on, Sam.

Well, look at the damage it's done.
Helped along by you walking on it.

Oh, sorry about that.

Mr Curtis, you're facing a charge

of assault occasioning
grievous bodily harm.

And that could go up if your
brother's condition deteriorates.

He's alright. He just
stacked on a turn, that's all.

Was this argument
really over a fence line?

It's the principle.

OK. OK, you tell him
if he'll let it go, I will too.

Ricky, can you pass me the forceps?
I need to prise open this wound.

So, what do these do, again?

Helps with your circulation.

You'll have to wear them
until we know the clot's cleared.

Lucky I look great
in a pair of tailored slacks, then.

Yeah, they're not exactly
a fashion statement, are they?

Do you think I could see Sarah?
I wanna make sure she's OK.

She's fine. Really.

And, um, I don't think Dr Beaumont

would want you getting out of bed
just yet, so...

You know,
this is none of my business,

but if you'd known
that you're a woman all along,

then... why did you marry her?

Well, because I was in love with her.

But to marry her without telling her
the truth - was that really fair?

I'm a woman
stuck inside a man's body

and society thinks I must be some
sort of sexual deviant because of it.

Is that fair?
No.

It's not.

Well, Sarah's slightly anaemic
but otherwise fine.

But I have to discharge her,

otherwise Miss 2IC-bed-bitch
will be on my back.

Ooh-ahh.

I'll follow it up. Maybe a support
group for relatives of transsexuals.

Thanks. She needs some help.

And what about you?

Sorry?

Well, let's see,
you've got a full-time job.

Ta. And you're trying
to finish your fellowship.

You've got a partner
and a baby at home.

Do you need someone to talk to?

I'm fine, Von. Thank you.

Spence called before.

What did he say?

Well, he did say that

Zach is in desperate need of a visit
from his beautiful Aunty Von.

I couldn't agree more.
Mmm.

Thanks. And, er,
you're not returning his calls.

No, I'm... not. I'm just busy.

So, will you
follow up on Sarah for me?

Yep.
OK.

I see. You didn't order
a pregnancy test?

No, she's got a soon-to-be-ex-husband
in there called Genevieve.

How likely is it
that she's gonna be pregnant?

Genevieve doesn't
have to be the father.

Um, shall I do a urine sample?

No. I will do it.

I'm pregnant?

Do you know when
your last period was?

I guess I've been distracted.

Once Michael... Genevieve
started the hormone treatment,

well, there was
a lot for us both to deal with.

What, you thought
she might still change her mind?

Sarah, I'd like to do an ultrasound
and an internal examination.

Is that OK with you? Have you
had any abdominal discomfort?

Ah, I've just felt
unbelievably tired.

Yeah, that's your body
telling you to slow down.

Takes a lot of work building a baby.

That it does.

I have to tell my husband.
Sarah...

I have to tell him
he's gonna be a father.

I think I'm gonna cry!

Look at us!

It's the hormones.

You're gonna make a fantastic mum.

Can you believe it?
Congratulations.

Thank you.

Blood pressure's still high
and her oxygen sats are at 90%.

Well, the scan
confirmed the embolus,

so let's get her started
on a heparin infusion.

Is everything OK?
Everything's fine.

We're gonna be a family again.

I want you to come home, Sarah.

What?

Our baby should have both its
parents around, don't you think?

Sarah? Will you come back home?

Will you stop the hormone treatment?

Will you?

Alright. No worries.
I'll let her know. 'Bye.

Charlotte, Spence just called.
Thanks.

Talk about your
complicated relationships.

What?
Genevieve and Sarah.

I don't know
who to feel more sorry for.

Well, you fall in love with someone,
you need to accept them as they are.

That's just it. She didn't
fall in love with a woman.

She fell in love with a man.

I'm not saying it's easy,

but the rules of every
relationship change, Dan.

Who are you talking about?

The woman in cubicle four
and her pregnant wife.

It's not your average relationship,
Charlotte.

I know, but it still boils down
to the same thing, doesn't it?

How much do they love each other?

Yeah, right, so if Spence decided
to suddenly change who he was

and what he wanted, you'd be cool
with that, wouldn't you, Charlotte?

See? It's not that easy, is it?

Woman with gastro,
if you've got time.

Ah, yeah,
I didn't feel like lunch anyway.

(Sighs) What are you doing?
I'm just looking for open cuts.

The woman at the clinic
suggested I do it.

I don't wanna
put my patients at risk.

Ow.

Is everything alright?

Yeah. It's fine.

Here.
Gimme. Get away.

I don't wanna...
No, no, don't you, OK?

Please?

You know Staff Health told me
I could never go back to theatre?

Well, they didn't say that exactly.

Just that my status
would be taken into consideration

before any future application.

I didn't know
you wanted to go back to theatre.

Well, I don't.
I just... I just want the option.

There. That should hold.
Thanks.

Dan...
Yeah, I know. It's OK.

You just play
the hand you're dealt, right?

Well, not on your own,
you don't have to.

Hmm?

You know that I care about you,
don't you?

Let's just drop it, OK?

Thank you, but I've spoken
to a counsellor.

No. Not a counsellor.

A support group.

People who may be
in a similar position to yours.

You really think
there are others in my position?

BELL RINGS

What's going on?

Oh, happens all the time.
Don't worry about it.

Oxygen sats are 80%.
She's tachycardic.

Can you tell me where it hurts?

Let's increase the oxygen flow down.
Another five of morphine.

I think the clot has dislodged.
Michael!

What's going on?
Come with me, please.

God, no!

Another bolus of heparin.

Five milligrams of morphine going in.

I'm right here, Michael.
Let's get some air.

Why is this happening?

Why?!

Does he wanna die?
Is that what it is?

Look, Genevieve
is getting the best treatment.

With management her condition...

Her condition is self-inflicted.

Look, gender identity disorder,
it's a very complicated area.

You're telling me!

Look, if he'd come out
and said he was gay

I probably could've dealt with it

but to want to change your gender?

It's like wishing you were
black instead of white.

It just doesn't make sense!

Listen, I want to
put you onto some people.

Oh, I have listened to Michael
explain it over and over again!

I've read every word
I could find on the subject.

What could anybody else tell me
that will make me understand?!

Not "tell you". Listen to you.

No!

I had someone who listened!

And I miss him!

Do you know what it's like
losing the man you love?

I'm sure Genevieve
didn't mean to hurt you.

But she has.

You know, the saddest thing is...

..Genevieve
can no more live without me

than I can live without Michael.

Ah, go to hell!

It'd be a pleasure,
if it gets me away from you!

Do they every let up?
Apparently not.

I gotta get back to the station
to fill out the paperwork.

I've done all I can here.

As soon as I get one to agree,
the other one changes the goal posts.

As far as I'm concerned,
they can both rot in jail.

And the dog with 'em.
You won't get any arguments from me.

"Oh, Shirley, don't leave me!"

You shut up, you hear?

Sedation. That's starting to sound
like a good idea, don't you think?

For them or for us?

When my brothers behaved like this

dad gave them both
a pair of boxing gloves

and let them
belt it out of each other

till there was nothing left
to fight about.

Vlasek, come with me.

Why the hell are
you bringing me in here?

Don't look at me.
I'm just following orders.

That'd be a first.
Frank, supposed to set an example.

I don't want him in here.
You stay where you are.

Right, in case you hadn't noticed,

this is a hospital,
not your local pub,

and your constant bickering has been
upsetting the other patients,

not to mention
giving me a bloody headache.

So if you've got something
to say to each other, say it now.

Brilliant. Now they've
lost the power of speech.

Just when we thought
it was gonna get interesting.

You can sit there
and sulk all you like.

You're not leaving this room until
you're reconciled your differences.

OK, fine. We'll be standing out
there but we will be watching you.

If either of you move
I will have security come,

tie you down and sedate you.

He means it.

You sure this is ethical?
What do you care?

As long as they don't
kill each other.

Nobel Peace Prize coming your way,
Frank. I can feel it.

Hmm!

You scared me.
I'm sorry.

Why you doing this?

Dan, do you think
I could get some water?

Yeah. Sure.

This baby needs a father -
not another mother.

(Heaves)
And definitely not a dead one.

Can we not have this
conversation now, please?

Well, when can we have it, Michael?

If you want me to come back home

and you want us
to be a part of your life,

you're going to have to
give up the hormone treatment.

Do you know what
you're asking me to do?

Make sacrifices.

Like we all do.

This is not a choice.

This is who I am.

Please. Do it for us.

You have some results?
CHARLOTTE: Yeah.

Um, your blood gas isn't great.

It's OK for the moment
but if you do have another episode,

we'll need to do
an embolectomy to remove the clot.

The operation itself
isn't without some risks.

So, best we avoid it.

I promise to keep my feet up
and do everything you tell me.

Genevieve, I just spoke
to your specialist again

and he suggested,
that under the circumstances,

we might have to
take you off the hormones.

We need to get
that clot under control.

And... if I do stop the treatment,

is there any guarantee
this won't happen again?

There are no guarantees. No.

There. You get
what you want, don't you?

Is this treatment, this operation,

really more important to you

than being around
to see your child grow up?

I'm sorry.

Any progress?

More boring than
a five-day Test match.

Well, if it were up to me,

I'd keep them there all day -
at least it keeps them quiet.

So, obviously, you two old coots

only like yelling
at each other when there's

an entire Emergency Department
between you.

Or a fence.

What?

Well, I'm assuming there was
a lot of yelling over the fence.

All I want's a lousy strip of dirt
that's rightfully mine.

Tell him to give me back
what belongs to me.

I've got nothing that
belongs to him.

That's a load of crock
and he knows it.

You ask... ask him about the medals.

W-what medals?

Dad's war medals.
He should've left 'em to me!

I went with him to every march.
They were mine!

Foolish sentimentality

about a bunch of blokes

shooting each other up
in some mosquito-infested jungle.

Well, then, give him back
his medals. You keep the land.

And I get back my peaceful ED
and everybody's happy.

They were heroes.
They were idiots!

See, all they needed was a bit
of encouragement to get started.

What would you know? You never took
the time to listen to Dad's stories.

Maybe if Dad hadn't gone on
so much about the past...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're jealous.

I was the favourite
and you never got over it.

Then again, maybe not.

Do you know what? Stuff ya!
I'm keeping the eight inches.

And you can kiss goodbye

to ever seeing those medals again -
I might sell 'em.

You wouldn't!
ALARMS BEEP

You watch me.

Oh, go on.
Throw on a turn, you big girl.

Need help?
Get him out of here.

What happened?
He's fitting.

What's happening?
It's OK. They're looking after him.

He's gonna be alright, isn't he?

Five milligrams
of diazepam going in.

Intracranial pressure's increasing.
Gonna have to intubate.

Give me 7.5 ET tube.
No pulse.

Dave?

I need cricoid pressure.
Got it.

Dave!

Call theatre. Tell them
we're on our way up.

And I want Oscar Woo scrubbing in.
Already done.

I'll get his notes sent up.

Mr Curtis.

How bad is it?

Your brother has a bleed in his brain

and we're assuming
that's what caused the seizure.

He's on his way up to Theatre now,

so as soon as I get any news,
I'll let you know.

I've killed him.

No, you haven't killed him, Sam.

I have so. I'm the one that hit him!

Why did he have to have
such a soft head?

Sam, what I'd like to do
is go around to your house

and assess how I can make things
easier for you when you go home.

Oh, you don't need
to worry about me.

No, Dave's the one
who's gonna need help.

Well, Dave's place as well, then.

Of course it would be
less of a waste of time

if you two didn't
carry on like pork chops.

Would you be
going round there today?

Is that alright?

Yeah, could you get something
for me while you're there?

Sam, yes, of course.

You can't expect me
to make a decision that easily.

No, Spence!

You're asking us to pack up a baby
and move to Africa.

Can we talk about this tonight? OK.

Love you too. 'Bye.

Sarah, wait.

Where are you going?

Er, home.
You can't. I need to discharge you.

The other woman, Dr Gallagher,
she said it was okay.

Did she now?

I need to get
some stuff for Michael.

OK.

And I promised
I'd get it for him, so...

Right, listen, did Von talk to you
about counselling and support groups?

Yes, yes.
And we won't be needing it.

Michael and I have decided
to give it another go.

And husband and wife.

Really?
Yeah.

Because of the baby?

I mean, is that why you did it?
Got pregnant, I mean.

So that... you could
keep your husband.

I got pregnant because
my husband and I made love.

The way couples do.

Do you think that's going to
make either of you happy?

Excuse me, where do you get off
discharging one of my patients?

Look, she was pregnant
but otherwise in good health.

I was still treating her, Zoe.
(Sighs) She asked to be discharged.

You know, you could've paged me.
I don't have time for this.

If you have a medical question to
ask, fine, but otherwise, I'm busy.

Hey, you two!

Why are you still
at each other's throats?

I said knock it off. Make your
peace. Now! Or I'll make it for ya.

That's OK, Frank, don't worry,

Zoe's already made it perfectly clear
that one of us has to go.

It wasn't said exactly like that.

How was it said 'exactly'?

Look, how am I supposed
to be her boss

if she questions me
on every directive I give her?

You could try respecting
her ability as a doctor

and stop making ultimatums that you
do not have the authority to back up!

So, I have organised a bed for you
up in Cardiology,

and I've also spoken
to your endocrinologist

about your decision
to stop hormone treatment.

Suspend hormone treatment.

I'm sorry, your wife...

Oh, it will help
with things in the future -

for the psychological profile -

if it's documented
that the treatment

was suspended on medical advice.

Do you have a problem with that?

No. No, but then again,
I'm not your wife, am I?

I'm not the person thinking

you've changed your mind
about gender reassignment.

Does it really hurt
to have my options open?

You know, maybe you're more of a man
than you think you are.

Stay across his obs, Dan.

If there's no change in half an hour,
he can go upstairs.

Sure.

Um... she didn't mean that.

Yeah, she did.

Why the hell is this happening?

MACHINES BEEP STEADILY

Thanks.

Keep him on half-hourly obs and
if there's any change, let me know.

No problem.

ZOE: Mike, is it OK if we visit?

Sure.

What are all those tubes
and things going in him?

Well, they're to help him breath,
keep his fluids up.

Give his body time to recover.

Your brother's
a lucky man, Mr Curtis.

Those head injuries are extensive.

Well, you've got my word -
no more shovels.

Glad to hear about that.

I never meant to hit him, you know.

I'd just had enough.

All that endless, endless
ribbing me about Shirley.

I'm not saying
I was totally innocent.

You argue a lot,
by the sounds of it.

Yeah, I think we just got used to

talking to each other like that,
you know, forgot to be normal.

Well, why don't you just move away?

Maybe if you see
less of each other...

Oh, no. Our family's lived
in those houses for generations.

My grandad actually built
that second house for his mum.

Well, it sounds like
it was a close family.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

He said her nagging
drove him up the wall.

Excuse me.

Oh! Oh, where'd you find it?

Back of the pantry - where you said.

Thanks. Fantastic.

I never knew they meant
so much to him.

Sarah?

I need to ask you something.

Fire away.

I knew you
better than I knew anybody...

..yet I never saw
who you really were.

Why is that?

I guess I never wanted you to.

Is that how it's
going to be this time?

Us pretending to be
the perfect couple

while you secretly hate who you are?

Of course not.

(Stammers) Let's just see how we go.

I-I have to go off
the hormones anyway,

so let's just see what happens.

But you'll never be happy, will you?

No matter what happens.

Not even for your baby?

If I could've done it for anyone,
I would've done it for you.

And so here we are.

(Weeps)

You know one of us has to be strong
and walk away, don't you?

I think, under the circumstances,
it's gonna have to be me.

(Crying) I'm so sorry.

If I could change this, I would.

Promise me you'll
look after yourself.

I'm busy, Zoe.

My husband and I separated well
before we discussed having children.

I didn't even know you were married.

Not many people do.

You're lucky.

You have a son and a partner
and all I have is this job.

And sometimes I try too hard
to hang onto it.

Well, I wouldn't be
too quick to envy me.

What does that mean?

Well, I seem to be surrounded by
ultimatums right now.

Your job and your studies -

I know how hard it is
to get through the fellowship.

But trust me, it's worth it.

We don't want to lose you
from the ED, Charlotte.

And Frank would kill me
if I forced you to go.

So he should. I'm a good doctor.

I know that.

Zoe, you just need to back off
and let me do my job.

OK, I'll try. But you've got to
give me a chance to do my job too.

Can we at least agree on that?

Sure.

OK. Well, I'll
see you back in there.

You sort out Beaumont?

Yeah. We had a chat.

Glad to hear it.

That's why you pay me
the big bucks, Frank.

So, how we going?
Waiting times are down to an hour.

Well, I reckon the night shift
could cope with that.

Good. So, it's your shout
at the pub, then?

No!
Oh, no, there is an ED tradition.

Start a new tradition.

No buy drink. Boss go home to bed!

Actually, that suits me fine.

Dan, wait.
Huh?

Gabrielle's offered to buy drinks.
Yeah, I'm not in the mood.

Come on, have a drink with us!

I can't have a drink, Ricky,
remember?

I'm not allowed to drink alcohol.

So, have a lemonade. Nobody cares.
(Sighs)

Yeah, well, I do.
Well, that's ridiculous!

Lots of people don't drink
for lots of different reasons

but it doesn't mean they
stop having a good time.

I know that.

It's just... I don't want to watch

a whole bunch of people sinking
beers back when I know I can't.

Well, then, let's
just the two of us go.

You know, I'll have
a lemonade as well.

I really don't want
to talk about this anymore.

I'm just...

Would you stop pushing me away?

Because I won't let you.