All language subtitles for All.Saints.S10E38 - Precious Time.en

Matthew! Where are you? Matthew!

I can't believe that you're alive!

I'm not your boyfriend, OK?

Stop it, stop it! No!
Help! Can I get a hand in here?

Your mother and I,
we lived together for a while.

24 years ago.
It's bullshit!

Simon? Simon?
Go to hell.

MONITOR BEEPS

MONITOR BEEPS

Douglas? Douglas?

He's crashing.

No output. He's not breathing.

C'mon, get that bed head down.
I'm trying!

What are you talking about?
It's stuck.

Oh, for God's sake.

Get out of the way!

Start compressions.
Yep.

Intubate him.

The pressure's hopeless like this.

Frank?
MONITOR BEEPS

How are you going?
You know, I tried.

I can't do it with him sitting up.
I'll end up down one of the bronchi.

Oh, this is insane.

We'll have to put him on the floor.

Easy.
Got an airway.

Good. He's still in VF, though.

Adrenalin, one milligram.
Adrenalin gone in.

Nope. Still in VF.
Paddles.

Charging at 200. You ready?
Yep.

CHARGER WHIRRS

Charged.
Clear.

No output.
Charging again, 200.

Charged.
Clear.

Still in VF. I'll kick it up to 360.

Yep.

Ta.

She still think
you're her dead fiance?

No, thank God. Hey, um...
I'm so sorry I stood you up.

Oh, you're forgiven.

But only because you're the most
beautiful nurse I know.

Make sure you look after yourself,
won't you?

Yeah, I will.
OK.

You might want to shower too.
You stink.

Yep.

What happened in there?
Too bloody stupid to talk about.

Where the hell do you get off?

You arrogant, self-centred,
arse of a human being.

I told you point blank
not to tell Simon.

And what do you do? Well?

Given that you obviously
already know what it is I did,

I take it
that's a rhetorical question?

Vlasek, unless it's selling tickets,

can you move this show
somewhere else?

When I said, "Don't tell Simon
you're his father,"

it wasn't a request.

Not a word!

Not one word in 20 years.

And suddenly, you have
this rare crisis of conscience.

I thought he had a right to know.

Oh, and the whole world
just has to bow down

to whatever Miklos Vlasek
thinks is best.

Well, he's up there
packing his bags.

Is that for the best too?
What?

He doesn't want to be
anywhere near you.

Oh, that's insane.

He's not due for a discharge review
till this afternoon.

I tried to explain that to him.

But he's not talking to me.

Why not?

I didn't tell him who you were.

And that's as big a crime as you
abandoning him in the first place.

Apparently.

I'm sorry.

You don't get the right to do that.

I'll talk to Simon.

I'll sort it out.

Since when does Admin decide
how a patient dies?

Well, their argument is,
why mention the bed at all,

when the coroner's report
will come back

with cardiac arrest
as the cause of death?

Which it will because
they don't know about the bed.

Look, if the media get hold of this,

Admin will have
a major lawsuit on their hands.

Oh, put the family
through more hell.

Thanks for that, Von,

but the decision
has not been put out to tender.

What I'm saying, Frank,
is he's gone.

Nothing you write
on a piece of paper

is gonna make
the family feel better.

Are they here yet?

No. His wife Nancy's
on her way now.

Let me know when she arrives.
I want to talk to her.

What do I do about the paperwork?
Sit on it. I need to think.

And organise a meeting with Admin
about this - today.

Where the bloody hell is Bart?

I dunno. He'd rather chew his feet
off than be late. Maybe he's sick?

Get on the blower and tell him
it isn't a bloody gym membership.

He can't just pop in every time he
feels like getting out of the house.

PHONE RINGS

(Groans)

Hello?

Yeah, I'm in the car, Von.

OK. 'Bye.

(Laughs)

Looks like you're feeling better.

Oh! And you're obviously late.

Yeah, only an hour and a half.

Oh, well, brekky's gonna make it
an hour 40, then.

Um...
Oh, come on.

10 minutes isn't gonna kill anyone,
is it?

Yeah, it might.
No, it's not just that.

I've gotta go.
I've gotta get changed.

Uh, I'll call you later?
OK.

Well, thank you for staying.

I've gotta go.
Mmm.

What else have we got?
Well, the Acute beds are all full.

As is the Psych obs room.
Psych consult didn't show.

Right.

How's Tegan?
Yeah, she's pretty groggy still.

But...
Good morning, Dwayne.

It's Frank Campion here.

Where the bloody hell is the psych
consult I asked for yesterday?

I couldn't give a rat's
if she's new.

The patient's been stuck here
so long she could've started a cult.

She damn well better be.

Apparently, the queen
of psychiatry is on her way.

Don't let her give you any grief.

God save us
from doctors of the mind.

Elizabeth Foy, doctor of the mind.

You have a patient for me?

Oh, yes.
We've had her for a while now.

So I heard. As did most
of the Southern Hemisphere.

Yeah, well, we're a bit...
under the pump, as you can imagine.

Emergency Departments usually are.

So...

..my patient?

Dan, why don't you hand over
to Dr Foy,

then go get a few hours sleep?

Given you were up all night
waiting for her.

Uh, the patient's name
is Tegan Willis.

She was found wandering the hospital
grounds in a delusional state.

Her fiance, Matthew, committed
suicide about a year ago now.

I think...
Uh-uh.

Facts are fine, but conclusions -

I prefer to draw my own,
if you don't mind.

But given you've already established
a rapport with the patient,

I hope you'll be so kind
as to join us.

Yeah, sure.

Good morning, I'm Elizabeth -

the psychiatrist who's kept you
waiting all night.

I'm very sorry about that.

So Tegan, how did you end up in here?

Didn't they tell you?

I'd rather hear it from you.

I...

..got a bit confused yesterday.

I thought Dan was my fiance.

Is it the first time
you've been confused like that?

Can you tell me what was
so significant about yesterday?

Tegan, would you like to go
and grab a coffee?

Mmm, it's nice to be outside.

Mmm, fresh air's good.

We were due to get married
a year ago today.

Is that why you think
Matthew committed suicide?

The pressure of the wedding?

He was such a fun guy to be with.

He had the sort of smile

where you thought his face
was gonna split in half.

What about the other times,
when he wasn't smiling?

There was one of those
overhead walkways near our place.

He used to climb up there

and hang messages for me to read
on my way home from work.

Like what?
Stupid stuff, mostly.

"Free the eggplants!"
he hung up there one day.

That's how he proposed too.

"Marry me, Tegan Willis,
or I will haunt you for life."

That's kind of what's happened,
hasn't it?

Tegan, this is painful,
but if you don't confront it,

it will haunt you.

I postponed the wedding.

That's why he killed himself.

You don't think I deserve
to be haunted?

No, I don't.
Well, I do.

He's dead because of me.

No, Tegan. He's dead
because of a choice he made.

Are you OK?

I... feel dizzy.

Come on. Let's go have a seat, then.

Simon?

Simon, listen to me.

Simon, if you go home now,

you'll end up back here
in worse shape than when you left.

Oh, you're... you're priceless.
Come on!

You know the most
unbelievable thing?

She never blamed you. Not once.

All she told me
was that you couldn't stay.

I'll give you one thing -
you made me creative.

Every couple of months,

I'd tell my mates
you got an even more exciting job.

Fighter pilot, stuntman.

Oh, I think I might've even
said surgeon at one stage too.

I thought you'd have to be doing
something pretty bloody important

to make you want to leave me.

Let's not do this here.

She's slaving to raise me
on her own.

I still found a way to blame her.
She must've driven you away, right?

'Cause if she didn't,
that would mean

you were just a heartless bastard
who didn't want to know us.

Let's go back upstairs. Come on.

Which was it? Martyr or bastard?

Bastard - that's what you
want to hear. Simon, listen!

Don't touch me!

Jack! He fell down the stairwell.

The guy we operated on?
Yeah.

Simon McDermott.
He's a neuro inpatient.

He lost consciousness
for about a minute, maybe more.

Some respiratory distress,
possible rib fractures.

How'd he fall?

Was there evidence of dizziness
or a seizure beforehand?

I don't know how it happened.

OK. We want a full blood work-up.

Let's get a C-spine,
full trauma series X-rays.

And get onto CT -

he'll need a head scan
as soon as he's stabilised.

There's equal air entry.

A bit of crepidous present.

Pupils equal and reactive,

and there's a little bit of swelling
around the head.

Simon? Can you hear me? Simon?

You're in Emergency, mate.

You've had a bit of a tumble.
Do you remember anything?

(Mumbles)

Do you remember if you felt
any dizziness or pain?

I was trying to get away.

ERICA: Temp's way down to 35.
Could be bleeding out.

Let's get some blankets on him.

Uh, BP's 80 on 55.

We'll have to rule out
internal bleeding.

OK, we'll do it fast.

He'll need an IDC
and arterial blood gas.

Simon, you're going to be alright.

We'll sort you out. Hmm?

Get this bastard away from me.

Vlasek?

If he's bleeding internally, we need
to get onto Theatre right now.

Yeah, yeah. We know the drill.
How's he doing?

Well, he was due for
a discharge review this afternoon,

but he didn't hang around
to get clearance.

So I'd just be guessing.

And you're absolutely certain

nothing unusual happened
before he fell?

Because there's no point
racing him to Theatre

if we're still dealing
with a neuro problem.

I was distracted.

There was some character
assassination going on.

He tried to get away and he fell.

Alright, you better find his mother.
We'll take care of the rest.

Douglas Nichols's wife - she's here.

Who?
The man we lost in Resus.

Dr Campion? About this morning...

Not now, Bart.

I assure you we did everything
we possibly could to save him.

But we're going on an overseas trip
next month.

We'd been planning it for ages.

We're very sorry, Mrs Nichols.

It was just a bit of indigestion.

And now he's dead?

His indigestion was probably the
first sign of his cardiac problems.

But I called an ambulance.
It came straightaway.

How could he die once he was here?

Isn't that what you're supposed
to do in hospitals?

Keep people alive?

Sometimes...

..there is nothing we can do.

I'm afraid that his case
will have to go to the coroner.

A coroner?

Yes.

Because Douglas arrested
so soon after he got to hospital,

we can't be sure
there wasn't some other... cause

that contributed to his death.

That means an autopsy, doesn't it?

Yep.

I can't understand
how this could happen.

Would you like to come with me?

Wait in my office?

Psych obs is empty. Does that mean
we have one less patient?

I don't think so.

Dr Foy didn't request
any transfer paperwork.

Where are they, then?
They went for a walk.

Oh, well, that's alright, then.

Listen, what do we know
about this woman?

Not a lot.

Find out, will you? Find out.

Going for a bloody walk.
What kind of psychiatry is that?

Why did you postpone the wedding,
Tegan?

I shouldn't have postponed it.

But why did you?

It's supposed to be a happy thing,
getting married.

What made you think it wouldn't be?

We... decided not to see each other
for a few days before the wedding.

Build up the excitement.

But then the night before
I heard the car pull up outside.

I thought maybe he was dropping off
some flowers or a note,

but when I opened the door
he was just standing there,

and I knew he was in
one of his black moods.

Eagan, was he on medication?

It's OK. You don't have to talk
about this if you don't want to.

Alright?

She was late because
she was involved in a siege.

The shrink?

An outpatient
took his family hostage.

It took Dr Foy 36 hours
to get them out.

Well, why didn't she ring up
and organise a bloody locum?

I don't think the gentleman involved
was permitting phone calls, Frank.

Jack, how are you travelling
in there?

Simon's got multiple fractures.
But the fast is normal.

Good. That's something.

But no urine output, Frank.

Maybe his kidneys got a knock
in the fall.

But you obviously
have another theory.

You want to spit it out?
Mm-hm. We're missing something.

I find gut feelings
much more impressive, Jack,

when they're backed up
by hard evidence.

CT results are back.

He has a haematoma on his liver.

It's like a pool of blood.
I know what it is.

He's gonna have to go back
to Theatre, Laura.

As soon as we stabilise him.

His other results are giving us
somewhat... mixed messages.

Like what?

He could have a problem
with his kidneys as well.

From the fall?

Possibly.

What was he doing in the stairwell
in the first place?

I was trying to get away.
Whoa, mate. Relax.

You chased him down the stairs?

I was trying to stop him
leaving the hospital.

I'm sorry.
It's OK.

I'm really sorry.

You have nothing to apologise...

MONITOR BEEPS URGENTLY
Simon?

Simon, open your eyes for me.
Sats are dropping.

Simon!

The blood bank called. We have
a problem getting blood products.

What type is he?
O neg.

We have a couple of units
on stand-by but not enough,

so I've sent through
an urgent request for them.

We can't wait that long.
Group and crossmatch me. I'm O neg.

Simon's my son.
Let's get on with it.

You know, it can be exhausting going
out with somebody with depression.

And I bet there were times

when you felt like
you needed some support too.

Do you want to tell me about that?

We went through so much
trying to sort it out.

Counselling, medication.

Special diet.

He was doing really well.

Then what happened?

He just decided to give it all up.

Said that if I wanted to marry him,
it had to be the real Matthew.

What was it like to hear that?

I was so angry.

I couldn't believe he'd
want to spoil our perfect day.

That bastard!

I didn't mean that.
He's not a bastard. I'm sorry.

It's important to acknowledge
that you felt angry.

No!
Did you think he was being selfish?

Hang on.
That's enough, Dan.

Did you feel like he put you
in an impossible position?

I... want to go back inside.

Tegan, tell me
how you felt that night.

Can I just go back inside, please?
Yep. Let's go.

You know, you're not doing her
any favours.

I don't see you doing her any
either.

I don't want to talk to her anymore.

OK, why don't you just rest up?

Thank you.

What are you doing?

My job.

I understand you feel
very protective of Eagan.

And I hate to pull rank -

in fact, I usually invite colleagues
to walk right over the top of it,

if it's in the best interests
of the patient.

You don't think
that she's been through enough

without us poking her in the wound?

This is a post-traumatic stress
reaction.

I can see that.

Dan, your softly, softly approach

is only going to allow her
to limp on for another year,

till the anniversary
comes around again,

and she'll probably end up
back here

thinking you're her dead fiance.

I think she deserves more
than a bandaid on a gaping wound,

don't you?

Eagan.

Are you feeling better now?

Look, I know you're really upset

but I think you should spend
some more time with Elizabeth.

I thought you were on my side.

I am.

Look, I know she can seem
a little bit...

Hard-core?
Yeah.

But I really do think
that she knows where you're at.

Are they gonna put me
in the loony bin

now I've gone crazy?

It's not crazy to hurt
when you've lost someone.

Nothing I say to that woman
is going to bring Matthew back.

I know, but it might help you
come to terms with it.

Can I just have some time
to get my head together?

Of course. Of course.

She needs a few minutes.

OK. But we do things my way
from now on.

That clear?
Is what clear?

I'm lactose intolerant. Dan was just
asking me how I'd like my coffee.

You must be Frank Campion.

However did you guess?

There's a certain
style of body language

that develops in jobs like yours.

As stooping develops in yours,
Dr Foy, from all that naval gazing.

I heard you lost a patient
this morning,

so I'm prepared to put that comment
down to anger displacement.

You'll be amazed how displaced
I can get.

Why the bloody hell did my patient
have to wait all night long

for psychiatric evaluation?

Because us naval gazers
are scarce as hens' teeth,

and we can't be in 20 places
at once.

Page me when she's ready to talk.

She any good?
I really hope so.

GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS

Would you like to sit with him?

Is someone gonna take this stuff
off him?

I'm sorry, Mrs Nichols. It has
to stay in there for the coroner.

He has a history of heart disease.
He had a heart attack.

What more could they
possibly need to know?

As Dr Campion said,
the coroner is called in

with unexpected deaths.

Did someone do something wrong?

Mrs Nichols, there was something...

Everyone did everything they could.

Really?

Because you hear about these things
all the time.

Doctors make mistakes
and then the hospital covers it up.

Is that what happened?

Because I hear
what you're both saying, but...

..it still doesn't make any sense.

I know this is very distressing
for you.

How could you know?!

It's not your husband lying here.

I'll be outside if you need me.

When are you applying for my job?

'Cause obviously you don't think
I can do it.

I'm trying to save you from yourself.

You're just itching to tell her
something, aren't you?

What? The truth?

That man died because
those tight-arses upstairs

skimped on maintenance.

You don't know that! Survival rates
from cardiac arrests...

I don't care
if they're less than 1%.

He didn't get that chance
and it's not bloody good enough!

The delay in the bed may have had
no impact whatsoever.

Listen, I'm not asking
for cryogenics here.

I just want beds that work!

Is that too much to ask?
No, it isn't.

Fine.

But what you tell that woman today -
that's what she's got.

"My husband died
because the hospital screwed up."

You can't take that back, Frank.

Who employed you?

Been here a lot longer than you.

Still waiting for him to jump
down my throat about why I was late.

Why were you late?

That's really none of your business.

Any urine output yet?

No. We keep pumping fluids in.
Still nothing.

Pretty clear he's in renal failure.

But we don't know if it's from
the fall or some underlying cause.

Does it matter?
Yes, it matters!

Take it outside. Both of you.

Jack, tell me - if he dies in there,

does it really matter
what was actually the cause?

I'm just saying we should be clear
about what we're dealing with

before we go charging
into the operating theatre.

That's not your call.

Well, it shouldn't be yours either.
You're his father.

That's not an issue here.
Yes, Mike, it is an issue.

It isn't. Not now, anyway.
Simon's too ill to go anywhere.

He needs to be stabilised first.

We need his chart from the ward,
Frank.

Might shed some light
on what we're dealing with.

Then why don't you go
and get it down here?

And as for you -
you've decanted half your blood.

For God's sake, go and have
a cup of tea, a biscuit

and a good lie down
before you fall down.

How are you feeling?

Empty.

Well, that's perfectly
understandable.

Eagan, what did Matthew say

when you told him you wanted
to postpone the wedding?

He laughed.

Said he knew
I'd quit on him eventually.

But you weren't quitting.

When... the depression
really had hold of him,

before the treatment,

that's when I wanted to quit.

It was a full-time job
just managing his moods.

And...

..and there was no time
for us anymore.

And I felt selfish
for wishing things were different.

That's not selfish.

One morning I woke up
and I realised...

..we weren't lovers anymore.

I was his nurse.

I didn't want to go back to that.

It wasn't fair of him to ask you to.

Eagan, it wasn't fair.

No. No, it wasn't.

(Sobs)

I'm sorry about before.
I shouldn't be blaming you.

I know you would've done your best.

You don't need to apologise to me.

I was angry with myself, not you.

Why were you angry?

I was following the ambulance and
I pulled over to make a phone call.

That's natural. You needed support.

I called his work.

Because of his age, he's always first
on the list when there are cutbacks.

So I called to tell them
he had an excuse for being late.

My husband's dying
and I'm not with him

'cause I'm too busy making sure
he doesn't get into trouble.

How's that for priorities?

I don't mean to be rude,

but would it be alright if I had
a bit more time alone with him?

Yeah.

I don't know what the hell
they've been doing up there.

There's no obs from last night and
nothing on his fluid balance charts.

There's 2:00am yesterday
and that's worse than useless.

Well, no.

See - it tells us that Simon had
a low-grade temp for a few days

then quite a big spike.

And his white blood cell count
went through the roof a day ago.

So you think a post-op infection?

Yeah, that'd explain the kidneys.

OK, they ordered blood cultures
two days ago.

Let's chase them up.
MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY

FRANK: Diazepam 5mg.
5mg going in.

Laura, just step back...
I'm not going anywhere!

Laura!
What caused the seizure?

We don't know yet.

DING! DING! DING!
Let's set up to intubate.

Size 8 tube.

I'll do it.

I want sux and thio.

Is this another aneurism?

If you want to stay, just...

..stay right beside him
and tell him everything's alright.

Is it?
Just tell him. Tell him.

Sux and thio going in.

Cricoid pressure.
Yep.

OK.

(Grunts)

Shit!

Let someone else do it.

Sats are dropping.

Mike?
Vlasek.

What?

I can do it.
I know you can.

The blood cultures are back,
and... he's septic.

So, post-op infection.

Which would have caused his fall.

So it wasn't your fault, then.

Gabrielle, can you call Theatre?
See if they're ready for us.

Yep.

I've got consent forms.
I wasn't sure who should sign them.

Simon's mother should sign them.

Get him ready to travel.
And we need that blood now.

Zoe, did you have any luck
with Admin about that meeting?

Oh, come on. Give me some good news.
I need some good news.

I wish I could. They don't
want to meet with you, Frank.

They said they would put it on the
agenda for the next mortality review.

It'll be raised then
as a matter of course.

Take a breath.

Don't tell me to take
a bloody breath.

Do they care that the man's dead?
You know what?

They're about as interested

as if I told them
the air-conditioning's on the blink.

Right.

NANCY: I know.

Sweetheart...

..I don't know what else to tell you.

(Whimpers)

(Sobs)

(Sobs)
Hello. My name's Von.

I'm one of the nurses
here at the hospital.

Yeah. No problem at all.

I'll make sure that Mum is
well looked after in the meantime.

(Sobs loudly)

(Sobs and gasps)

Laura, do you want to
go get some fresh air?

Good luck.

Good call on the sepsis.
Yeah.

Listen, you really think you should
be doing this operation, Mike?

Come on, don't make me do the whole
emotional involvement speech.

No, you don't have to do that.

Mike... What, you think
you can be objective up there?

'Cause the last time you operated
on him you were a complete mess.

He left as soon as
I told him I was pregnant, you know?

Yes, he did tell me that bit.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Sorry?

You seem preoccupied.

If there's something I should
know about my son, please...

No, no, no, no.
There's nothing at all.

It's just that I, um...

I lost a patient this morning,
and it's playing on my mind.

That's all.

Was it your fault?

Sometimes it's hard to say
whose fault it was.

Is he good - a good surgeon?

Yes, yes. Very good.

At least he didn't leave us
for nothing.

There you are.
Hello.

You had a win today.

Elizabeth came down
and got Tegan's transfer papers.

She's agreed to voluntary admission.

Yay. You don't seem
very happy about it.

Well, I mean, she nursed her fiance
through three years of depression,

and then he necks himself
in front of her.

A big bout of psychotherapy
is not how I define a win

in this situation.

Right. You OK?

I'm getting myself a tattoo that
says, "I've got Hep C but I'm fine".

I only asked that
because you've been here all night.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm just scatty
and I don't know what's going on.

OK. Your place or mine?

Oh.

I just think I need some time out.

That's alright. We'll run a bath
and get some takeaway.

No. I mean, I think I need
some time out.

From what?

From everything.

You mean from us?

Yes. I mean from us.

You're just tired.
You're not thinking straight.

So, yesterday, when you told me
that you loved me, what was that?

What's changed?

I'm so sorry.

I don't want you to say, "I'm sorry."
I want you to talk to me.

Well, there's nothing to talk about.

So, that's it?

Is that your
breaking-up-with-me speech?

(Clears throat)

Hey.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Come to ask for a second chance.

Second chance at what?

Don't panic, Gabby. I know
I've blown my chances with you.

I just want to see if Frank
will give me my job back.

Not in this lifetime.

I'd still like to give him
the chance to say no.

Yeah, right.

How've you been?

I'm still on the wagon,
if that's what you're asking.

Oh.

Look, Frank's in his office, OK?

PHONE RINGS

All Saints Emergency.

What do you want, Taylor?
A reference?

No. Actually, Frank, I was...

Because I don't think drinking on
the job's going to cut it in your CV.

Probably not, unless I was applying

to a department head
who already knew about it.

You want to come back here?

I needed a wake-up call,
Frank, and I got it.

I'm sober.
I'm going to meetings every week.

But I'm flat broke. I need to work.

Just think about it. Please.

Yeah, sure. Why not?
I've got bugger-all else to do.

Gabrielle knows the number
of the motel I'm staying at.

Douglas Nichols's paperwork
for the coroner.

Frank? Douglas Nichols's
paperwork for the coroner.

(Voice fades) I filled out
most of it, but I wasn't sure...

I'll leave that with you.

Mrs Nichols. Mrs Nichols.

There's something you need to know.
Um...

Now it's true that we did everything
we possibly could - medically -

to try and save your husband.

Frank.

But there was a problem with the bed.

What are you talking about?

Its mechanism failed.

When your husband arrested,
it wouldn't lay down flat.

Now, I'm not saying
this made any difference,

but it did delay
our resuscitation attempt.

My husband died
because of a broken bed?

I've made a complaint
to our administration,

but it seems they
don't want to hear me.

Maybe they'll hear you.

I don't understand you.
Join the bloody club.

Well, you know
what's going to happen?

Yes.

She'll tell her kids,
her kids will tell a lawyer,

and then if the coroner decides

that the delay
contributed to Douglas's death,

they will sue the hospital.

And if the coroner decides
the delay didn't contribute

and you've just raised the bloody
fire alarm for nothing...?

Then the hospital board
has a valid reason

to kick my butt out of here,
won't it?

Oh! What happens to us?
You'll cope.

Of course we will,
but that's not the point.

If shoddy maintenance
is responsible for that man's death

then Admin are bloody well
going to pay for it.

It's the only language
they understand,

and I am sick to death of it.

Oh, you're itching for
a bust-up over this, aren't you?

The ED is a team.

If one person does what they want,
the rest of the ED have to pay.

There are lines in the sand.

Well, the sands are shifting.
The lines are getting blurry.

Not in this situation,
and I can't be party to it.

Who's asking you to?
You are.

(Sternly) What do you want?
What's going on?

None of your business.

Hey!
(Flatly) Hey.

Don't know if I can
compete with all that.

Um, I've got enough for three.
I thought, um... Erica would be here.

Yeah, I reckon
she can be spared all this.

I decided to start
the interferon treatment.

What - she doesn't know?
No. And she doesn't need to.

Listen, mate...

Mood swings, depression,
loss of libido...

You know that's what I've got to
look forward to once all this starts

and she didn't sign up
for any of that.

So...
So...?

So I broke up with her.

Look, I just don't want her
one day to wake up

and realise that she's my nurse,

she's, you know, not my girlfriend.

So she doesn't get
a say in any of this?

Do you want me to do that for you?

Yeah.

You're sure about this?
Yeah.

Yeah. I want to get well.

Then I might actually
have a chance at a relationship.

The surgery went well.

There are other medical issues
to deal with.

His kidneys aren't great, and we
have to treat the septicaemia, but...

..he's out of immediate danger.

I don't know how to thank you.

You don't have me to thank.

I didn't operate.
I passed it on to another surgeon.

Why?

Why would you do that?

Oh, there's a rule of thumb
in medicine -

you don't treat
people you care about.

I never should have let
my emotions get in the way.

There are ethical considerations,

as well as emotional ones
to consider.

I'm your doctor.

Not anymore, you're not.
Doesn't matter.

I was when we met.

Don't get me wrong.
I think you're fantastic.

But... this is just complicated.

What I'm doing...

What we're doing
doesn't just affect us.

It affects other people too.

What exactly are we doing?

Whatever it is,
it can't go any further.

It has to stop. So I've arranged
for Von to take over your treatment.

And this is what you want?

You know, at school,
when the kids are telling a lie

or they're trying to hide something,
you can see the effort.

I mean, they have to work,
'cause it goes against their nature.

And when you were
on the phone this morning,

and you told them
you were already in the car,

I saw it then.

The effort of not telling the truth.

Are you saying I'm some sort
of preschool child?

No!

I'm saying you're not
a very good liar.

But it's a compliment, Bart.

Is it?

So, tell me again
why you've got to leave.