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Travis, open up!

Come on!

(Sighs)

Travis, it's Jack!

Travis!

Shit!

Travis!

Travis!

Travis!

Oh, mate! What have you
done to yourself?

(Pants)

WOMAN: Oh, really? Oh, right.
(Man laughs)

Stop it!

Step away.

Oh, man.
Hey, Bart.

Are you OK?
Hmm? Why wouldn't I be?

Look out for Homer, will you?

He knows he doesn't have
a position in the E.D.

I gather he didn't take it well.

Dr Gallagher, where do you want me?
I'll be in my office.

Uh, Triage, if that's OK.
Fine.

We have incoming.

Dan?

This is Lewis Dowd - he's 60.
Acute dyspnoea.

He has a history of
congestive cardiac failure.

Acute 4. Chest pain?
Sharp and non-radiating.

Cannulated, morphine, 3mg IVI,
given with some effect.

Were you with him when the pain hit?
He was in the garden.

By the time I got to him,
he was a horrible grey colour.

Don't worry. We'll look after him.

Lewis, can we get you to slide
across to this bed for us now?

That's it.
That's the way, mate.

It says here you're
a Vietnam veteran.

Yeah. One tour.

I'll help you with that.

Are you still getting chest pain?
It'll settle down.

What medications
are you taking for the CCF?

I've written them all down. Helps me
keep track of what to give him.

Thank you.

Monica's my Florence Nightingale.

I'm your wife.

What else would you want me to do
but look after you?

Find a husband that's not
old before his time, maybe.

Copy that, Base. We gotta go.
Yeah.

Right. Deep breaths.
(Breathes deeply)

So, Lewis, are you still at work?
I can't.

He drove rigs. He had to
give it away when he became ill.

What is it?

Your chest sounds fine
for somebody with CCF.

It does?
Mm.

Well, that's good news, isn't it?
Told you I'd be fine.

Lewis! He hates hospitals.

I hate wasting people's time.

Well, seeing that you're here, how
about you let me do an X-ray, huh?

Yeah, OK.

Hello? Ambulance Service!

Yeah, in here. Move it.
Jack, what are you doing here?

It's a long story.
You know what happened?

He was unconscious when I found him.

There's no obvious wounds
or injuries.

He's got a slow heart rate
and responsive to painful stimuli.

Right, what's his name?
Travis Knight.

Travis, can you hear me?
He needs oxygen.

I'm onto it, Jack.

I'm just gonna
shine a light in your eyes.

There's no time for it.
Jack, we have protocols to follow.

Screw your protocols.
Just load and go, Cate!

I'll get the trolley.

What have we got?

Uh, shortness of breath
and non-radiating chest pain.

The X-ray looks OK.

Well, he had no pitting oedema
on his fingers, feet and lower back,

which is surprising because
he has a 10-year history

of congestive cardiac failure.

Symptoms might be anxiety.
Well, maybe.

Trust your instincts, Beaumont.

If CCF doesn't fit,
find a diagnosis that does.

Hey, Lewis. How you feeling now?

Yeah, good.
Yeah?

Yeah, I reckon I'm right
to go home now.

Now, wait, hold your horses.
I haven't... Come on.

Look, the X-rays do look
pretty clear

but I'd like to run a cardiac echo.

It'll give me a better indication
of what strain your heart is under.

You've taken the pain away.
I'm breathing much better.

Yeah, if we take you off the oxygen,
you could be back where you started.

Please, stay a while longer.

Just for me. Hmm?

Do you want me to set up the echo?
That'd be great.

Could we have a word outside?

Yes, of course.

What about?
It's alright. I won't be long.

Lewis, are you alright?

This is Travis Knight.

He was found unconscious
from an unknown aetiology.

He's been down about an hour.

You know him?
Yeah.

He's cannulated with a litre
of Hartmann's in progress.

Let's transfer him on three.

Come on, come on!

You ready?
Yes.

One, two, three.

You're bleeding.
Ah, it's nothing.

There's evidence of
recent surgery here.

Yeah, it's a gunshot wound
at close range

and he's also in the late stages
of Wilson's disease.

I've never come across that before.

Organise a FAST.
We'll need to assess his liver.

And get another nurse in here.

I hope everything works out
for you OK, Jack.

What are you doing?
Putting in the second cannula.

He's a friend. You're too close.
Leave it to me.

Do your job, I'll do mine.

FAST machine's on its way.
You want ABG and the usual bloods?

Thanks.
And a salicylate test.

You think he may have
attempted suicide?

Just do the test.

If you have bad news for me,
Dr Beaumont, please just tell me.

I've been preparing myself for ages.

I do not have bad news.

I was hoping you could give me
a better picture

of what's been happening
with Lewis's health.

Has he had other
acute attacks recently?

Well, they're getting more frequent.

But none of those have been listed
in his medical records.

That's because he keeps taking off

before anyone has a chance
to examine him properly.

So, who diagnosed the CCF?

That was a doctor
over at the repatriation hospital.

He goes over to
a clinic there sometimes.

I've been reading up on the Net
about heart disease

and I was just wondering,

are there any other symptoms,
you know,

less common symptoms, perhaps?

What symptoms are we talking about?

Maybe I better get back inside.
I hate leaving him alone like this.

Monica, if there is something
that I should know,

something that will help me
treat Lewis properly,

then you should tell me.

Chronic illness changes people,
don't you think?

Jack?

What happened?

I went to pick Travis up for court
today and found him unconscious.

He's out on bail?
Yeah.

Yeah, I posted it for him.

He's had a crap life and I thought
he deserved time before the trial

just in case it didn't go well.

OK.

Patrick deserved to die. It's not
right he should be punished for it.

Nobody's saying anything.
It's not right.

I didn't think he would do
anything like that.

Are you gonna be alright?

If he needs to go to Theatre,
you call me.

OK?

Von?

Hey, have you managed to
track down those records yet?

No, not yet.

How am I meant to treat him
without a full history?

Welcome to the world
of veteran affairs.

He could have been
exposed to something.

I mean, maybe he's just suffering
post-traumatic stress.

Well, he would have been,
what, 19, 20, when he was there.

He was just a baby.

Well, every day he woke up,
he probably thought it was his last.

Hard not to be traumatised
by something like that.

I just need him to talk.

Well, good luck.

I don't know many vets who will
talk about their times in Nam.

Right, I'll, uh, keep on
with the records.

Let me know if there's
anything in the meantime.

Thank you.

The echo's ready to go.

OK. (Sighs)

BP's 75 over 50.

That's too low.
Give him a mill of Aramine.

And push through a bottle of NSA.
Yep.

Feels hot and tender. Could be some
fluid around the old surgery site.

Forget the FAST.
Let's book an abdo CT instead.

OK, I'll get one organised.
No, there's no time.

Get him prepped
and transferred to Theatre.

Wait a minute, mate.
Watch it, mate.

The patient's going nowhere till we
know what we're dealing with.

I know enough. There's fluid there.
Get him to Theatre.

OK, what's his urinary output?

7ml and bloodstained.

His kidneys are shutting down.
Cut him now, you'll kill him.

I said I want him prepped.

Don't want to tell you
how to do your job.

Well, then, don't!

Until we get the bloods and scan,

this patient might not have to
go to theatre.

So, should we prep him?

Where are the blood results?
OK, I will chase them up.

Should I order the scan too?

Thank you.

I told you, you're too close.

Given the symptoms you came in with,

I would have expected
the echo to show

a significant level of heart strain.

This isn't showing any.

So, now can I go home?

Are you saying he doesn't have CCF?

I don't think it's why
you collapsed this morning, no.

We need to look for another reason
for your symptoms.

Like what?

Viral infection, maybe.

I'd like to do some more bloods and
take some cultures, if that's OK.

No.

What's the harm
in taking more blood?

I said NO!

You want to know what's wrong...?
Shut your bloody mouth!

Hey! Jesus!

Monica. Mon, I'm so sorry.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry, love.

(Monica sobs)

I didn't mean that.

Let me help you.

You can't help me.
What's happening, Lewis?

I think you need some counselling.

You think I'm mad?
I didn't say that.

I don't need counselling.

I know what's wrong with me.

I have...syphilis.

But my wife doesn't know
and you are not to tell her.

Do you understand?

Do you?

(Sobs)

Does that hurt?

No, it's fine.

It doesn't look like
there's any broken bones,

so I'll just clean
that cut for you, OK?

Has your husband
ever hit you before?

'Cause if he has,
you need to speak to somebody -

you need to get some help.

He never laid a hand on me until...

Until what?

He started to lose his temper
a couple of months ago.

I know he doesn't mean it.
He's not well.

And it just gets him
so frustrated sometimes.

Yeah, but that's no excuse
for him hurting you.

Please, don't judge him.
You don't know him like I do.

Just hold still for me, please, OK?

He was the most handsome man
in the world.

Every girl I knew wanted him.

But he chose me.

I felt like the luckiest girl
in the world.

And I still do.

Do you know what that feels like?

Yes, I think I do.
I'm finished here.

Tertiary syphilis, first diagnosed
in Vietnam, treated at the time,

but he must have finished his tour
before they had a chance to follow up

and showed no real symptoms
until about 10 years ago.

Get confirmation
of the VDRL antibody.

Do a lumbar puncture to see
if it's moved to his brain.

Well, going by his behaviour,
I think we can assume it has.

What are her chances of having it?

Hard to say.
That's why she has to be tested.

So, we have to tell her
the truth, then?

We'll do no such thing.

She could potentially
have a fatal disease, Frank.

Lewis told us about his syphilis
under patient privilege

with strict instructions
not to tell his wife.

Yeah, but...
End of story.

PHONE RINGS

Yep?

No-one's saying
it's an ideal situation, Dan.

Yeah, well, it sucks.
FRANK: Thanks for letting me know.

(Frank hangs up phone)

I got a crush injury on the way in.

Can this patient be moved?
No.

Why? What's his status?
It's Travis Knight.

Is this a complication
on the shooting?

Could be.

Possible suicide attempt. Won't know
until we have the blood results.

Alright.

OK, Radiology can fit us in now

but we're looking at another
half-hour at least for the bloods.

Half an hour?
Did you tell them it was urgent?

They're down a staff member.
For God's sake!

Hey, hey, hey.
Just calm down, will you?

I'll take care of Pathology.

Albumin's gone through.
Start another Hartmann's.

We'll move him to Acute
once he's been for the scan.

I said no.

We can monitor him
just as well in Acute.

Tell Radiology we're on our way.

Maybe it'd be better
if Steve looks after him.

What - are you throwing me out?
No.

No. I'm considering what is best
for the patient, for Travis.

I'm not leaving, Frank.

You keep me posted.

Hello. You must be Lewis.

I'm Von.
I'm the patient liaison nurse.

I was hoping we could have
a bit of a chat.

I don't need a chat, thanks.

I heard you were a veteran.

What regiment?

I was a nurse over there.

I was a corporal.

4th Battalion.

RAR.

Did me tour in '70.

You girls did a mighty job.

Must have been rough.

Well, I managed to patch up
quite a few soldiers

I'd just been drinking with
the night or the week before.

I lost a lot of my unit
in one campaign.

Booby traps mostly.

You don't forget it, do you?

You learned to drink real quick.

(Both laugh)

Anything for a few hours of oblivion
before they dump you back in.

Yeah. Booze and cigarettes.

A soldier's best friend.

A veteran's curse.

I wish that's all
I'd been cursed with.

MAN: Oh, God!

This is Jimmy McKay, 31. He has
a crush injury to the right arm.

I'm Dr Campion.
Can you tell me what happened?

Oh, my arm!
What's he had?

Morphine. 10 milligrams.

Start him on 5 mill increments
every half-hour

till the pain's under control.

Torturing patients again, eh, Frank?

We've got a crush injury
for you to work a miracle on.

Well, we'll see what we can do.

FRANK: On three.

One, two, three.

JIMMY: Aaggh!

What's the patient's name, Cate?
Jimmy.

Jimmy? Hi. I'm Mike.

Jimmy, what's been going on here?
What's happened?

Engine block.

Broke free of the sling
when I was taking it out.

Oh. Engine block, eh? Ooh.

That'd weigh, what, about 250kg?
Yeah, about that.

Oh. Hmm. How long
was the arm trapped for?

Oh, about five minutes.
Any loss of consciousness?

I don't know.
Nobody knows.

The people who found him
said he was on his own.

The mongrel's gonna pay for this.
I told him it wasn't safe!

This'll be a WorkCover gig.
I'll get Gallagher.

Can you feel me
squeezing your fingers?

Yeah, kind of, I think.

Could be some sensory nerve loss.

I'll need A&B lateral-view X-rays
of the arm.

Now?
I can do that.

How's it looking?
Hmm.

We'll know a bit more
when we see the X-rays, Jimmy.

Morphine's in.

A couple of blokes
were headed to the brothel and...

I can't even remember
what the girl looked like.

Next morning, we were back
in the jungle for three weeks -

feet rotting, crawling with lice,
fighting for our lives.

I mean, a pimple on my dick
was the least of my worries.

But you would have been given
the 'no sweat' pill.

I had dysentery too, didn't I?

Oh.

Dumb...luck.

The body couldn't even
absorb the medication.

The symptoms went away.

I thought it had gone.

Till I got sick again.

What about your wife?

There's no way she'd have it.

I was clean by the time I come home
and I've read up.

You think I'd risk her?
She has to be blood-tested.

I can't... I can't tell her.

Not after all this time -
she'd never forgive me.

Lewis, don't be a fool
twice in your life.

It's not too late for you
to take the antibiotic.

It can still take effect.

And it's not too late
for your wife either.

But you see, we can't treat her

unless we know whether
she has the disease or not.

I've told Radiology
to fast-track those reports.

Frank's read the riot act
to Pathology.

I'll let Steve know we're back.

(Travis gulps)

(Coughs and gags)

Ah! Ah! (Gasps)

How are you feeling?

Court. I'm meant to be in court.
No, no. You need to be here.

But your bail money...

Yeah, I've spoken to your lawyer.
He said he'd fix it up.

What happened?

I don't remember.

Did you take something?

If you did, we're gonna find out,
so you might as well tell me.

You think I tried to kill myself?

Did you?
I wanted to go to court.

I wanted them to hear
what Patrick had done to us

and why I killed him.

I didn't want to let you down.

Lewis, you have a visitor.

G'day, love.

I'm so sorry.
I just want you to get better.

So do I.
Then let the doctors do their jobs.

Lewis, what we'd like to do
is a lumbar puncture,

which will test your spinal fluid
for infection, OK?

What sort of infection?

I think there might be
a medical reason

for his violent outbursts.

I don't understand.

Love, they, uh...

..they reckon that I might have
picked up some bug along the way.

Oh!

You can't take a trick, can you?

No, I, um...

Oh, look, it's...
it's probably nothin'.

It's just my bad temper
getting the better of me.

Oh. You don't have a bad bone
in your body, Mr Dowd.

I wouldn't have stayed married to you
for all of these years

if I thought otherwise.

Mmm.

He's got syphilis.

Sorry?
Monica's husband.

It's probably why he's hitting her.

He's got syphilis,
only she doesn't know about it.

Well, we knew something was going on.

Yeah, you never
really know what goes on

in other people's
relationships, do you?

No, you don't.
It shows how much he loves her.

Must really care about her.
Can't even tell her the truth.

It might not be right
but it is his call.

Yes, it is.

Now we get to pretend
like we don't know.

OK. I'm in.

How you doing there, Lewis?
Not in any pain?

No.

I just feel a pushing sensation.

Bloody awful.

Pardon my French.
Almost done.

Please, don't hate me.
We don't hate you, mate.

I love my wife.

I-I thought I was
gonna die out there.

I didn't want to die a virgin. I...

I only did it once.

I got drunk and I...and I did it.

Lewis, I need you to keep
really still, please.

It was a stupid...

It was a stupid mistake.
I've been paying for it ever since.

She doesn't need to pay for it too.

Then let us treat her.

I can't.

The lie's gone on so long,

I just...I-I...

It's not just a lie, Lewis.

It's her life we're talking about.

She's not sick.
You don't know that.

What do you think she'd do
if she found out?

I don't know.

Leave me.

And what about the next time you
lose your temper and you hit her?

I mean, you don't think that's gonna
impact on your relationship?

I can't help that.
I told you, I can't.

All the more reason to tell her
why it's happening.

I mean, give Monica a chance
to be checked out

and maybe you guys
could start again.

Without the lies.

(Sobs)

Monica and I are made for each other.

We...

I can't wreck that.

I can't...

I've been on to WorkCover. They
want everything documented exactly.

I might concentrate
on treating the patient

and leave paperwork
till later, if that's OK.

We've all complained
about those slings.

It was an accident
waiting to happen.

I want you to tell me the moment
you feel anything different, OK?

Have you got a photo of that tribe
you've been bragging about?

It's not a tribe.
It's a netball team. Team McKay.

All girls, hey?
Yeah.

Got a photo.
It's in my back pocket.

Ohhh! Pins and needles in my hand.

Good. Means we've
hit the right spot.

Oh.

Yeah, that's my wife, Liz.
Lucky she's not here.

You'd be scraping her
off the floor with all this blood.

Has anyone called her?
Yeah, she's on her way.

Oh, that's the baby, Phoebe.
She's daddy's little girl, that one.

The middle one's Melanie
and that's Amity.

Mmm, they're beautiful.
Yeah, they are.

That's why you gotta patch me up.
They need their dad in one piece.

Chase up those X-rays, shall we?
Sure.

You can patch me up, right?

There is extensive damage to the arm,

probable multiple fractures
to the radius and ulna,

but what concerns me even more
is the decrease in blood supply

and the impairment
of the nerve function.

Are you saying I could lose my arm?

No, no, no. I want a second opinion.

Well, it is not quite that easy.

The longer it takes
to get you to theatre,

the less chance there
is of a successful outcome.

How am I gonna look after my girls?

Promise me you won't cut it off.

No matter how bad it looks,
promise me you won't amputate.

Please.

Well, do you want to tell him?

It just doesn't feel right anymore.
No, it doesn't.

So we agree that we'll take him out
tonight and we'll tell him together?

OK. Where?
What are you two gossiping about?

Nothing.
Alright. Back to work.

(Whistles)

Steve, Travis Knight's
pathology results.

Salicylate test was negative.

Yeah, well, that's a relief.

I'm not sure Jack could've coped
if it were a suicide attempt.

What's the story?
How does Jack know him?

That you will have to ask Jack.

Ask me what?

Travis's bloods. Are you
gonna tell him or will I?

Your lungs and kidneys are failing.

Muscle tissue's breaking down

and your body can
no longer fight infection.

You sure like to
serve it up straight, don't you?

Don't see any point
beating round the bush.

We can put you on life support.

It'll by us some time
till the antibiotics kick in,

and dialysis will keep
your kidneys functioning.

Right. (Clears throat)

So, uh, what happens when all the
other organs decide to pack it in?

Well, then we prop them up as well.

I don't want any life support.

Hey, you can fight this.

Maybe I don't want to fight it.
Travis, no, you...

We all know once I end up
on the machine I'm not coming off it.

It's my decision. Right?

It's your decision.

Then, please,

take all this crap
off me and let me die.

MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY

(Coughs)

His wife's here.
Yeah, sure. She can come in.

No, I don't want to see her.

I would imagine
she'd be about worried you.

I can't see her. I don't
want to face her. She'll know.

I can't lie to her. She'll know.
She'll know what?

Bastards were laying people off
the end of the week.

My name was on that list.

So you did this to yourself?

Workers comp was there to tide
me over till I found something else.

I didn't mean for the
engine block to fall so far.

It was meant to jam my arm,
not crush it.

Jimmy! What happened?

I'm sorry, Liz.
Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

It's alright. It's alright.
I'm sorry, Liz.

It's alright. It's gonna be OK.

I'm sorry.
It's gonna be alright.

How's your friend?

Dying.

I'm sorry.

He's going into multi-organ failure.

We could probably buy him
some time but he's not interested.

Well, even if you put him
on a ventilator, started dialysis...

I know.

He either dies here or...

..spends the rest
of his life on machines.

And even if I could
cure him, he'd get sent...

Talk about having nowhere
to hide, huh? (Scoffs)

Are you gonna be OK?

Yeah. I got the easy part.

Positive VDRL antibody,
abnormal cell count

plus the protein and glucose levels.

So the syphilis
has moved to his brain?

And the cardiovascular involvement

explains the atypical
chest pain he had this morning.

Any luck persuading him
to tell his wife?

We've tried. He hasn't budged.

Well, there's not
much more we can do, is there?

Excuse me, Dr Beaumont.

Monica Dowd is
technically my patient.

I could suggest we run
a series of blood tests

to determine if she's
carrying the antibody that way.

It's a nice idea, but we need
her consent to take those tests

and the minute we ask for that,

she'll wanna know why
we're testing her for syphilis.

Yes, but the alternative
is never letting her know.

Well, sadly, that's
the position we find ourselves in.

So we just go on lying to her,
playing with her health...

Nobody likes it, Bart.

No. I get it. That's how
we do things around here now.

Hey, did Ricky talk to you
about tonight? At all?

Did...

What was all that about?
I have no idea.

Mrs Dowd.

I'm feeling woozy.

Why don't you come and sit down
for a minute, have a rest?

I don't know what came over me.

Any headaches or nausea?

Probably just need
something to eat. That's all.

How's the lip?
It's fine.

Mrs Dowd...

..were you telling me the truth

when you said your husband
never hit you before?

Yes.

Lewis wouldn't hurt a fly normally.

So why do you think
he'd start hitting you now?

I don't know.
You think he'll do it again?

No, not once we know
what's wrong with him.

You really believe that?

I have to.

I know my husband, Dr West.
He's a good man.

What are you doing?
Come with me.

Bart, where...where are you going?

I'm sorry for interrupting.
My name's Dr West.

I treated your wife
after you hit her.

Dr West.

Tell her, Mr Dowd.
Tell me what?

Come on, Bart. Let's talk a walk.
Tell her the truth or I will.

You shut your mouth!
Lewis, what's he talking about?

CHARLOTTE: Get out.
Your husband has syphilis.

Oh, for God's sake.
Oh!

You could have it too.
You need to be tested.

I'll kill you!
It that true?

Oh, I'll kill you.
Lewis, is that true?

She had a right to know.
CHARLOTTE: Get out now.

Is it true?!
I wanted to tell you.

But you didn't.

Monica.

MONICA! Arggh! (Groans)

Shh, shh!
CHARLOTTE: Lewis!

Oh. Oh, God. Mon.

What did you think you were doing?

She deserves to know,
nobody else had the guts...

You don't get to make that call.

It's not up to you to decide
who should know what.

I don't care. She needed to know.
He's not even your patient.

With all the crap
flying around today

I thought someone had to be honest.

What are you talking about?
Are you and Erica seeing each other?

Is that what this is about?

Are you?

I don't believe this.

You betray a patient's confidence,
you destroy a relationship,

and all you care about is if
Erica and I are seeing each other?

You think I'm jealous?
Yes!

Yes, I do think you're jealous, which
is why we were keeping it a secret...

Wow, Dan, you really have
a high opinion of me.

No, I don't. Not right now. No.

I can't believe you didn't
trust me enough to tell me.

You didn't even give me a chance
to be happy for you!

THAT'S what kills me.

I don't feel ill. How likely
is it that I've got it?

Lewis would only have been infectious
at certain times over the years

so it depends on whether
you were sexually active

during those stages of the disease.

(Scoffs)

A simple blood test will
tell us one way or the other.

And if I do have it?

Well, we'll start you on
an intensive course of penicillin.

It won't repair the damage
that's been done,

but it will stop
the disease progressing.

He had all those years to tell me

and I had to find out
from a stranger.

Who?

When Lewis married you,

he really believed
he was cured of the disease.

And that makes it
alright then, does it?

No.

I would really like you two
to sit down with a counsellor.

You need to talk
these things through.

Nothing will repair that damage.

Ever.

OK. I'll be outside if you need me.

Is there anyone you
want me to call for you?

You know there isn't.

How pathetic is that?
Don't.

Don't put yourself down.

Travis.

I'm sorry if I disappointed you.

You haven't disappointed me.

How many girlfriends
have you had in your life?

Just rest, OK?

That's all you have to do now.

I haven't had one.

A couple of dates, but...

..any time I got past that
it just got so...

Mate, can you not do this?

Every time I tried to do anything...

..touch them...

..all these memories
came flooding back.

It was like he was
in the room with me.

He...is gone.

You don't have
to think about him anymore.

Don't let him get into your head
the way he got into mine.

I won't.

Promise me you'll be OK.

Yeah, I promise.

What Bart did was
totally unprofessional.

He'll have to answer for
his actions at a later date.

When will that be?
He's got a lot on his mind.

Are you defending him?

Because right now,
I have a humiliated wife

who's refusing to speak
to her very sick husband.

Humiliation passes.
Untreated syphilis doesn't.

You ARE defending him.
No, I'm not.

I would feel very uncomfortable
if she were to leave this place

not knowing she had a disease
from which she could later die.

Well, how very convenient for you
that Bart came along, then.

Where is he?
Probably hiding somewhere.

I sure as hell would be
if I were him.

Mrs Dowd.

Look, I'm sorry. I should never have
betrayed your husband's confidence.

You had every right to and I'll be
forever grateful to you, young man.

Do you know he was younger than
you are when he went off to war?

Someone pulled a marble
out of a hat and off he went.

It was a lottery
no-one wanted to win.

He was so young.

We talked about what would happen
when he came home, if he came home.

We also talked about
whether we should

sleep together
before he left in case.

Anyway, we didn't.

Lewis wanted to marry me,
do the right thing.

I knew he was probably
damaged by the war.

They all were.

But I loved him.

Do you still love him?

Hey, love.

They told me you're
refusing treatment.

I am so sorry.

Let them give you
the medicine, Lewis.

What's the point? I don't
have a life without you.

There's so much I didn't tell you
about what happened over there...

Stop it!

How could you risk
my life like that?

Our whole life together
has been one big lie.

I wish I could take it all back.

I wish I could
do it all differently.

Why didn't you trust me?

It wasn't you. It was me.

I was gutless. I...I thought
the problem was over.

When I found out it wasn't,
it was too late.

I'd lied to you for too long

and I was afraid that if...
if I told you, you would leave.

Is there any way that you
could ever forgive me?

Ever?

Lewis Dowd has agreed to treatment.

Good. What do you need?

A vial of penicillin, 10ml of water
and a sideline giving set.

Listen, um, Bart knows about us.

I don't know how,
but he does. He knows.

We should've told him.
I know.

He's our friend.
I know.

We should've trusted him.
I know!

Hey.
(Deadpan) Hey.

FRANK: Homer!

I have to get these to Pathology.
Oh, for God's sake.

Stop right there.
That's a bloody order.

Homer!

(Pants)

What in God's name possessed you

to break a patient's confidence?

Well, technically, I didn't.
Mr Dowd wasn't actually my patient.

Well, you had better hope like hell
that he doesn't go on with it,

because careers have ended on less.

I wasn't aware I had
a career to worry about.

But just so you don't
do anything so stupid again

I want you to know
I am still on the case.

Actually, Dr Campion, I really
don't think you need to bother.

What?

I've asked to start my surgical
rotation as soon as possible.

Oh, come on, mate.

I know you're angry...
I'm not angry!

I just want to finish my internship,

get it over and done with
and move on.

So I'd appreciate it if you could
make this my last shift in the E.D.

You sure?
Yes.

OK. I'll let admin know.

And just so we're clear...

..you don't have any idea
what's going on with me.

MACHINE BEEPS

Gosh. That poor man. How desperate
would you have to be to do that?

I feel sorry for her -

she'll have to deal with
much more than just a missing arm.

So what do you want me to put
in the report for WorkCover?

Well, it's not up to us to say
how the accident happened.

He admitted responsibility.

Did he?

I don't remember that.

Hey, hey. Ready to head home?
Yeah.

Give me a second. I will get
my bag and I'll be with you.

Actually, I asked Jack
to go for a drink.

Oh, yeah, sure.
A drink would be good.

Blokes only. Hope you don't mind.

No, of course not.
I'm a little surprised.

I didn't...I didn't think
you two were that good friends.

Tough day. I figured he could do
with a bit of liquid therapy.

Yeah? A bit of male bonding.

(Chuckles) Something like that.

Hmm.

What?
You.

Huh.

Does everyone see
how fantastic you are?

Round here, I'm their boss.

They are paid to see
how fantastic I am.

Stop deflecting.
I'm not deflecting.

Yes, you are.
(Laughs) I'm not!

You gotta learn
how to take a compliment.

I...I can. I can take a compliment.

Good, 'cause I plan on
giving you quite a few of them.

Mmm.

If you don't get home too late,

I'll give you something else
to compliment me about.

Oh, really?
Uh-huh.

Like what?

My cooking. I was
gonna cook you dinner.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

SLOW ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

STEVE: Here,
get this into you, mate.

Your friend seemed like a nice guy.

I s'pose I should
thank you for today.

Oh, no worries.

How do you know him?

OK, fair enough.

Ever been to the Territory?

Did a stint up there as a GP

travelling round all
the remote communities, you know?

If you ever need a break,
need to get away, you should try it.

They could do with a good
surgeon like you up there.

Though I've seen
Third World countries

with better medical facilities.

Sure as hell makes you appreciate
how good we've got it down here.

Leave me alone.

Sure.

Hey.

I was hoping I'd find you here.

Ah, you're on your way out.

Heading home.

Well, I guess that
answers my question.

Which was?

Whether or not
you'd like some company.

But it's OK. I mean, if you'd
rather be on your own...

You could come with me.

To keep me company.

Sure.