All language subtitles for All.Saints.S08E28 - Room For Improvement.en

Family and what leave?

Has Vincent arrived yet?

Because I'm still waiting on him
to check Mr Brodowski.

Take a number.
We'll see you tomorrow?

Yeah, alright. Bye.

Nelson won't be coming in.

He is taking
'Family and Community' leave,

which is new generation speak
for he'll be chucking a sickie.

We've gotta have something.

The rest of the world
can say 'food poisoning'.

Hang on. Nelson never
takes time off. What's wrong?

Don't know.
Couldn't care less.

You're in the hot seat today
and one nurse down,

so if I were you,
I'd get a replacement quickly.

Hey, boss?

Oh, God.

Too strong?
Yeah.

Some things don't change, do they?

Spent too many years thinking
it would sober me up faster.

That doesn't seem to be a problem
anymore.

It's not.

Why did they send you?

You know what they're like.

Can't get them
within 500km of the city.

It's a long way to come.

Gives new meaning to
the 'social worker' job title.

Yeah.

They mean more to me than any job,
Nelson.

How does this work?

Well, I check you out,
then I report back to the community.

May as well
get straight to the point.

You want to see Kahlia,

and her family want to know why.

She's my daughter.

Unconscious male,
approximately 20 years of age,

found in an alleyway
after a likely drug overdose.

Multiple cuts,
abrasions and bruising.

Dramatic amputation,
fourth and fifth metacarpals.

Left hand.
Bradycardic, shallow resps.

He's peripherally shut down.
We couldn't get IV access.

VINCENT: You've got the fingers?

Not at the scene.

DAN: Somebody cut his fingers off?

They would have done worse
if we hadn't come along.

Who's in charge here?
Detective Sergeant James Nader.

Base, Car 978...

We're concerned about the victim.
FRANK: Is that right?

One, two, three.

What's with all the goons?

His attackers were pretty serious.

We interrupted. We suspect they'll
be back to finish off the job.

Oh, great, so business as usual then.
Bloody marvellous.

VINCENT: Chest is clear.

Abdomen is distended and tense.

Could also be internally bleeding.

They really went to town on him.

They hadn't even started.

Is he unconscious because he's
overdosed or because of the beating?

No way to tell.

Whatever. Let's Narcan him anyway.
I'll get a line in.

Don't like your chances.

He's obviously a long-time user.
His veins are shot.

Yeah, I reckon.

He's hypotensive at 90/50
and bradycardic at 45.

Pupils are pinpoint.

Can't gauge a reaction.

This is ridiculous.
I can't get this in.

Give him Narcan IM.

His response won't be as fast.

We need to stabilise him.

I can't get IV access.
Intramuscular's our only choice.

How you doing?

No pressure.

Jess, we need to go code red.
I'm sorry?

The kid's buggered us up.
We can't handle a full ED.

Do you mind?
Give us some room to work.

What have we got?

Possible internal bleed.

Can't get a line in.
Want to give it a try?

Sure.

Sean Halpin, 30 years old,

electrocuted himself when he put a
chainsaw through an electrical cable.

Let me take a wild stab -
home renovator?

Brought down a supporting wall
and half-buried his wife.

BP 135/95. Pulse 135, irregular.

We've given him 5mg IV morphine.
WOMAN: Sean?

Looks like she's alright.

Where's my husband?
JESS: I'll deal with Mrs Halpin.

When when everyone's ready.

On three.

One, two, three.

Natalie Halpin, 32.
Load-bearing wall fell on top of her.

Mrs Halpin, he's here
and we're looking after him.

He just went crazy, lost his temper.

There's something seriously wrong
with him.

Can you just wait here for a sec?

We'll need FBC, serum electrolytes,
creatinine, blood urea nitrogen,

CK serum and a ward test urine
for haematuria.

Do you take any medication,
Mr Halpin?

(weakly) No.

She's nagged me about that open-plan
living room for months.

So today I said,
"That's it. No more. I've had it."

He's going to need
a chest X-ray and an ECG.

Entry point here.

I'll get a surgical consult
for this leg lac.

Exit burn here.

Didn't think to turn off
the electricity first?

I just wanted to shut her up.

You don't know what she's like.

MRS HALPIN: Sean, you bloody idiot,
where are you?

I think we're getting
a pretty clear picture.

This kid's done himself
a lot of damage.

Look, his veins
just aren't going to bloody take it.

I think this is what they call
a first - Frank can't get IV access.

I don't like
people looking over my shoulder.

We need to do a venous cutdown.
It's the only way.

Bit drastic, isn't it?

Put in a central line,
you risk a pneumothorax.

Listen for yourself.

No, no. Your call.

Dan, let's do it.

We're full. There's no beds.

I can't believe
night shift didn't go to red.

That lot's not helping.
Scaring the patients.

I want to see my husband!

Some of the patients.

Has Mrs Pamula gone up
for her appendicectomy yet?

No.

Can I please get an ETA on a bed?

We're bursting at the seams.
I'm sorry.

What's going on?
Why am I waiting?

Why is Sean getting treated
and not me?

Mrs Halpin, his injuries
have a higher priority.

You'll be treated
as soon as possible.

That'd be right. It's all about him.
Always has been, always will be.

A multi-car pile-up came in
last night and now this.

We should be code red.

Well,
not according to Ambo Operations.

I'm gonna get that changed
as quickly as possible.

Hey!

As soon as we get you a bed,
Mrs Halpin.

TRISH: So why now? What's changed?

I finally got my act together.

Whoever she is, I hope
she's nicer than the last one.

She is.

Good.

So what do you think?
Will they let me see Kahlia?

If you push it,
they don't have a choice.

They've looked after her since
she was a baby. They get their say.

So was this this new woman's idea?

Chase up the past,
make a clean break?

She doesn't know anything
about this. Not yet anyway.

Nice one, Nelson. Dump her
with a kid she never knew existed.

To tell you the truth, I don't
know whether she'll still be around.

You blew it.

Maybe. I don't know.

You're bloody hopeless,
you know that?

Yeah, I have heard that
once or twice, Trish.

I'm not looking at taking Kahlia
away from her family, Trish,

if that's what you're worried about.

Okay.

Then what exactly do you want?

Mr King has another hour of obs
before he can be discharged.

We can't wait that long
to get Mrs Halpin a bed.

Mrs Pamula's on the way up
for her appendicectomy.

Brilliant.

Yes. Thank you.

Could you possibly settle Natalie
Halpin into Sub-Acute for me?

MRS HALPIN: He's getting
a piece of my mind.

She doesn't seem like
the settling type, you know?

I know. I'm sorry. Thank you.

Haven't they upgraded us to red yet?

I'm on it now.

So this is Bob the Builder's
other half.

Is Bob the Builder stupid enough
to electrocute himself?

I think that'd scare the kids.

Tell me how the accident happened.

We always talked about doing it.

When we bought the place, we knew
we'd have to knock some walls down.

Today, Mrs Halpin.
What happened today?

It was Sean's day off,

so I said, "Come on, you've been
fobbing me off for long enough."

No, the accident.
How did that happen?

I don't know.

One minute Sean's screaming at me,
going crazy,

and next minute,
there's a wall on top of me.

Okay. Can you just squeeze my hand?

Barely even started on the inside.

It's like Sean's decided
he's jack of it all.

Okay. Now, you just press hard
against my hands.

You can't just get bored
halfway through.

So today I was just, like,
"Right, let's get started."

Knocking down half a house?
I'd call that action.

Okay. Now, Von tells me
you have a bit of a headache.

If I asked you to score it
out of 10, how bad is it?

Eight. But that's probably because
I didn't even get to have a coffee.

Okay.
Well, everything seems to be fine.

We'll just run some tests
to confirm that.

A head CT scan and spinal X-ray.

What about Sean?

I've never seen him lose it
like today.

If there's something wrong with him,
you'll find it, right?

Mrs Halpin, your husband's sustained
some pretty serious injuries.

Not that.
I mean before the accident.

He wasn't himself. It was like
he was depressed or something.

Right. You know,
we'll certainly look into that one.

If he doesn't sort himself out,

who knows how long it is
before my bathroom gets done?

CHARLOTTE: Is there any pain
or tenderness?

No.
Alright.

Your spinal X-ray's
come back clear

and there doesn't appear
to be any bruising.

So I think we can lose
this hard collar altogether now.

Thank God.

That thing is bloody uncomfortable.

How bad is it?

Looks pretty bad.

You'll need to be sutured up
in theatre after we stabilise you.

Surgery?
You've done a lot of damage.

Unless it's cleaned
and stitched properly,

you could get a nasty infection.

Bloody typical.

You know why
it's called a safety catch?

Everything was fine
till I hit the powerline.

You must have wanted the job done
quickly.

I didn't want it done at all.

Cannula.

I'll need some 40 nylon sutures.

What the hell are you doing?
Get away from me!

Guess the Narcan's kicked in.

Relax. They're here to help.

Keep him still, will you?

My hand! Jesus!
What have you done to me?

JACK: You wanted help?

You! You said you'd protect me!

If I told you what I knew,
you said they wouldn't find out!

I want my bloody fingers!

Settle down, mate.

Get away! Get off!

These people are helping you, Alex!

I'll kill you bastards!

Settle down.

I'm fine.

Can't see anything.
Someone get a pressure bandage.

We're done.

You didn't
completely butcher it.

Thank you very much.

His blood pressure's dropping.

Bleeding into his abdomen.

Still no bowel sounds.

I'll get the FAST.
No time.

We need get to theatre straightaway.
Push those fluids.

Now.
I'll call theatre.

Okay, guys, we're moving.

Guys, let's go.

Will my people be in any danger?

We'll maintain a police presence

to ensure the safety
of staff and patients.

Very comforting.

Yeah, yep.
Nelson left full instructions.

Yep. 1:30? No problem. I'll be there.

Okay. Bye.

It's tough at the top, Jess.
Lunch with the brass already, huh?

Nelson's meant to be giving
a speech today

on nurse practitioners and their role
in Australian health care.

He's a total party animal.

Alison Newell thinks
I'm filling in for him.

(laughs)
I don't need this.

There's no way I'm can
to write something in time.

$20 says
he's already written a speech.

$50 says it's in this office

in an appropriately labelled
manila folder.

Which appropriately labelled
manila folder?

Radical thought - call him.

No, I don't want to disturb him.
He's obviously sick, or he'd be here.

Then die a slow, humiliating death
in front of an audience.

Your choice.

Thanks, Dan. Thanks.

She's my daughter, Trish,

and I could walk past her on the
street and she wouldn't know me.

So we're talking ownership? She's
yours and you want her to know it.

No. It's about me facing up
to responsibilities.

PHONE RINGS

Well, go on.
Get it.

Yep.

Nelson, it's Jess.
I'm sorry for bugging you.

No, it's okay, Jess.
What's up?

Yeah, look,
Alison Newell just called me

to remind me about the speech
you were meant to be giving today.

Look, I completely forgot about that.

Do you want me to call her
and put her off?

No, it's fine, I can do it,

but please tell me
you've already written the speech.

Yeah. It is in a folder in the drawer
in the desk.

And, Jess, if Frank gives you
any trouble about anything,

just tell him it's under control.

It'll buy you some time.

Really?

Nelson, are you okay?

I've got to go, Jess.

Does she know anything about me?

No, no. We went with the whole
immaculate conception thing.

What do you reckon?

So what have you told her?
The truth.

That her father's a nurse,

an honourable man
who was working in the community.

He loved her mother very much,

and when she died,
he was so sad he had to go away.

Honourable?

Yep. Like I said, the truth.

Each birthday I'm wondering
whether I should send her something.

Bandaids.

She wants to be a nurse,
like her dad.

It's a good job.

I don't know,
maybe this is a mistake.

She knows that you take care of her.

All those years, and
you've never once missed a payment.

So... what is this really about,
Nelson?

I want to meet her.

I can go there, she can come here,
whatever the community wants.

Good.

I'm done.

How long will this take?

Don't worry,
I'm not going to sit on it too long.

Good to see you again.

You too.

Have you found a replacement nurse?
The agency's getting back to me.

Is the mail in? Couldn't find it
if it bloody well was.

It's right there, Frank.

Anything for me? I'm waiting on
next month's budget approvals.

I haven't checked it yet.

I've got a meeting
with Dr Newell this afternoon.

My commiserations.

I won't be gone long.

I hope we have a replacement nurse
by then?

It's under control, Frank.

Glad to hear it.

There we go. All done.

How's the headache?

The size of Mt Everest.

If you were going to give me
a scale of 1 to 10,

how bad is it?

How is he?

Press against my hands for me.

Stable.

Natalie, press, please.

He must be depressed.

That's why he doesn't want
to do anything.

That's one of the symptoms.
I read that somewhere.

You lose interest in doing anything.

Would he need to see a psychiatrist
for that?

No neuro deficit.

Natalie...
He's depressed. I'm sure of it.

Why else would he have given up
on all our plans?

It's four walls.
It's somewhere to live.

That's what I keep trying
to tell her.

She reckons it's got to be perfect,
it's got to be perfect now.

How long have you been married?
Six years.

I met her in Cambodia.
We were both backpacking.

You should've seen some of
the dodgy places we stayed in -

bamboo walls, dirt floors.

Nat thought it was great.

She didn't even complain
about the pit toilets.

Ooh, she's a better woman than I am.

Yeah.

These days, I've seen more pictures
of cisterns and pans

than any man ever wants to.

It's a toilet, for God's sake.

It's there for one reason -
not to look beautiful.

Sean, are you feeling alright?

Yeah. My head's spinning a bit.

His heart rate's gone from AF
to SVT at 170 beats a minute.

Anything with that many letters
can't be good.

Sean, can you cough for me, please?

Right. Again.

Try holding your breath
for me.

No change.

Okay. Let's start him
on 6mg of Adenosine.

You're scaring me.

Your heart rate's up, so we're gonna
give you a drug to correct that.

I can handle that.

There are some short-term
side effects to this drug.

Some describe it
as a feeling of overwhelming dread.

Same feeling as when Nat brings home
a do-it-yourself magazines.

Sean, listen to me.
The feeling is false.

No matter what you think is going
to happen, it's just the drug, okay?

Oh, man, you weren't kidding.

Sean, just focus on me.

Focus on me, come on.
This feeling will pass soon.

Get me outta here!
You've got to get me outta here.

It's important you stay still, Sean.

Get me out of here.

This feeling will pass.

I promise you we'll get
through this, okay?

I asked for a Star Fire,
not a Float Glass splashback.

You can't use your mobile in here.

Just a minute.

Plus the measurements are all wrong,

and now I have this huge ugly strip
of silicone down my kitchen wall.

No, I am not willing to discuss it,
Thank you, Natalie.

I just want it replaced.

Sorry about that.

Must have been important.

It's just these tradesmen.
They never listen.

Can I get out of bed?
I really want to see Sean.

No, he's not up for visitors yet.
The doctors are still with him.

Is there something wrong with him?
Because you've got to be careful.

He'll try it on.

He was electrocuted.

Would you like me to explain to you
again just how serious that is?

Look, you don't know him like I do.
He exaggerates.

I'm never going to get
my house finished now.

He'll be bunging it on for months.

Perhaps you could give a chainsaw
a go yourself.

Why would I do that?
I have a husband.

Please don't tell me
to take that stuff again.

That will depend.

The electric shock upset
your heart's rhythm,

so we've gotta keep it
under control.

Is Nat alright?

We're keeping her in
for observation,

but so far
there's nothing serious.

I shouldn't have lost my temper
like I did.

Everything okay?

Trigeminy with couplet runs.

Let's draw up an infusion of
lignocaine, 320mg over half an hour.

I want to see Natalie.

You'll can do that soon, Sean.

Right now we just need
to keep you calm and still.

Cate.

He's had a run of critical
arrhythmias and his BP's unstable.

Do not take your eyes off him.
Sure.

I'm going to be okay, aren't I?
That's the plan.

Good, because I need to pee.

Right.

Well, there you go.

I'll just wait outside.

What would you say if your husband
said to you, "Let's go to India?"

If I had a husband,

that's exactly the sort of thing
I'd want him to say.

Good.

I booked a trip for me and Nat,
celebrate our anniversary.

She said we couldn't afford
the bathroom if we went overseas,

so I said, "That's enough."

I really, I just...

Sean?
I...

Sean, I'm coming in, okay?

(gasps) Yep.

Sounds like you had trouble
breathing again.

Yeah, a bit.
How does your chest feel?

Really tight.

Your heart rate's gone back up.
Oh, God, no.

Listen to me, getting stressed
is not going to help the situation.

That's not the right colour, is it?

ALISON NEWELL:
The decision's not yours to make.

It doesn't work like that.

JESS: I know,
but night shift should have done it.

There were still patients...

If we're upgrading the status to red,

I want the call to come from
the registrar.

Ladies, do we have a problem?

I'd like to know

why I got a phone call
from the director of nursing

telling me the ED status
was going to red.

Who was it that decided the usual
process should be circumvented?

I was trying to explain...

When we got here this morning, night
shift were chasing their tails.

We were on exit block
before even starting.

That's what
I tried to explain.

Plus the ED was full of cops
guarding an informant.

And now they're clogging up
my theatre corridors.

Why didn't you call me, Doctor?

Because I was trying to be
in five places at once all morning.

Jessica was simply trying to
facilitate a quicker response

to something that should have
already been dealt with.

That's why
I called the nursing director.

So may I suggest that
if there are backsides to be kicked,

those backsides
are the ones upstairs.

Discharge some patients,
get us some beds,

and then maybe we can get things
moving down here again.

Everyone needs to work together,
Frank.

There's no use passing the buck.

And there's no use taking out your
frustrations on my staff, Alison.

If we don't have beds,
we don't have beds.

I want to hear from you the moment
the ED status is downgraded, alright?

Nothing would give me
greater pleasure.

Thank you.

If you had trouble with the code red
why not see me?

I wasn't having trouble, Frank,

I was just trying to facilitate
a speedier solution.

It doesn't matter how we get there
as long as we do, right?

That's better.
What?

You're halfway
to sounding confident.

By the way, you have found me
a replacement nurse, haven't you?

Like I said, Frank,
it's under control.

Charlotte.

Sean Halpin's urine
just tested positive for blood.

It might be the electric shock

that's causing
the myoglobin, but...

But it could lead to kidney failure.
Just what we don't need.

Let's get an urgent mid-stream
urine sample urgently,

and a new set of bloods
to check for renal function.

Easier said than done.

I emptied almost a litre of urine
15 minutes ago.

Speed up IV fluids
to help flush the myoglobin.

We'll need to catheterise him
to get that specimen,

and need this test back asap.

What?
Can it wait?

No.

Well, nothing makes a man pee faster
than the threat of a catheter.

You've got 30 minutes,
not a second longer.

Okay.

Stage fright. Sorry.

You need to keep trying, Sean.

How much longer
before they shove that tube up me?

You've got a little bit longer.

These IV fluids
should be kicking in soon.

I can't do it on demand,
that's the problem.

You're not kidding.
Not these days at least.

Ah... Mrs Halpin,
you shouldn't be in here.

I'm not up for this.

We'll have to get stuck
into the house now.

It looks like a bomb site.

You're a bloody broken record,
Nat.

Mrs Halpin...
We can't live with it the way it is.

Let's sell the bloody thing.
What?

Let's get rid of it,
and start again.

That's our home
you're talking about.

Four bloody walls
in contrast colours

with crap raffia work all over them

doesn't make a home.

Maybe not, but it's
all we've got left, isn't it?

Mrs Halpin, look,

I really need to get
this urine sample.

I'll hire a builder.
Then you don't have to do the work.

Does that make you happy?
No!

Sean, you need to stay still,
remember?

Since when was the house
all you cared about?

The minute
you signed those mortgage papers?

Is that when we got shifted
to the back seat

You're being stupid!

It's not what I agreed to.

I meant it.
I'm getting rid of the place.

Good riddance.
You've lost your mind!

I tried to tell them, but nobody...
So I'm crazy now, is it?

What is it?
Charlotte!

Sean, slow your breathing down.
Sean, look at me.

I can't do it anymore!
It's not living, it's not...

What's happening?
Get her out.

He went into rapid AF
then crashed.

Take him to Resus.

We'll have to Cardiovert.
Let's roll him.

What was his status like
prior to the arrest?

His urine had blood. We were waiting
on the MSU to test the myoglobin.

Okay. That's good.
Charging at 200.

Sean!

Why won't somebody tell me
what's going on?

Please just leave him to us.
He's not moving!

Clear.

Sean!
Von!

He's still in AF.
Charging again, 200.

Get her out of here.

Sean!
Clear.

He's not going to die, is he?
Just stay calm...

Sean!

Charge again at 200.

I don't understand.
Why were all the machines going off?

What's happened to him?

Well, it often happens
after an electric shock.

It affects the rhythm of the heart.

He'll be alright, won't he?

The doctors are trying to shock his
heart back into a normal rhythm.

So how long's he going to be here?

There's no way of knowing that.

But I need him at home with me.

I can't do it without him, Von.
There's too much work.

I beg your pardon?

He'll say he's too sick, and...

I think that's the least
of your worries right now.

There's nothing wrong
with wanting somewhere nice to live.

You can't live
like a skanky backpacker forever.

I'm sure the house is beautiful.

It was going to be.

No, it will be.

I'm not letting this stop me.

Still a lot to do, hey?

Even more now.

When it's all perfect...

..will there be someone there
for you to enjoy it with?

Charging at 360.

BEEPING RISES STEADILY

Clear.

Sinus rhythm.

Get an arterial blood gas sample,

and catheterise him
so we can send off the MSU.

I'll get the cardiologist.

How's it going?

The agency still hasn't sent over
a triage nurse yet.

Did you put a rocket up them?

Trust me, I've more than exceeded
my defence capabilities.

Am I detecting a new found respect
for Nelson?

No, I'm too busy hating him for
leaving me to do this stupid talk.

I thought you found his notes.

I found the notes
and I can give the talk,

but if they ask me a single question
about the topic, all over.

Cover blown.
You'll be fine. You're just nervous.

Can I have one?
I won't have time for lunch.

Last one.

I really needed that, Dan.

I thought you were past your 'eat
as much sugar as possible' phase.

That was chocolate, and I am
nowhere near past that phase.

I have to get moving
or I'll be late.

Okay. Break a leg.

Can't. Don't have the beds for it.

The plan is serial ECGs
once he gets up there.

Where are they taking him?

To Intensive Care.

He's unconscious.

Your husband's
still in a very serious condition.

Natalie, I've spoken to Dr Quade.

Now, your obs are fine,
so I can arrange your discharge.

Can I go up and see him?

It's best to leave it for
a few hours. Let them settle him in.

I'll be quiet, I promise.
I just want to be with him.

Alright. I'll see what I can do.
Come on.

Yeah, okay.
Thanks for letting us know.

See you.

Jess, Cummins can't make it
for her shift tonight.

She's got food poisoning.

And you bought that?

I'm old fashioned.

That's just what we need.

We move enough patients
to shift our status to orange,

then this happens.

So get a replacement.

Because that's so easy.
I beg your pardon?

It's under control, Frank.
Not a problem.

Is that a real 'under control'
or a Curtis 'under control'?

Because I do know the difference.

How'd you go with our mate?
Perforated bowel, lacerated liver.

So will he pull through?

Should make a full recovery.
You must be happy, Detective.

All's well that ends well, hey?

It's not over yet, Doctor.

We'll need to maintain a guard
while he's in hospital,

so I'll take
my people out of here.

Hey, hang on.

How can we go from a full battalion
to no protection?

We were here to protect the patient,
not the whole place.

Strike me roan.

Next time take your informants
to St Angela's, will you?

Can you believe that?

Hey.
I heard about the venous cutdown.

The first or the second?
You did a great job.

You don't want to aim for less
with cops breathing down your neck.

Yeah, not to mention Frank.

You going home now?

I will be soon.

Do you wanna get a cheeky drink
before you do?

That's a bad idea, isn't it?

Not a bad idea, just...

It's just not going to happen.

We said we'd give it time.

Yes, we did, didn't we?
We said we'd give it time.

KNOCK AT DOOR

You weren't at work today.
Is everything okay?

Are you sick?
No, I'm not sick.

I've gotta get dressed, and
Von should be home any second, so...

Actually, I'm glad Von's not here.

Look, I know I probably don't have
any right to be here,

but I needed to see you.

I thought you had things to sort out.

I do, and I am.

Look...

..do you have any plans for tonight?

Well, I haven't checked
my TV guide yet,

but I might be up for a better offer.

Dinner with me qualify?

(laughs) Yeah, I think it would.

Thank God for that.

Give me a sec, I'll get dressed.
Sure.

Where'd you hide everything?

It's in the drawers
where it's meant to be.

You chuck it there
so it's out of sight?

Check it.

How did your talk go?
No-one threw tomatoes.

Well, that's a beginning.

I don't think it
was at Nelson's standard.

Nelson wasn't here to give it.
You were.

Rosters?
Finished.

Budgets?
Done.

Replacement nurse
for the night shift?

It's under control, Frank.

Right.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Frank...

..please promise me
you'll never make me do this again.

Hey! Meals on wheels.

You're a god!
I've heard that.

I've got to call the agency.

I'm down two nurses
for the night shift.

They're saying no-one's available,
so I'm working a double.

You want some company?

Don't say it if you don't mean it.

I mean it.
I've got nothing else on.

Alright. Thanks.

Hey, I don't suppose
you've heard from Stuart?

No. But I wasn't expecting to.

That arrived today.

From him?

It's a bit confusing.

Um... I thought maybe you could
make some sense of it for me.

I'm surprised
he contacted you at all.

Gotta be a good thing.

Yeah.

I've gotta do this handover.
I'll talk to you later.

Yeah.

My contribution to the evening.

Find some loose change
in your purse, did you?

Funny.

You'll sit here.

Daddy will sit here.

Thank you, sweetheart.

We're having chicken.

Kathleen likes chicken.

I like chicken too.

Sit down now.

This is Kathleen's family
having dinner together.

That's right, sweetheart.

Kathleen's family.

Mr Callaghan is waiting on pathology

and Mrs Kourakis will probably
be with us for the night,

unless a bed comes up
in Palliative Care,

which, let's face it,
is probably unlikely.

Can we keep an eye
on the intake tonight

so we don't saddle the day shift
with another nightmare?

Thanks.

What are you doing?

(gasps) Hi.

Natalie, what are you doing?

I just came down
to take some pictures.

Of what?

You see, the thing is,

Sean regained consciousness

and we were just talking
about our bathroom.

You were discussing your bathroom

while your husband
was in Intensive Care?

Well, yes. But he brought it up.

Actually, he said
he felt like he needed to pee,

and that reminded me
of the tiles in there.

They're the perfect colour.

Everyone's impressed with how quickly
she's understood the filing system.

The invoices aren't done.

You can't get it all done in one day.

You have to save something
for the next day.

Time for Kathleen to go to bed.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, darling.

Night, sweetheart.

See you tomorrow at work.

Brush your teeth.

I suppose I should be making tracks.

We haven't finished
your perky little merlot yet.

It's from my cellar, Frank.

You mean you actually
drink the stuff these days?

Kathleen seems to be going okay
at work.

She is.

For some odd reason,
she seems to like you.

She likes you too,
which is an even greater miracle.

So, uh...

..would this be the right time

to discuss what we're going to do
with Kathleen,

what the next step might be?

Just finish your wine.

Thanks.

Okay, apparently
there is large-volume blood loss,

so we're gonna have to set up
some gel fusion.

And better set up
for another cannula.

Did you finish reading it?

Yeah.

And?

You're right. It's pretty confusing.

Okay.

You said he does this a lot,
and in the letter,

there was that stuff about
this being the way it's meant to be.

What does that mean?

He's trying to explain.

Doing a pretty lousy job of it,
but he's trying.

Explain what?

He said he was sorry.
Leave it at that.

I don't want to.
That's a cop-out.

No, it's not.

Dan, do you know where he is?

No.

But I know why he's there.

And you haven't told me?

Stuart's got a problem
with depression.

You mean clinical depression?

That's the thing.
I don't really know.

He's never been diagnosed and he
always takes off before I'm sure,

but I think that's what it is.

And you didn't think that that was
an important piece of information

to tell me?

Of course,
but he's my mate.

It's not my place
to go blabbing about it.

He could have done something stupid.
He could have hurt himself.

I was keeping an eye on him -
on both of you, if you wanna know.

Thanks so much.
That makes me feel so much better.

And it is so much more responsible
than, say,

getting your friend
the help that he needs.

You don't think that I tried?

He has to want it.
You know all this.

From where I'm standing,
you've put it in the too-hard basket.

And meanwhile,
Stuart suffers and I suffer.

And I'm just loving it, aren't I?

I'm loving that
I can't help my best mate.

I'm loving that you're stuck
in the middle.

I'm having a bloody ball, aren't I?!

Huh?

WOMAN IN BACKGROUND: No history.

BP 100/80. Pulse 90.

Page the orthopaedic surgeon, please.

Sure.

Double shift, mate?
Sucker for punishment.

Tell me about it.