All language subtitles for All.Saints.S09E04 - No Way Out.en

SHOUTING AND LOUD BANGING

MAN: That kid's
getting nothing from me!

Nice neighbourhood.
LORRAINE: Don't knock it.

I grew up here.
(dryly) Lucky you.

Uh-uh, don't get up.
We'll get to you.

That's the girl.

I'm Lorraine.
This is Bree.

You have to go.
You'll just make him angry.

The horse has already bolted
on that one.

I'll call for police back-up.
Yep.

Police back up. We've got urgent...
You wanna tell me what happened?

Okay, come on.
Can you at least tell me your name?

Uh, Nicole.

I know you.

Fullers Road. I was in
a car accident. Do you remember?

Yeah, I do now.

CRASH!

We won't let him
hurt you. Come on.

How pregnant are you?

Six and a half months.

CRASH!

Cops are on the way.

You have to help me.
Please, I've gotta get out of here.

Alright. Come on.
We'll get you to hospital.

Hello, ladies. What's going on?

Nothing much.
Just helping out Nicole here.

Come on, Daz.

I just want to see
what's going on.

Now, listen, soldier.

Why don't you go back inside.
Let us handle this.

No, I don't think so.
Come on. Just back off.

KNIFE FLICKS OPEN
Why don't you back off?

You don't want to do that, mate.
SIRENS

Daz! The coppers.

I'm not deaf, you moron.

The cops are here!
Shut up, Greg.

You'll keep.

So will you.

Come on, Greg.
Let's move it.

Jess, you're in Triage today.

Nelson, our Resus patient
is due in ICU and he needs an escort.

Okay, got it.

Von.

You're in Sub-Acute.

Oh, better get a move on, then.

Welcome back.

That was a bit cold.

What was, me?

No. Deanna.
She could've been a bit nicer to Von.

Oh, the last thing Von wants
is us tiptoeing around her, Jess.

Her niece has just been murdered,
Dan. We can't just ignore it.

And what can we say
that'll make any difference?

I don't know. Something.

Look, Von knows we're here
for her if she needs us, so...

Doesn't she?

Any idea where your boyfriend and
his mate might have gone, Nicole?

No.

You sure about that?

Yes.

So what was the fight about?

BP's normal.

Look, Nicole.

I know you're trying to protect him,
but father of your baby or not...

He's not my baby's father.

Okay, maybe you'll remember more
once you get back to hospital.

Come on.

If I ran a check, most of this stuff
would come back as stolen goods.

Think he's got a record?

Break and Enters.
Resisting arrest.

Assault. Possession.

You right?
Yeah, thanks.

Okay.

SIRENS WAIL

Hi, I'm Dr Beaumont.
You've been before, right?

Uh, yeah, I was in a car accident.
You looked after me.

Multiple bruising. Laceration.
Tender left forearm.

Alleged victim
of domestic abuse by de facto.

My baby.
I need to know he's okay.

Having a boy?
Yeah.

Nil LOC. Nil PV loss. BP 120/70.
Nil analgesia required.

Nicole, can you slide across
to this bed for me?

Now, Nicole reported
being kicked and punched.

She doesn't recall
being hit in the abdomen.

That's alright.
Just take your time.

978, we're clear.

Look after yourself, Nicole.

Boyfriend did a runner
at the scene.

Police are still
trying to locate him.

Thanks.

Okay, we're going to need
to get this gown on you, Nicole.

I need to know how my baby is.

It's alright. We'll find out.
Don't worry.

I'll organise a doctor. If you could
notify Maternity, please, Cate.

She'll need an obstetrics review.

Sure. Do you need
a hand to get this on?

I'm okay.

Is there anyone
I can call for you?

Ah, no.

Alright, we won't be long,
okay, Nicole?

You're safe here.

What kind of guy beats up
his pregnant girlfriend?

I don't know, but he's
not the baby's father.

Maybe that's got
something to do with it.

What do you mean?

Nicole was a driver
in a pretty nasty MVA

and the baby's father died
in the same accident.

Oh, God.

She's just a kid.

You know, might be an idea
to get Von on board for this one,

because she took care of Nicole
last time she was here.

Alright.
Thanks, Cate.

Let's give her some paracetamol PR
for the temperature

and take some blood cultures.

She's... she's probably about tenth
on the list for surgery today.

Don't suppose you want
to tell her that?

Ah, I'm sorry, mate.
That's up to you.

Hey, you gonna
do that all day?

Do what?

Watch him like a hawk?

That depends entirely
on whether he's willing or able

to tell me how the grog
got in his bag?

Charlotte thought
you should look after her.

Why?

Well, you nursed her before
and she's in a bit of a mess.

So a familiar face might be good.

Thanks, Von.

Can I get you anything, Von?
Hey?

First day back on day shift
and all that.

I just that maybe you needed...

Well, Nicole, your little boy
has a strong foetal heartbeat.

Hi, Von.

Hello, Nicole.

Okay, we're organising an
obstetrics review and an ultrasound

and I'll get a midwife
to do a foetal heart tracing.

But I thought you said
he was alright?

It's alright. It's just a
precautionary measure, Nicole.

There's nothing to worry about.

It's just I had really bad morning
sickness in the first few months

and a bit of bleeding.

They thought I might lose him.

And were you
having regular check-ups?

At St Angela's.

Okay, we'll we chase up
those records for you.

And in the meantime, I will order you
an X-ray for your face and arm.

These bruises here,
they look a couple of weeks old.

I just need to know my baby's okay.
That's all that matters.

And that's exactly
what we're doing.

Von, she'll need bloods
and neuro obs for four hours.

You think I'm stupid, don't you?

I really don't know
what to think.

Greg McMillan. Age 22.

Fell approximately 2.5m
from a wire security fence

during a police pursuit on foot.

Sub-Acute six, thanks.

This thing here is bloody brilliant.
Do you want some?

No, thanks.
Did he lose consciousness?

No. Swollen left ankle
with bruising evident.

Deep laceration to right forearm.
Abdo-contusion and tenderness.

He was winded at the scene.

Given Methoxy whistle
for pain relief, with effect.

GCS 15. BP 120/70.
And pulse 70.

Ah, you paged me?

Hey, man. How are you doing?

If you can get onto the bed,
thanks, Greg?

He fell into a pile
of building rubble.

Thought a surgical consult
was warranted.

Right. Good.

CATE: I'll get another
BP reading done.

Hey, have you guys
got any apple sauce?

Sorry?

Goes well with pork,
doesn't it?

Gregory McMillan?

Like to have a bit of a chat
with you, mate.

What are you following me
around for?

Bit of a short memory there, Greg.

You're mate pulled a knife on us
this morning, remember?

Can't you take a joke,
or are you a bloody drama queen?

Pulling a knife on an ambulance
officer is a serious offence.

Pulling a knife on anyone is.

Hey. You're a public servant.
And I'm a taxpayer.

That means I pay your wages.
That makes me your boss, doesn't it?

Listen, Greg. Let's save the chatter
till after we sort you out, okay?

Thanks, guys.

Thought of a name
for him yet?

Cameron. Like his father.

It's a good name.

Strong.

Looks good.

So he's really alright?

Ready for Radiology?

Yes, we are, Von.

So, Nicole, I guess
I'll see you when you get back.

Okay.

Okay. Get you in the chair.

Just swing your legs down for me.

Oh, this social worker,
she'll be down shortly

to talk to you
about your options.

Thank you.

You're most welcome.

I'll see you later.

Can I, um... get you
a cup of tea, Von?

Why?

I don't know?
Thought you might like one.

No. Thank you.

There is a bedpan
in Sub-Acute five

if you're looking
for something to do?

Okay, well, I can do that.

I was joking, Dan.

No, I can do it.

No, you get me
that cup of tea instead.

(clicks fingers) Deal.

Hey.

What are you doing?

I'm being supportive.

By offering to empty a bedpan?

Yeah.

You know what, Frank?
Why don't you just spit it out?

You gonna keep this up
all day?

That depends on the outcome
of this conversation.

I need to know
about this bottle of booze.

I can't pretend
I haven't seen it.

I've got work to do.

No, you don't.
Not until we sort this out.

Nelson, if you're in trouble,
let's deal with it.

Nobody's going to blame you
after all you've been through.

Curtis!

I have a responsibility
to this department and so do you.

Well, you know what you
can do with your department, Frank?

You can shove it, mate.

Go to hell while you're at it.

Hey. What's going on?

What happened?

You're all waiting for me to
crawl inside the bottle, aren't you?

That's all you've been thinking.
Hey! Hey, hey!

No, we haven't been
thinking that at all.

You know what? Don't get me wrong,
okay? I've thought about it.

More than once. But I've
not touched a drop, not one.

Well, did you tell that to Frank?

What's the point?
He's already hung me.

Mate, come on. Come inside.
We'll sort it out now.

What really kills me
is I thought he knew me better.

Nicole!

He a friend of yours?

No.

Well, I got your medical records
from St Angela's.

You had a pretty rough time of it
in your first trimester, didn't you?

Lost my job because of it.

Boss said something about
the laws changing.

Said he didn't need
a reason to sack me.

So that's what he did.

When did you meet
your new boyfriend?

Darren?

Not long after that.

It was good at first.

Until I started to show.

He doesn't want you
to have the baby?

He's jealous of Cameron.
Makes him crazy sometimes.

Can you believe it?
Jealous of a dead guy.

Well, if he felt that way,
why didn't you leave him?

I had nowhere else to go.
I lost my flat when I lost my job.

I had no money,
nowhere to live.

Couldn't stay with friends?

After the accident when Cameron died,
they all blamed me.

What about Cameron's parents?
Them most of all.

Look, you wouldn't understand.

Nicole, we understand that you can't
stay in an abusive relationship.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, I know.

You okay?

Yep.

Dr Campion...

..I realise how difficult
the last couple weeks have been

but I have to ask...

..why was Nelson
even at work today?

Because he deserves
the benefit of the doubt.

Especially after
all he's been through.

Yeah, but a nurse
found drinking on duty

is grounds for instant dismissal,
no matter what the circumstances.

Yes. I know that, Deanna.

Look, Dr Campion,

I have stepped back
from this situation

because you know him
a lot better than I do.

Yes, I do.

I have no proof
he was drinking

whether on duty or otherwise.

I don't even know
the bottle was his.

With all due respect,
whose else would it be?

Look, no-one wants to believe
this is true, Dr Campion,

but the fact is
Nelson is a recovering alcoholic...

..who lost his fiancee
on their wedding day

under the most horrific
of circumstances.

I know, Deanna,
I was there.

So, that leaves us
with only two options.

Either the alcohol was his,

or someone put it there
as some sort of cruel joke.

Now, which of the scenarios
seems the most likely to you?

I'm sorry, but I have no choice
but to make this official.

Particularly after
his behaviour this morning.

Look, just hold off
for a while, will you, please?

If I can't get through to him,
I'll write the report myself.

Simple radial fracture.

I'll set up for the backslab.

Any idea when
I can talk to Nicole?

I'll see if she's up to it.

Great.
Von!

Here you go.

Look, why don't you take a break.
I can cover for you if you want?

Do you remember when
Nicole was here last time?

Yeah, yeah.

I chased her boyfriend's father
to the pub.

Ended up on the receiving end

of one of Nelson's speeches
about responsibility.

Well, what was the story
between her and the boy's parents.

Well, the mum was trying to keep
the relationship secret

from her husband.

He wasn't too impressed
when he found out about it either,

especially seeing as how his son
had just died and all.

Why?
Nothing.

JACK: Vincent's on his way.

I'm sure you can handle this
on your own, Dr Quade.

Yeah, I think.

If everybody had
that kind of faith in me,

my life would be a lot easier.

Oh, yeah, be warned -

Vincent was on call last night
and there was an emergency.

So he's not happy.

Yeah, about as happy
as anyone who's been awake

for 24 hours straight can be.

Thanks for the heads up.

You have to
take them off, Greg.

Not gonna happen.

Why isn't he in a gown?

Because he won't
take his clothes off.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with me down there, is there?

Yeah, your ankle is injured.

If it wasn't for my good luck jeans,
who knows what could happen.

If I took 'em off now,
there could be a disaster.

Listen, Greg, this is Dr Hughes.
He's just going to look at you, okay?

There's a lot of you blokes,
isn't there?

Why isn't the patient gowned?

I'm not wearing my best undies
today, Doc. Know what I'm saying?

Okay, I need to look
at your abdomen.

Yeah, well, go easy,
it's bloody sore.

Do you have any idea
how far you might've fallen?

Ah, about 2m, I reckon.

Are you hurting anywhere else?

Yeah.

Be a bit more specific than that,
please.

Well, I feel like crap.
Is that specific enough for you?

Actually, it's not.

His obs are stable, Vincent.

That arm's going to need
thorough irrigation and a suture.

Yeah, I'm onto that one.

It'll be good practice for you.
Great.

Have any idea when your
last tetanus injection was?

Nuh.

Alright, let's chart him up
for a tet-tox booster,

some prophylactic antibiotics
for the laceration.

Already done.

I think you're lucky, buddy.

You don't seem to have any
internal bleeding of the abdomen.

I'll take care of this, Cate.

Can you help cover
some of Nelson's patients?

Sure.

She wants you
all to herself, mate.

You're in.

Well, the good news is
there are no facial fractures.

But you have broken that arm,
so we'll backslab it for you

and organise a follow-up appointment
at the fractures clinic.

And I'll have to
stay overnight, right.

Just to make sure
everything's okay.

Sweetheart, there is no medical
reason for me to keep you overnight.

But because you've suffered
a blow to the head,

you'll need to stay at least
a few more hours for observation.

Then what?
Where do I go after that?

That's what the social worker's
coming down to talk to you about.

We'll make sure that you're
looked after. I promise, Nicole.

Now, I'm sorry,

but the police would like
a statement when you feel up to it.

You don't have to do that now
if you don't want to.

Go really gently on her.
She's been through hell.

And Von will be staying.

I don't wanna press charges
against Darren.

I just want him
out of my life.

It isn't that simple, Nicole.

We know your de facto's got
quite a little enterprise going.

Whatever he's been doing,
it's got nothing to do with me.

You're telling me you lived there and
didn't know Darren was a drug dealer?

No, I'm telling you
I had nothing to do with it.

So, all that new gear
for the baby,

where did the money come from
to buy all that?

I don't know. It's got nothing
to do with me anymore, okay?

I'm not going back there,
not ever.

I think that's enough.

Are you right?
Just lean back for me.

Come on.

I didn't know, Von.

I swear I didn't know
he was into drugs when I moved in.

Don't you worry
about that now.

How can I help you?

I need to see my sister.
She came in this morning.

Okay, what's her name?

Nicole. Nicole Higgins.
Her boyfriend beat her up.

I really need to see her,
make sure she's okay.

Okay, if you just want to come
through to the Triage door,

I'll buzz you in.

Come through.

So, is she okay?

Yeah.

And the baby?

Yeah, they're both stable.

How is she?

Sick, scared.

She got herself into
a bad situation with that bloke?

Yes, she has.

You're not exactly helping.

"Abusive boyfriend" versus
"accessory to dealing" charge.

I still have to complete
my interview when she's ready.

Yeah, when she's ready.

I guess I'll try again
with Greg, then.

Do that.

Von?

Nelson still won't answer
his bloody phone.

Maybe I should
just go down there.

Leave him alone.

Listen, when you've
got a moment...

Do I look like as though
I've got a moment?

How'd you get in here?

I'm taking you home.

No, I need to stay here.

I'll tell you what you need.
Get up.

I'm not going anywhere
with you, Darren.

Really? What are you
gonna do without me?

How are you gonna feed that brat?
Where are you gonna get the cash?

Not from you.

Come on, sis. Lie down before
the doctor has a go at ya.

Hi, I'm Von.

I'm taking care of Nicole.

Ed, her brother.

Thanks for looking after her.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

So the kid's okay?

Yes.

Listen, this place can't be good
for Nic and the little fella,

they could catch a bug or something.

Is she right to go home?

We'll need to get the doctor
to organise the discharge papers

you'll have to sign.

Nice one.

Thanks.

We can get you home safe and sound.

SAUNDERS: This guy's
got a history of violence.

We need to proceed
with extreme caution.

Was he carrying anything that
might have looked like a weapon?

JESS: I don't know.
I don't think so.

He had a knife this morning
so we assume he's still got it.

Bloody marvellous.

Our first priority is
to ensure Nicole's safety.

The only way
is to get him out of there

without him realising
we're onto him.

Well, I told him that he'd
have to sign some release forms

before she could be discharged.

That's what he's waiting on.
I'll try and get him out.

You will not.

Well, I'm a nurse.

You're not
a bloody guardian angel.

Oh, well, I'm doing it.

How you feeling?

Okay, I guess.

Right, we need to get you out
of that gown so you can go home.

And while we're doing that, you
might like to step out to the desk

and sign the discharge papers.

I don't wanna leave Nic by herself.

Oh, she'll be alright.
Made of tough stuff.

Bring the forms in here.

Well, it's easier
if I get her changed...

She's ready to leave now.
Come on!

Darren, no! Don't!

You piece of shit. You ever
touch her again and I'll kill you.

No!

SAUNDERS: Hold it. Put your
hands where we can see them.

Get out of the way!

Hands behind your back, mate.

LORRAINE: Give it up, Darren.
There's no point!

Put your head down and
hands behind your back!

Get off me!
Get your hands off me!

Anything you do say
may be used in evidence.

Do you understand that?

This isn't over, Nicole.
I'd shut up if I were you.

You!
I know, Darren, I know. I'll keep.

I should have killed that little
bastard while I had the chance.

Let it die in hell with its father.

It's alright, alright.
He won't hurt you now.

Will you go see
if Nicole's okay for me?

No, I can't.

Go on, just lie back.

I'm just going to strap this ankle
now we know it's not broken.

I don't care about my ankle.

I just wanna know if he hurt her.

Why?

Because I dig her.

Don't look at me
like that. I do.

She's gold.

If you cared about her so much,

why didn't you stop her boyfriend
beating the crap out of her?

I tried.

You know, but Daz would have
beaten the crap out of me instead.

(moans)

Would you just check on her, please.

Can you keep still?

Here you go.

This will be nice and warm,
might make you feel a bit better.

You must think I'm an idiot

for getting involved
with someone like Darren.

Well, he said he'd
look after you, right?

I didn't know where
he was getting his money from.

Well, not at first, anyway.

And when you
finally worked it out?

It was about the time
he started hitting me.

Oh, don't look at me
like that, Von.

I couldn't stop him
selling the drugs - I tried.

The only way I was gonna
get out of there was if I had money

so I started taking his.

And you never once thought

of telling Cameron's parents
about the baby,

asking for their help,

instead of pretending
there wasn't a problem?

Don't you think they've got a right
to know about their grandson?

Well, they don't care
about me.

Well, if they knew about the baby,
they might think differently.

It'd be different.

No. They didn't even
look at me at the funeral.

Oh, I see.

They hurt you so you're gonna
hurt them right back, hmm?

Listen...

..they've lost
their only son.

I think they've
been hurt enough.

You can't just phone them
out of the blue, Von.

I mean, what if Cameron's parents
don't wanna see her?

Nicole's prepared for that.

But are you?
What are you gonna say to them?

I'll ask them
to come and see her.

And do you tell them
over the phone that their dead son

is about to become a father?

No, that's not my business,
Charlotte.

How is she?
Still shaky.

You sure you know
what you're doing?

She needs help.
I'm gonna get it for her.

Will you keep
an eye on her, please?

Sure.

Make sure you talk to Mrs Miller
and not her husband.

Nicole.

DAN: Hey.
You okay?

Hey.

I can get rid of him
if you want.

No, it's okay.

What do you want, Greg?

I just wanted...

I wanted you to know
that I'm here for you, Nic.

Hey, we're mates, right?

I mean, we've had some
good times, haven't we?

Just go away, Greg.

Come on, give a guy a break.

Hey, uh,
maybe when we get out of here

we can, you know,
go somewhere.

Remember that time
we talked about going up north.

Come on, mate.
Time to get back to bed.

What do you say, Nic?

No.

Oh, man.
Come on.

I'm just making sure
Nicole's alright.

I know.

Oh, shit.

JACK: Greg, what's up?
You okay?

GREG: I'm dizzy.

DAN: I'll get a wheelchair.

Just relax.

I can't breathe.

Greg, do you have a history
of asthma or panic attacks?

It feels weird, like I... like
I just had a bucket bong or...

Okay, just try to relax.
Head spinning.

Sorry.

And take a seat.

Up you go.

Oh, this is not good, man. Not good!

Okay, we're gonna
get him into Resus.

We'll put a monitor on him.

Can you organise a portable
chest X-ray, we'll do an ECG,

and can you page Vincent?

It's karma, isn't it?

Nup, mate, it's not karma.

What's happened?

He's become dyspnoeic, tachycardic
and has some chest discomfort.

Get the bloody jeans off him.

Blood pressure's dropped.
It's only 90/50 and his GCS...

Mate, can you hear me?

Jack, what's that?

Puncture site.

Greg, did you
get jabbed in the chest?

Apparently he landed on
some building material, Vincent.

It's tiny.
Anyone could've missed it.

Well, I probably
shouldn't have missed it.

Damn right
you shouldn't have.

There's a pericardial collection.
He's tamponading.

Greg, are you with us?

Set up for a pericardiocentesis.

Uh, Vincent.
What, what?

Jack, we've gotta relieve the
pressure from around his heart.

I don't know
what else to try.

Von doesn't seem
the least bit interested

in anything I'm doing, so...

Maybe the fact
that you tried is enough.

Excuse me?

Hi. Can I help you?

Mrs Miller, come on through.

I'm Dan.
Uh, we've met before.

Yes, I remember. My husband
almost put you through a wall.

Yeah. How is he?

No idea.
He left me a few months ago.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

Someone called Von rang.
She said Nicole was here.

Yeah, she is.

What's happened to her?

Um, come with me.
Von can explain it to you.

She...
Are you alright?

I'm sorry.

I didn't realise it would
be so hard to come back here.

The sounds, the smell.

All I can think of is...

..is my son lying in that little
room you put him in when he died.

Can I get you anything?

Come and sit down Mrs Miller.

It's okay.

Ah, can you... I'll get Von.

It's okay, just breathe.

VINCENT: I can't aspirate any blood.

BP is still dropping.

There must be a clot
in the pericardium.

Set up a surgical tray please.

DEANNA: Got it.

Why don't we just take him
to Theatre?

No time.

Alright, let me think.

Vincent?

We need to do a sub-xiphoid
pericardial window.

Have you done one of those before?

He's done one similar.

How similar?

That's a good question.
Jack!

Set up the thoracotomy tray,

get someone from cardio-thoracics
on the phone

to talk me through the procedure.

Just do it.

JACK: He says to incise
down to the linea alba.

Yep, already done that.
What's next?

What next?

You need to dissect the space
behind the lower sternum

to separate the anterior diaphragm.

How's he doing, Cate?

Still hypotensive, 70/40.

Okay, run those fluids through.

Retract here, please.

Vincent, are you ready?

Yeah, go on.

Heart rate's 120.

Okay, right, to reveal
the pericardium you need to...

..um, bluntly divide the fatty tissue

and the retrosternal attachments
of the diaphragm,

and you need to do that
beneath the angle of the xiphoid

and the left costal margin.

Suction here, please.

Um, if it's blue...

..there's underlying blood,
I know.

It's blue.

Okay, grasp the pericardium
with forceps, and incise.

That should relieve the pressure.

That's done it.

What's the drainage?

Moderate.

Moderate.

Okay.

You need to gently explore the
pericardial space with your finger.

Remove any excess fluid or clots.

BP's improving - it's 100/70.

Yeah, looks like it's got it.

Let him know
I'm inserting a drain

and we'll take him up to Theatre.

Did you hear that?

Yeah, great. Thanks for your help.

Vincent, he'll be scrubbed and ready
to take over once you get up there.

Congratulations
Dr Hughes, Dr Quade.

Don't go anywhere, Jack,
I need a word once I'm done.

Sure.

Thanks for coming,
I know this is difficult.

Yes, it is.

Why does she want to see me?

Just here.

Mrs Miller.

Hello, Nicole.

What happened to you?

It's not as bad as it really looks.

What's this?

I told you,
she doesn't want to know.

Why didn't you tell me
she's pregnant?

Cameron and I
wanted to tell you when we...

It's Cameron's baby?

Oh, oh, no...

I've gotta get out of here.

Mrs Miller, um... Dan.

Mrs Miller...

You should've told me first.

I'm sorry, I wasn't
in a position to do that.

You tricked me into coming.
That was not my intention.

I called you
because Nicole needs help.

She's not my problem.

Look, I thought you had a right
to know about your grandchild.

How do I know it is my grandchild?
How do you know it?

Well, Nicole was pregnant
at the time of the accident.

That doesn't mean anything.

She could've slept with someone
else, someone other than Cameron.

You don't really believe that.

Well, then why
didn't she tell us?

She didn't feel it was right
at the time.

And this is?

Look, you should be asking Nicole
these questions, not me.

Okay.

Seeing that you're the one
who's stuck her nose in here,

I think you owe me
a few explanations, don't you?

You're a top bloke.
I mean that.

Mate, you're too kind.

Bit disappointed, though.

Disappointed?
You nearly died there.

I didn't get to see the white light,
or any of my dead mates or anything.

What a rip off.

Greg, this wouldn't happen
to be yours, would it?

Just go.

So... you wanna explain to me
how you missed the puncture site?

He was a difficult patient,
Vincent.

He refused to get into a gown,
and now we know why.

That's your excuse -
the patient wouldn't get changed?

No, I'm not making an excuse,

I'm trying to explain to you
what happened.

He'd been carrying on
the whole time he was here.

So you had
an uncooperative patient, Jack.

Isn't that
all the more reason

why you should have done
a thorough initial assessment.

Look, there was no index
of suspicion for the diagnosis

and a tamponade would not have been
evident on initial assessment anyway.

But the fact remains that
you missed the puncture site.

If you had found it, I would've
hoped you'd suspect a tamponade,

or some other underlying injury.

Yeah, I would've.

Look, Jack, you're my eyes and ears
down here now.

I need to be able
to depend on you.

You can't be making mistakes
like that, do you understand?

Sorry. It won't happen again.

Yeah, it better not.

Are you okay?

(softly) Yeah.

I got you a bed on a ward, Nicole,
just for tonight.

Thank you.

The social worker said

they'd find me a place to stay
until I get back on my feet.

That's great news.

It'll give you a chance
to work out what to do.

I thought you'd gone.

So did I.

I'm so sorry.

I know I should have told you.

(cries)

It doesn't matter now.

JACK: Hey.

You reckon people
who worked in a hospital

would be a little more careful
about this sort of stuff.

Yeah, penicillin experiment,
maybe?

Maybe just, um, lazy.

Might go hit the canteen, see
what salmonella they're serving up.

Here.

Uh, thanks, life saver.

Nah.

That I leave for people like you.

Jack?

I shouldn't have missed
that puncture site, Deanna.

That guy almost died
because I did.

What is it they say it takes
to make a good surgeon?

A lion's heart, an eagle's eye
and a maiden's hand.

Okay, well, my eagle eyes
certainly failed me today.

Alright, let's have a look
at your lady's hands.

Mmm, soft, but not too soft.

Okay, well, what about
my lion's heart, then?

That's just a different matter
altogether.

I don't get involved
with people I work with.

Sorry.

Mmm. No, I'm the one who's sorry.

Or maybe I'm... just disappointed.

SOUND OF PHONE RINGING

How's it going out there?

I've locked the drugs in the safe.
The cops are coming to pick them up.

Good, good.

Have you heard from Nelson
since he left here?

Look, Frank...

Cate, I appreciate your loyalty,
I really do, but...

Have you ever seen Nelson
when he's drinking?

I wouldn't know.

Then you haven't.

You're trying to tell me

an alcoholic can't disguise
the fact that he's drinking?

You can't be that naive.

I'm not, but I know Nelson.

Trust me, if he was drinking,
we'd know about it.

He wears it like a neon sign.

That doesn't mean
he's not in trouble.

None of us are good for him

if we assume he's sober
just because we want him to be.

I'm not assuming anything.

Oh, ganging up on me now, are we?

No, I'm just curious to know what
you're planning on doing next.

I'm kicking you two
out of my office

and then I'm going
to try ringing Nelson again,

if that's alright with you?

And say what?

Look, let's get
one thing straight here.

I don't care how many times
you tell me I'm wrong.

Until Nelson looks me in the eye
himself and says it,

I don't care.

Von, I've been meaning
to catch up with you all day.

How are you feeling?

Fine, thank you.

You haven't heard from Nelson today,
have you?

It's just I don't know
what to do.

I suppose
I should hire an agency nurse

to cover his shift
for the week.

Must be hard for you,
seeing him like this.

Hmm. He's had
such a rough time of it.

You both have.

Don't you worry about Nelson.

He's told Frank to shove this place
many times before.

He always comes back.

Really?

Mmm.

Well, that's good.

Well, if I can do anything for you.

What could you do?

Oh!

I have wonderful support
from my friends.

Talking of which... Dan!
Yeah.

Doing anything after work?

Oh, no, nothing.

Oh, good. It's a date.

Von and I have been great mates...
for years now.

I didn't know what you wanted,
so I just got everything -

fish, calamari, scallops.

Beer.

I know what you're doing, Dan.

I do appreciate it,
but I'm fine. Really.

Yeah, I know. It's just...

And just to set things straight,

if you're thinking of buying me
a puppy or a goldfish,

don't.

Gotcha. No pets.

Come on, eat up.
You're too thin.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hi.

I hope you don't mind me
calling in like this.

I'm probably the last person
you expected to see today.

It's fine.

I just feel terrible
about what's happened.

Why?

You know, to be honest, I feel like
I've gained from your misfortune.

How, exactly?

Well, you know,

with Frank wanting me to stay on
as NUM for a few more weeks.

You can keep the job
for as long as you like. I quit.

Are you sure about that?

Because if you are,
I'd love to stay on in the position.

I'm sure.

This is about
the drinking accusation, right?

Sorry, it's just that
Von and I have been talking...

You were talking to Von
about me?

Yeah.

Well, you know,
she's concerned about you.

Is she?

Of course she is.

It's not easy for her
seeing you like this.

Von should worry
about herself, not me.

Right,
I'd better leave you to it.

Hey, um, look, I'm sorry.

Um, do you wanna stay
and have a coffee or something?

Are you sure?

If you'd prefer to be alone
I completely understand.

No. I wouldn't.