All language subtitles for All.Saints.S09E10 - Just Desserts.en

DEANNA: It's like they all blame me.

JACK: What do you mean?
No-one blames you.

They all stare at me
like I'm some kind of murderer.

No-one actually believes

that you caused Frank's
heart attack.

Oh, damn!

Doesn't look like
there's any damage to the car.

I'll see if they need a hand.

Want me to come?

No. It's fine.

Hey, do you need any help?

LORRAINE: Oh, Jack. Yeah, thanks.

MAN: Arggh!

This is Robert Symonds.

You know my partner, Kyle.

I should have just let him
have the car.

Robert, I'm Dr Quade.
I'm from All Saints Hospital.

Tell me what happened.

Help me.
I need you to leave it on.

A guy waved him down.
Turned out to be a car-jacker.

Started to drag him from the car.

When he resisted, he slashed him
with a long-bladed knife.

Did he manage to fight him off?

He slumped back in the seat
in shock.

Car-jacker panicked when he realised
what he'd done, and bolted.

I'll look at the injury.

Don't touch, don't touch.
Mate, don't touch that.

Need to keep it moist.

We've got a cannula in,
normal saline running.

BP 100/70, pulse 110, resps 34.

Suck on the whistle, Robert.
It will help with the pain.

Slow, deep breaths. That's it.

I think we might give him something
more substantial than that.

Start with 5mg of morphine?
Yep.

We're just about to call
for backup.

Didn't want to move him on our own.
Police are on their way.

Robert, I'm just going to
have a look at you, alright?

The guy didn't even warn me.

Yep.

He just went crazy!

Alright, mate.
Just, um... just take it easy, okay?

We didn't want to muck around with
anything else except the dressings.

DEANNA: Just going to give you
some morphine for the pain.

I've gotta get out!

We'll get you out, alright?

I just need you to
keep your legs flexed up.

SIREN WAILS
That's it. That's the way. Good.

I'm going to die, aren't I?

No, mate. You're not.

I'm really sorry about this.

The Nursing Unit Manager's
normally in by now.

It's okay.

I'm sure I'll find something
to keep me busy till she arrives.

Guys, this is Erica Templeton.
She's starting today.

Erica, Dan and Cate.
Hi.

Welcome aboard.

I would have come earlier,
but you know what Admin's like.

It takes forever to get ID
and stuff sorted.

I wanted a uniform that matched
my eye colour.

That went well.

Look, don't take it personally.

You're actually replacing
a really good friend of his, so...

Let's get you a locker organised
so you can dump your things.

Why don't I just take a look around,
soak up the atmosphere,

while I wait for the boss.

Sure.

If you hear me yelling,
it means I got lost.

Morning.

Who's that?

Ah, new nurse, Erica Templeton.

A nurse with a smile on her face.

Hmm. Wonder how long that'll last.

Is Dan going to be okay?

Yeah.

And considering Deanna hasn't shown
her face, maybe we all will be.

You're still not blaming her
for Frank's heart attack?

You're not?

Come on, Nelson.

She's been trouble
since she got here.

Jess has left. Von's in Admin.

All I know is, Deanna bought
me time to get myself together.

I owe her that.

Not so sure Frank would agree.

So, what would you be calling
this, then?

Those odd-shaped things in the bowl,
I call them fruit.

Fruit? It's a whole bloody orchard.

One slice.

Special treat.

Lucky me.

Have you got butter?
No, you can't have butter.

Oh, come on. I can't eat dry toast.

You've never even tried.

Can I have an egg?
A poached one would do.

Sorry.

Oh, come on, Evie.

I've had eggs and bacon for breakfast
the whole of my life.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'll get it. Enjoy.

I don't suppose
I can have some coffee?

Yep. Black, no sugar.

WOMAN: Where is he?

He isn't even dressed.

Do you mind not talking about me
in the third person

when I'm sitting in front of you?

Your doctor's appointment
is in less than an hour.

I know. Having a heart attack doesn't
prevent me from telling the time.

Where's Kathleen?
At work.

You left her there by herself so
you could come and nag me, did you?

Think of your blood pressure.

I am. It skyrocketed
the moment I heard your voice.

I'm going to have a shower.
Don't be here when I get back.

Have fun getting him to eat that.

What are you doing here, Alison?

Frank's the father of my daughter.
I'm around here a lot.

He's sick and I'm a doctor.

I think that qualifies me

as the best person
to look after him, don't you?

Really?

As I recall, you failed
medical school, didn't you, Evie?

JACK: Robert, just try and relax,
mate. We're almost done.

Right. Cannula's in.

Morphine, another 5mg.
Going in now.

That should knock the pain
on the head,

then we'll transfer you
to the ambulance.

I need to call my mum.
She needs to get to St Angela's.

What's the matter? Is she sick?

She's on chemo
for her throat cancer.

She'll be in a panic.
She'll be wondering where I am.

Okay. I'll make sure
that someone knows what's happened.

I'll talk to the cops,
see if they can help us.

Rob, just try and relax for me.

LORRAINE: What's the plan?

We'll let the morphine kick in,
and transfer him to the ambulance.

Easier said than done.

It'll be tricky getting him on the
spine board and then the trolley.

His instincts will be to stand up.

If he does that,

we're going to end up with abdominal
contents all over the ground.

The cops will help us get
Mrs Symonds to St Angela's.

Can you let Robert know?
Yep.

Lorraine, I'll just make
a phone call before we do this.

Yep.

Okay. I followed the bread crumbs
back here.

So, what next?

I'll run you through the patients,
if you like.

Sounds good.
Vincent Hughes.

Jack, where the hell are you?

Mate, I just stopped
to help some ambos.

A guy was flagged down
by a pedestrian,

turned out to be a car-jacking.

He's got a 15cm gash
across the right lower abdomen.

Dan, can you get Nelson, please?

Sure.

He's got extensive evisceration
of the abdominal contents

and likely internal bleeding.

Is the patient still in the car?
Yeah.

Gravity is the enemy here, Jack,
so whatever you do,

make sure
this guy doesn't stand up.

Okay.
Good.

Mate, we've got
a couple of cannulas in,

we're pushing through
as much fluid as we can.

Any advice
for when we're on the move?

Well, look,
with severe abdominal evisceration,

just keep the wounds moist,
make sure it's covered,

look out for any spillage
from the bowel.

Okay.
Set Resus up.

ERICA: I'll help.

I'll organise some O-neg blood.

Just make sure
that this guy stays horizontal

when you get him out of the car.

Get here as soon as you can.

Thanks, mate.

Alright. Listen - good luck.

Sounds like a difficult extrication.
ETA's less than 10 minutes.

So, a
stabilise-and-get-to-theatre deal?

Yep. Oh, Jack wanted me to let you
know that Deanna's with him.

Listen,
have you seen Charlotte and Sean?

Charlotte had an assignment
that she was working on.

I'll page Sean.

MAN: 138/85.

It's not too bad.

Hardly what I'd call healthy,
though.

I don't think Ray needs your input,
Alison.

I sure as hell don't.

You said you've experienced
chest pains once before?

Yeah. About a year ago.

My daughter was sick -
I was worried about her.

There's nothing in your notes.

Who reviewed you then?

A member of my ED did an ECG
and monitored my blood pressure.

That's outrageous.
Shut up, Alison.

No abnormalities were found.

Alison, why don't we get a coffee?

You had no follow-up?

No. The pain resolved itself.

Label these and get them off
to the lab straightaway.

No problem, Doctor.

Just so you know what the plan is,
Frank,

I'd like to weigh you,
give you a stress test,

and send you to the dietician.

By the time you get through there,

we should have
your blood results back.

If you could
just come over to the scales.

I'll get a coffee.

Alison, will you bugger off?

Dr Newell, please.

Staff member or not,

Frank deserves the same respect
as any other patient,

so, if you don't mind...

Thanks, mate.

You don't get much chance
to settle in here.

It's a hit-the-ground-running
kind of a place.

How's it going?

Ready to rumble, boss.

"Boss." Like the sound of that.

You weren't so keen
when I was actually in charge.

That's not true.

I was just suppressing the love,
Nelson.

Erica, are you going to be okay
with this?

Maybe I should cover the floor.

Bed pans and obs
I'm very cool with.

A man with his stomach hanging out,
not so sure.

Understood.
I'll grab the intubation box.

Any news on Deanna?

Not Deanna Richardson?

Yeah, NUM from hell.

She's the Nursing Unit Manager here?

Yeah. You know her?

Yeah, I know her.

When Lorraine and I lift him up,
Kyle,

you slide
that spine board under,

then go round the passenger side
and help support his legs.

We need to keep him in
a sitting position, knees bent up,

to prevent any further evisceration.

Hang in there, Robert.
We'll have you out in no time.

Everyone else know
what they need to do?

Good.

Robert, listen to me.

While we're getting you out, I need
you to concentrate on your breathing.

Let us do all the work, alright?
Yeah.

Good.

Alright. On three.

Okay. One, two, three.

Go.

Arggh!

Arggh!

Right. Go, go, go, go, go, go.

One more second
and we'll have you out of here.

What the hell?!

Stay still, Robert.

Kyle!

Kyle!

Kyle!

Don't move the car!

Can you feel me touching your foot?

I think so. I'm not sure.

How's the driver doing?

She's in shock. No obvious injuries.

Kyle, move your toes for me, mate.

Circulation doesn't seem
to be compromised.

We'll get you comfortable then
back this car off your leg.

Can you rate the pain for me?

It's bad, but I'm okay.
I can handle it.

Out of 10, Kyle.

8, maybe a 9.

We'll get you something for that.

I'd rather you concentrated
on getting me out.

First things first, soldier.

We'll get morphine, 10mg.

What's happening?

Just waiting for backup,
then we'll get you to hospital.

Morphine 10mg, expires 02/08.

How's your partner?

His leg's crushed between two cars.

Glad to see you guys.

Can one of you help with Kyle and
one help moisten Robert's dressings

so we can transport him?

Hey, man, you're a lifesaver.

I'll get you to help Lorraine
with the support

while I back the car off his leg.

Are you okay, Kyle?
Pain relief kicking in?

Just make sure he's got the bloody
thing in reverse and not drive.

He knows what he's doing.

Arggh!
Hang in there, hang in there.

How bad is it?

Knee's dislocated.

Might be a break as well,

otherwise it seems alright.

Get Robert to the hospital.

Okay, mate.

I'll get Deanna to stay with you.

He'll need a splint on that leg
before he's transported.

Hey. He'll be fine.

See you at All Saints.

Hi.

Does this mean you managed to get
Frank to his appointment?

It wasn't easy.

He's never gonna to find this easy.

He's an experienced doctor.

He should know
how important these things are.

Ah, well, knowing what the right
thing to do is

and putting it into practice,

is not always the same thing.

Fag? No.

Frank right now isn't a physician,
he's a patient.

A stubborn, irritable one.

Oh, well.

Sounds like
he's back to his old self.

Nah.

He's doing
what a lot of coronary patients do.

You know,
jump at every ache and pain.

Have to face their mortality.

You think
he wants you to witness that?

You've got to give him time.

Robert Symonds, 26,
victim of attempted car-jacking.

Deep 15cm slash wound
to right lower quadrant

with abdominal evisceration.

We've got two large-bore cannulas
in.

Hartmann's running. We tried to
stabilise him as much as possible.

BP 95/60, pulse 116.

Given 10mg of IV morphine on site.

Saline-soaked combine dressing

applied to eviscerated
abdominal contents.

Any medical history
I should know about?

No, no known allergies and he's
not taking any regular medication.

Robert, my name's Dr Hughes.

Have you been in a hospital before?
Any operations?

No, nothing. My mum...

Mate, we've arranged to take her
to St Angela's.

He was supposed to take her
to chemo today.

Okay. BP's 88/56.
He's tachy at 120.

Run those fluids through.

Put up another bag of normal saline.

SEAN: Taking a group and hold,
crossmatch, FBC, UEC.

We'll need an abdo
and a chest X-ray.

I'll get that FAST machine.

Robert,
we think you're bleeding internally.

Now, we just need to locate where...

Robert, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

BP's dropped. 82/54.
He's tachy at 134.

SEAN: We need to intubate.

300mg thio. 100mg sux.

IV gelo 500ml, please.

Got it.
Cricoid pressure.

CATE: Hang in there, Robert.

We need to get him to Theatre.

No, no.
We need to stabilise him first.

He'll be permanently stabilised
if we don't find this bleed.

You're doing very well, Frank.

Uh, doctor...

Whatever you're asking, Alison,
is none of your bloody business.

You're not my next of kin.

Are you okay, Frank?
Why don't you slow down a bit.

I've had enough of this. How do you
turn this bloody thing off?

Keep going. You're not showing
any ischaemic changes.

Dr Newell, I won't tell you again.

That's enough. I'm out of here.

What are you doing?

Your ECG reading's
still quite normal, Frank.

There's no need to stop.

Frank, wait.

Don't pander to him. He'll never get
better if you do that.

You have no idea, do you?

Oh, I suppose you do?

Once a bitch, always a bitch.

KNOCK AT DOOR

There you are, Dr Beaumont.

Dr Newell - I wasn't expecting you.

What are you doing?

Just keeping on top
of some of Frank's paperwork.

Very commendable.

But I'm more interested
in some of your own paperwork.

You mean my research project?

Well, with Frank being sick
and all my extra responsibilities...

Trying to tell me
you haven't finished it yet?

It's... it's all but there.

Sorry to interrupt,
but we've got incoming.

Be right there.

Sorry, Dr Newell, I...

I've been more than lenient with you,
Dr Beaumont,

so be very clear about this -

if that document isn't on my desk
first thing tomorrow morning,

then you and I will be having
a very serious conversation

about your suitability
to continue this ED fellowship.

How are you going, Kyle?

I've been better.

Geez, mate.

You're supposed to be pushing
the thing, not laying on it.

When did you join the ambos?

Wrong place, right time.

Hi, Deanna.

What have we got?
We have Acute set up.

Oh, Kyle!

Right leg trapped between two cars.

Obvious deformity to right knee.
Splint applied.

He's had 10mg of morphine
and a methoxy whistle for the pain.

Nurses playing ambos,
ambos playing patients -

who said this place would be dull?

How the hell did this happen?

Driver lost control on the corner,
ran straight into us.

Alright. We'll take good care
of him.

Yeah, I know you will,

but I'm just going
to hang around anyway.

Better out than in.

I'll just get you cleaned up.

When was the last morphine
administered?

About 45 minutes ago.

We'll give you some more pain relief
in a second, Kyle, okay?

Running normal saline.

Any news on Robert yet?

How about this?

I promise to get an update on Robert

if you promise to concentrate
on yourself.

Sound good?
Sounds good.

An updated set of obs
would sound even better.

Not a problem.

Can you feel this?

Nelson,
tell me what you think of this.

Pedal pulse is slightly diminished.

Capillary refill's a bit sluggish
too.

I need an orthopaedic review
and an urgent X-ray.

BP 142/80, pulse 95, resps 22.

Geez. It looks like
you've been hit by a car.

Dan, can you do a drug check?
Sure.

How's the patient in Resus doing?

Shaky.

Infection's going to be
his biggest problem.

He's had his intestines in his lap
the whole morning.

Okay.

Morphine expires 07, October.
Leaves seven.

Check. Morphine expires 07,
leaves five and two - seven.

So, Deanna's turned up, I see.

Did you know that
Erica's worked with her before?

Uh, no, I didn't.

Wasn't too impressed with her
either, I must say -

not that that's surprising.

Have you finished with Dan?

Yep.
Wait for me in my office, please.

He's just upset
about Jessica leaving.

I know.

Nelson, you know what it's like
to have people gossiping about you.

You've had your fair share
of it

over the last couple of months.

I just hope you remember that

before you involve yourself
in rumour and innuendo.

It appears you and I
will be having these conversations

for the rest of our lives.

Why are you so intent
on busting up this team?

Actually,
I'm looking to build the team.

Who ends up being on it
is the million-dollar question.

Hmm, well, obviously not Jessica
or Von.

And yeah, you've already treated
Cate and I

to the my-way-or-nothing ultimatum,

so I guess that means
that our days are numbered too.

So, I'm curious - who exactly
are you looking at keeping?

Because the way I see it,
it only leaves Nelson.

And seeing as how you were the one

banging on the he-was-drinking-
while-he-was-on-duty drum,

I'm just wondering

why he's the only only one of us
that you've left alone.

This conversation is over.

Oh, what? You're hauling me in here
and you're throwing me out?

No, Deanna. It's not over.
Not by a long shot.

And you'd do well to remember, Dan,

that those who cross me
don't tend to last long!

And you'd do well to remember
that right now, Deanna, I don't care.

FRANK: Why the bloody hell
can't she just leave me alone?

She's like bloody haemorrhoids.

Don't close the door in my face.

Don't turn your back on me either.

Oh, for Christ's sake.
Sit down before you fall down.

Sorry. Sorry.

I can understand you being angry.

What happened at the hospital today
was a joke.

But it wasn't my fault, so there's
no reason to take it out on me.

And it's certainly not my fault

you were stupid enough
to marry Alison Newell.

Just so we're clear.

I know how used to being in charge
you are.

And I can imagine how difficult
it must be

having other people
make decisions for you...

..but if having a heart attack won't
give you a wake-up call, what will?

Your body is telling you
it's time to make some changes.

All I want is the opportunity
to help you make them.

I don't want you to drop dead.

I'm done.

So, I'll see you later.

Is this a private party
or can anyone join?

Nope. Be my guest.

This friend of yours that left -
you two were close?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Where do you know Deanna from?

I don't.

Hmm?

Well, not really.

I've been doing agency work
for the past six months

and we've crossed paths a few times.

And?
And nothing.

We all heard your tone before. Give.

I really need to learn to keep
my tones neutral and my mouth shut.

Preferably both.

So?

So, who has she ended up
getting involved with?

Sorry?

Well, she usually finds someone
to back her up,

someone to defend her
to everyone else.

Oh, no.

My God - not you.
What?

No, it wouldn't be you.

She has nothing to gain from
getting involved with a subordinate.

Well, no, it's not me.
It's one of the surgeons.

See? That's more her speed.

Deanna Richardson.
Hmm.

Yeah. She does that to me as well.

Hey, um... welcome aboard.

There you are. Kyle's X-rays.

Oh.

Complete disruption
of the posterior joint capsule.

Posterior knee dislocation.

No wonder the poor guy's in pain.

Well, the diminished pulse

is obviously from
an occluded popliteal artery.

He'll need
an urgent orthopaedic review.

You haven't seen Frank, have you?

No sign of him yet.

He had a cardiologist appointment
this morning.

I thought he'd come down
and check on my management skills.

Yeah, hi.
It's Charlotte Beaumont in the ED.

I requested an orthopaedic review
a little while ago.

I just need to know exactly when
I can expect someone down here.

No, I'll hold.

I think Frank's got bigger things
to worry about.

Besides, you're doing a great job
holding the fort.

Yeah, that's it,
with neurovascular compromise.

Yes, I know earlier reduction
is paramount to restore circulation.

Thank you.

Why do specialists think

they're the only ones
that know what needs to happen?

God complex.

I'm going to get Sean
to double-check that leg.

I talked to Sally.
She'll see you after work.

Who's Sally?
My girlfriend.

Lucky girl.

You didn't scare her, did you?
She freaks out easily.

Give me a bit of credit.

Are you in pain, Kyle?

Some.

Do you want
some more pain relief for that?

No, it's okay.

I don't want to end up
completely off my face.

I'm glad to hear that.

CHARLOTTE: Kyle,
this is Dr Everleigh.

Sean will be just fine.

Can I take a look at your leg?
Yeah. Go for it.

Obs are stable. BP 138/78. Pulse 90.

How long till the orthopods
get here?

I'll call
and get an update.

I just called,
but keep riding them.

Can't hurt.
No.

Thanks.

What is it?
Nothing.

What's wrong?

We just need to stay on top of this,
that's all, Kyle.

Any news on Robert yet?

They reckon he'll be in Theatre
awhile.

Right. We'll be back shortly.

He's right.
Pedal pulse is completely absent.

His leg is compromised.
He needs that knee relocated.

Patient having
an elective hip replacement

has arrested on the table.

Orthopods have their hands full
and can't get down any time soon.

Then we'll have to do the reduction
ourselves.

Hold on.

Have either of you
actually done one of these before?

If we don't,
Kyle could lose that leg.

Need a hand?

Yeah.

Theory's pretty straightforward,

but we'll need some muscle
to make it happen.

Okay?

Alright.
Let's give him some sedation.

5mg midazolam, 5mg morphine.
And get have propofol on stand-by.

Nelson, wait.

You can't undertake this procedure
unsupervised.

It will leave us open to litigation.

Not your call, Deanna.

Then I can't allow
my nurses to be involved.

We'd better let Kyle
know what's happening.

Morphine 5mg, October 07.

I forbid
either of you to take part.

Morphine 5mg, October 07.

Nelson,

if the doctors choose to undertake
this procedure unsupervised,

then let it be their responsibility,
not ours.

And the patient -
Where does he fit into all this?

Hospital protocol
is very clear on this issue.

Well, sometimes
protocols are irrelevant.

What if something happens? We won't
have a legal leg to stand on.

I think Nelson's point here is
that Kyle's leg's what's important.

You have been here five minutes,
Erica.

Don't pretend to know the first thing
about how this place works.

Excuse me.

I'll see you in there, Nelson.

Look, Deanna,
I know this isn't ideal.

I won't take responsibility for this.
You understand?

Then I will.

I hope there's no milk and sugar
in that coffee.

I'm being good, I promise.

I did some shopping.

I can make you something to eat.

No salt, no dressing -
just the way you like it.

I'm sorry, Evie.

So am I.

That little lecture before
wasn't very heart-friendly.

Everything about you
is heart-friendly.

I'm pleased to hear it.

What is it?

Frank, you've got to talk to me.

I'm scared, Evie.

I've never been so bloody scared
in all my life.

Are you okay, Kyle?

You'll feel us
pulling and pushing your leg.

You shouldn't feel any pain
but if you do, yell out.

It's better if you wait outside,
Lorraine.

You can come back when we're done.
Won't be far away.

Don't look so nervous.

These guys have done this
a hundred times - piece of cake.

Okay. Taking the proximal.
Nelson, you take the lower tibia.

Are you ready?

Applying countertraction to Nelson.

Take a deep breath.

Now close your eyes, think of Sally.

On three.

One, two, three.

(yells in pain)

Let it go.

Nelson, more sedation.

Got it.

Take it easy. Stay still, Kyle.

Settle down. You'll be okay.

That's it, relax.

(gasps in pain)

NELSON: Sedation's in.

Come on, Charlotte.
We have to do this.

On three. One, two, three.

You okay there, Kyle?
(Kyle groans)

It'll be over soon.

Relax and let it go.

Let me try!

Lorraine, get out!

Hang in there, Kyle.

We're running out of time.
I know, I know.

Go again?
Yep.

Alright.

On three.

One, two, three.

Come on!

Take it easy.

Concentrate on your breathing, Kyle.
In, out.

That's it. You're doing great.

Check the pulse.

It's done, Kyle. It's over now.

Alright. We have a pulse.

Good capillary return.

We'll need X-rays
to check the alignment.

Continue oxygen while he's under
sedation, and neurovascular obs.

I'll go and get a rigid splint.

Well done, Charlotte.

What are you doing down here?
Someone page you?

What is it? Is Frank alright?

Colin Fennely
has regained consciousness.

When?

Some time during the night.
Police are interviewing him now.

Then they'll come after you
about the assault charge.

What do you think his chances are?

I don't know.

Multi-vessel involvement.

There's still
a fair risk of infection.

I mean, there's a long way to go.

You did good work in there today.

I wonder if anyone's
heard from Frank.

He had a cardiology appointment
this morning.

So, has Deanna said anything to you
about the heart attack?

Like what?

I don't know, Jack, like,

"I feel terrible
for putting Frank through this."

Mate, I know
that you're involved with her,

but you don't seriously think
that Frank harassed her,

sexually or otherwise?

Jack?

Look, I don't know what to think,
alright?

You didn't see her the night
she came out of the office.

She was shaking.

Maybe there was a misunderstanding.

Maybe Frank was blustering on,
the way he does,

and Deanna misread him.

She's a good nurse, Vincent.

It's gotta be tough for her,
moving from job to job.

Yeah.

I guess I wonder why
a nurse as good as she is

has so much trouble keeping a job
in the first place.

Hey. What took you so long?

One call led to another.

And? What did you find out?

That this isn't the first time
Deanna's caused trouble.

Everyone at St Angela's
who's worked with her

had the same reaction
when I mentioned her name.

What?

Well, like, "she's devious",

like, "Watch your back
when you're around her."

It was freaky stuff.

You won't believe what my mate
at Morella Private told me.

When Deanna was working there,
some drugs went missing, didn't they.

They turned up in a nurse's locker.

Weird things
turning up in people's lockers.

Doesn't that sound familiar?
Yeah. It gets better.

The nurse was top candidate for a
position that Deanna had applied for.

There was no way of proving
that it was her

because they couldn't work out
how she got locker access.

How you feeling, champ?

Better, I think.

Have you back in the saddle
in no time.

Can you settle him in the cubicle
for me?

I've got to get these to Charlotte.
She's in the NUM's.

So, what happens now?

Well, hopefully the orthopods
will be down to review him soon.

Will I be going home tonight?

I doubt it, mate.

They'll want to check
on the circulation in that leg

for at least 24 hours.

Well, I better go
and meet your replacement.

Chin up.
I'll be back in to see you tonight.

Any news on Robert yet?

So far so good. He's been to Theatre,
and he's doing okay.

Looking at that, I'd say
we did a bloody marvellous job.

We did an amazing job.

Pedal pulses are intact.

General obs are unremarkable.

I'll give the orthopods a bell.

If they're going to be a while,

I'll admit Kyle to the ward
and they can review him there.

Thank you.

Ah, here.

Kyle's arrived, it's quiet.

Grab a coffee.
You really need to finish that.

Nelson, I just need to proofread it,
okay?

Impressive.

So the reduction went well?

It did.

I'm glad...

..but I think you and I
need to get a few things straight.

You're not in charge anymore.

So, you don't get to
call the shots now. Okay?

Deanna, I still have a few things
to organise with you -

my rosters, a permanent locker maybe.

I'll get the rosters.

The end lockers are empty.

Which key do I use?

The one with the green tag is a
master. It'll open all of them.

You didn't need to set me up
with a bottle of Scotch, Deanna,

to get my job.

I probably would
have given it to you.

You did give it to me, remember?

You even had me questioning myself
there for a while -

maybe the grog was mine,

maybe I'd had
some kind of alcoholic blackout,

didn't remember putting it there.

You need to get out of here.

No. What I need is an explanation.

Right, I probably deserved
the royal treatment, okay?

I've done some things
I'm not particularly proud of.

What I just don't get
is why you stitched up the others?

What the hell did Von and Jess
ever do to you?

You're not making any sense, Nelson.

Maybe you should
take the rest of the day off

before you do something
you'll regret.

I'll probably in jail by the week's
end, so regrets are my last concern!

What's going on?

You stay out of this.
This is not your argument.

I think you just made it
my argument.

Will you listen to me, mate?
Jack, don't.

Get out. Now!

Are you okay?

I think he's lost it. I really do.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

Hey. What's going on?

I'm kicking myself
for being such a bloody idiot.

I walked around for a year
with those keys on me?

Why didn't I
put two and two together?

I don't know
what you're talking about!

Jack - Jack, Deanna was the only one
who had access to my locker

except me.

The only one!
Are you talking about alcohol?

You know how paranoid
you're sounding?

What has Deanna got to gain
by setting you up, Nelson?

My job!

You don't know that.

She came to my house the day I quit.

Gave me some spiel
about how upset she was

that she was gaining
from my misfortune.

And I believed
every single word she said.

I even felt sorry for her.

You don't have any proof
Deanna did anything, Nelson.

No, I don't.

But I do know she's sucked us all
in, mate.

Especially you.

Hey, Jack. What's going on?

Is Nelson alright?
He will be.

I know we all thought he was on top
of things, but this just proves...

Did you set him up?

Is that what he thinks?
Did you?

I need an answer, Deanna.

So, you and I, that was...

What was that?

That was a backup plan
in case things went wrong for you?

No. I love you. That's the truth.

You need to go now.
We can work this out.

No. We can't.

No, I can explain.

You don't know how hard it is to get
where you want to be.

You think I just woke up

with a medical degree under my pillow
one day, Deanna?

You don't cut throats
to get what you want.

You earn it.

Jack, please...

Like I said... you need to go now.

Ah, Deanna, your keys.

Give them to Nelson.
I won't be back tomorrow.

Really? Why?
I just resigned.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

Have a nice life, Deanna.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Ignore it.

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Go away!

I'll get it.

Whoever it is,
tell them to bugger off.

Hi.
Hi.

Thank you.

Good to see you haven't lost
your sense of humour.

A man can't even die in peace.

You're too stubborn to die.

And too irritable to find peace.

What do you want?

Ah...

..Deanna Richardson,
she, um... just resigned.

Now that is the best news
I've had in weeks.

I'll leave you to it.

Anything else?

Look, I know
I shouldn't be bothering you,

but you once said
you could recommend a lawyer.

Mmm.

Colin Fennely made a statement
to the police today.

Strangely, he doesn't remember
a thing about killing Kerry,

but when it comes to
me beating him up...

..well, he seems to have
a full memory on that.

Hmm.

I think I'm in trouble.

Yes, me old buffoon,
I think you might be.