All language subtitles for All.Saints.S09E16 - The Way Of It.en

DAN: Got it. Yep.

Okay.

Cate, MRU callout.

Aye, aye, captain.

Do we know what kind
of head injury?

Penetrating.
Ooh.

Which one of those keys
opens the MRU change room?

Here you go.
Surely we've got more information.

Nope.

Just the location...

..which is Frazer Park

at the picnic area
by the northern entrance.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I know it.

So, you fancy a bit of
neurosurgery in the park, hey, Sean?

Not a lot.

Okay. It's only a reduced team,
but I'll have the others on stand-by.

Don't worry.
We'll tell you if we need back-up.

Who said you wouldn't cope
as Nursing Unit Manager?

Yeah!

Who did say that?

Let me know if there's any change,
will you?

Eugh! Sorry.

Christ!

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Make yourself useful -
go to Triage, take in a patient load.

Really? Thanks.

Bloody idiot.

Hey, give me the keys. I'm driving!
In your dreams.

Everleigh, where are you two going?

Out to play in the park
with the big kids, Frank.

Goldman!
What?

Why wasn't I told
the MRU's been mobilised?

Where's the action plan
I asked for?

No, the thing is, they said...

He's not improving.
It's gotta be a bleed.

I took on this job
as a favour...

Get Quade in here.

..and I don't like being growled at.

Just do it!

Who's waiting to be seen?

It's all in the computer.

Patients are listed
according to their Triage category.

Hello, Professor.
What brings you here?

Can't stay away, Vonnie.

Hello, Professor. You remember me?

Young Bart.
I was hoping you'd still be here.

How are you getting on?

Fine, thanks.
But what brings you back to the ED?

You haven't been sleeping
in that place again, have you?

No, no, no.
I've stayed well clear of it.

I wouldn't risk getting
organosulphite poisoning

a second time.

Organophosphate poisoning.

(coughs) That's the one.

VON: Now, come on through.

Professor, come on.

Right. So, what
are you doing back here?

Well, these last few days
I've been tiring very easily.

I've been feeling weak
and somewhat dizzy.

Might be nothing, of course.

Okay. Just up here.

The Professor has a history
of congestive cardiac failure.

I know.

I'll take him into Sub-Acute,
examine him straightaway.

Hold it, hold it.

You cannot pick and choose
the patients you see, Bart.

Sorry, Professor,
but you have to be triaged

so you're registered on the system.

Of course. I'm not a queue-jumper.
You know that.

So, young Bart, you can go check
the computer for your next patient

while I listen to
the Professor's chest and do his obs.

You should listen to her, son.
She knows her onions.

FRANK: Move it a bit to the left.

CHARLOTTE: Is that free fluid
or is it encapsulated?

Looks like it's encapsulated.

Jack! Been looking
for you all over.

Yeah. I was handling
the floor down here.

You were hiding, you mean.
Excuse me!

Come on, admit it.

I didn't know
consultants did menial tasks.

Isn't that what
your army of minions is for?

Better get us a Theatre, Jack.
I'll take him straight up.

Looks like a splenic haematoma.

Just hang on a sec, Jack.

We've actually got this
under control.

We're managing the bleed
conservatively.

You're not managing the bleed

which is why, strangely,
it's still bleeding.

Jack - theatre, now.

Arrogant, pig-headed...

It's Jack Quade in ED.
We need a Theatre prepped.

It's for me. I want it now.

It's for Mike Vlasek.
He wants it now.

I'll need a bag of Hartmann's
for transport

and a medical nurse, please.

Frank?

Oh, just do it.

I'm not in the bad books, am I?

A loyal team. Impressive.

Yeah? Oh, that's great.

Right, Theatre's prepped.
Okay. Let's rock'n'roll.

Jack, you may as well
stay hiding here.

I'll go fix this guy up.

Well, he's... interesting.

Yeah.

CATE: What the... hell is this?

Medieval England.
12th century, I'd say.

LORRAINE: Hey, guys.

Hey.
What have we got?

BREE: Oh, no. This one
you need to see for yourself.

Sir Peregrine FitzSimons
of Rockingham

invites his mate
the Lord of Laughren and family

over to his table for a feast.

That's Percy and Les to you.

Mead, pig roasted on a spit -
the works.

Then the Laird

challenges Sir Peregrine
to a broadsword fight

on the table.

As you do.

The re-enactment
gets a bit out of hand.

Les falls in the fire.

He's got a couple of scratches,
minor burn to his backside.

Do you know they don't actually
wear anything under those kilts?

Percy, however, was not so lucky.

Excuse me.

Thanks.

Beats me how,
but he's awake and talking.

He's neurologically intact.

Nil LOC, GCS 15.

That spike's firmly embedded
in his frontal skull.

He's cannulated.
He's had some morphine.

Amazingly, he doesn't seem
to be in much pain.

Hi.

Percy, is it?
PERCY: Uh-huh.

My name's Sean. I'm a doctor.

Well, I could use one of those
right now.

(laughs)

I'm Cate, Percy. Good to meet you.

How long until I get me out of here?

I'm not sure.
It shouldn't be long.

LORRAINE: Rescue didn't want to
do anything till you guys got here.

You in any pain at all?
Not really.

Should I be?

Well, you're doing
a lot better than the pig.

Just going to put this cuff
around your arm, Percy,

to take your blood pressure.

Yep.

Can you tell me how it happened?

I fell... off the table.

Uh-huh. I'm gonna shine
a torch in your eyes.

Uh-huh.

I'll check with Rescue,
see what the status is.

Hold this? Hold it high. Thanks.

What I want, Alison,

is for you to give this Vlasek clown
one of your little talks.

Like the ones you give me
that set my teeth on edge.

No, I will not play ball.

Hey, you!

I don't even know what it means.

I tell you, if he throws
his weight around here again,

I will crush him.

Do you understand that?

Yeah, you have a nice day too.

You got the rosters?

Will you chill out?
They're in progress.

Put it on my desk by lunchtime
or I'll chill you out.

Oh, God. Blah, blah, blah!

I heard that!

Hello, Professor.

Ricky. How are you?

I'm fine.
What are you doing back here again?

Not too steady on my feet today.

I might have been
overdoing it lately.

BART: Right, that's done.

I'm putting the Professor in Acute.
Triage category 3.

Looks like I'll be seeing you
after all, Professor.

Couldn't be in better hands.

Have you been taking
your medication regularly?

History of heart failure.

Presented with increasing dyspnoea
and lethargy.

I'll hook him straight up
to the monitor then give him a wash.

It's alright.
I'll keep an eye on both of them.

(chuckles)

The spike has to stay in situ?
He won't fit in the ambulance.

It has to stay in situ.
Removing it here would kill him.

No way he'll fit, sorry.

Look, I'll see if Rescue's
got an MPV available.

Good.

MPV?

Oh, special trucks used
for difficult transports.

We should try and lose
some of these spectators.

Friends, lend me thy ears.

In truth, there be nought here
on which to cast an eye,

so pray be on your travels

that we may nurse
this fallen knight.

Yeah, no worries, doc.
Righto. Better leave them to it.

What?

(laughs)

Hey, Percy.
(murmurs)

Alright. I'm just going to check
your blood pressure again, okay?

Can you tell me what day it is?
St Swithin's Day.

The year of our Lord, 1199.

(laughs) It's Tuesday.

(laughs)

Okay.

BP's 130/90 and pulse is 98.

What are they doing?

They're trying to dig the spike
out of the ground,

so we need you to stay
as still as you can, alright?

(splutters)

What damage have I done to myself?

We won't be certain
until we get you to hospital,

but you're awake and alert
and your neuro obs are good,

so that's all positive.

Percy, hey, you with us?

Yeah, I was just thinking -
this spit had a pig roasting on it.

That's bad, right?

I mean, all the fat and germs

and the stuff is...
is getting into my head.

Tell me about your name.
Sir Peregrine of Rockingham.

Yeah.

That's in Northamptonshire,
isn't it?

Yeah.

Have you been to Rockingham?
Did you see the castle?

Well, I played skittles
in a pub in Rockingham once.

Yeah, I saw the castle.
I climbed the rampart.

What about you? Have you ever been?

No. I've read about it.

I've...
I've never been out of Australia.

(mumbles)

Percy, try to stay awake.

I just feel... I don't know... weird.

Guys, you might want
to hurry that up a bit.

How are you going
with the Professor?

Er, okay.

Can I run something by you?

Sure.

He has a history
of ischaemic heart disease

and untreated hypertension.

He's medicated
but he's fairly non-compliant.

Well, which is hardly surprising,

considering last time I treated him

he was living in a clothing bin
at a netball court.

He's graduated to sleeping
behind a science building

in the middle
of toxic waste barrels.

Moving up in the world!

Anyway, he's got exertional,
nocturnal dyspnoea, orthopnoea.

He's tachypnoeic.
Oxygen saturations are 93%.

Bilateral pulmonary rales
on auscultation,

and he's hypotensive.

Okay. Is there any chest pain?

Well, he says no.

I've ordered his medical records
and a chest X-ray,

and I'm about to take bloods.

You want me to examine him?

Yes. Thank you.

My helmet. I need to find my helmet.

You're wearing it, mate.

Is it damaged?

No, it'll be okay.

Need to find... need to find...

Hey, Percy, you've got your helmet.

No.

Need the cloak...
the cloak of invisibility.

You want to chase up that transport?
Yeah, I'll check again.

Hey, Percy.

Why don't you tell me
about that castle,

the one you guys
were talking about before?

It was built by William the...

William the Conqueror,
you're absolutely right.

Down the road's the only Anglo-Saxon
church in England still in use.

Do you know what it's called?

He's losing consciousness.

Percy, do you know what it's called?

No response.

It's called All Saints,

and that's exactly where
we're going now.

Lorraine, we need you.

Guys, can you two help?
Okay. It's out.

Can you take his feet?
Do it nice and gently.

Let's keep his head still.

Got it. That's it, guys.

Push the board
right up underneath him.

I'll manage the C-spine.
Lorraine, you've got that pole?

Okay. Everyone alright?

Is everyone set?

Onto the spine board on my count,
after three.

One, two, three.

Nice and easy.
Let's keep everything in alignment.

Keep that pole up, Lorraine.

Yep, got it.

Watch the pole.

Let's keep that head still.

Little bit further, that's it. Down.

Alright, hold it.

Whoa! Hang on, he's fitting.
MACHINE TRILLS

Hold him still!

Diazepam, 5mg of IV.

You got this, Bree?
Yep.

Let's keep his head still, okay?
Yep.

Make it quick, Cate.

Yep, got it.

Pushing it through now.

Pupils equal and reactive.

What was the seizure all about?

Could be a bleed, cerebral oedema.

Might even have epilepsy,
for all we know.

His friends couldn't give me
any medical history.

So, has his GCS decreased
because of the head trauma,

the drugs or the seizure?

I don't know. It's all guesswork
until we get a head CT.

Nearest MPV's
at least an hour away.

What?
Yeah.

That's not good.
We need to move him now.

Percy. Percy!

He's obtunded.

We need to secure his airway.

8.5 tube okay?

Yeah, great. Thanks.
I'll do cricoid.

How the hell
are we going to get him out of here?

Lacks a bit of style,
but it should do the job.

Okay. Okay, I like it.

Let's get this show on the road.

Nice and easy, guys.
Just follow our lead.

Alright. On my three.

One, two... three.

CATE: Keep it coming.

Cate, guide us in.
Got it.

Nice and easy.
Watch the poles.

That's good. Perfect.

Okay, Cate.

It's down to you to keep that stable.
Yep.

He can't bounce around
in the back of this.

Yeah, no worries.

Right.

You two ready?

As we'll ever be.
We have to travel slowly.

No bumps and no sudden stops.

Rightio. Start her up.

This should be fun.

Okay. Let's go.

You okay?

These people are seriously weird.

(Cate laughs)

Five minutes ago
you were chatting away with Percy

about some castle.

I was trying to keep him conscious.

SIREN BLARES

I don't know anything more
than that, okay, Frank?

I'll get the Resus trolley.
I'll meet you there.

What exactly did Everleigh say?

That they're bringing in
the casualty

and they need Resus cleared,
that's all.

Oh, and they need
a Neuro team on stand-by -

which, Frank, I have done!

I'll kill him when he gets here. He
should've kept us better informed.

So, what's the plan?

Er, ECG, cardiac echo, chest X-ray.

And bloods - ABG, LFT, BNP, troponin.

That's, ah...

Did you swallow
the textbook whole

or did you stop to chew
occasionally?

Okay. So we're clear on the tests
that you're going to run.

What about his treatment?

Cannulate him, preload reducers,
nitroglycerin, frusemide.

Good.

Increase his oxygen to four litres,
insert an IDC

and start him
on a strict fluid balance.

Thanks, Dr Beaumont.

It's Charlotte.

So, what's the verdict?

Tests. Lots of tests, I'm afraid.

Yeah, well,

better safe than sorry, as you
so elegantly proved last week.

(chuckles)
Where do you want to start?

We need to increase his oxygen
and then...

And then how about I take the ECG
while you take the ABG?

Yeah. Thanks.
(chuckles)

DAN: Oh, man! That's gotta hurt.

SEAN: Somebody page Oscar Wu.
Yep. It's already done.

Well, Everleigh, you've certainly
found yourself a head injury.

Can you believe that he was awake
when we found him?

And cracking jokes?

On three. One, two, three.

(Dan groans)

Get that bloody trolley
out of the way.

Come on, move it. Move it!

SEAN: Careful, careful.

You right, Dan?
Yep.

Oh, my God!

That just about sums it up.

How'd he do this?
FRANK: Long story and it can wait.

Ring Radiology and make sure
there's a Theatre on stand-by.

He'll need ADT, antibiotics
and prophylactic phenytoin.

Sean, Oscar Wu
wants to have a word.

Oz. He's been impaled
unilaterally...

Whoa. Clearly he's going
straight to Theatre.

Clearly to be dealt with
by a neurosurgeon.

Get some bloods, Jack,
as soon as you can.

Charlotte, do you have time

to look over the Professor's
test results with me, please?

Of course.

Severe cardiomegaly.

Combined systolic and diastolic
left ventricular dysfunction.

He's hypoxic, his PCO2 is up to 70,
and his ejection fraction... is down.

Should I page the
Cardiology consultant for a review?

He is in end-stage heart failure.

He has marked symptoms at rest,
despite medical therapy.

He's dying, isn't he?

Yeah, he is.

You want me to take over?

No, he's my patient.
Just tell me what I need to do.

He needs to know his prognosis,

and you need to determine his wishes

in regard to life-sustaining measures
and resuscitation attempts.

Are you sure you want to do this?

(softly) Yep.

Alright.

I'll be there if you need me.

CATE: Sean, the BP's still 130/90.
Pulse is 98.

DAN: Theatre's ready.

MIKE: He's as stable
as we'll get him.

Looks like kick-off time.

Everleigh, what did Dr Wu say?

Well...

The patient has
a rather large metal spike

through a fairly important
part of his brain.

We'll have to wait and see.
Ready?

Hardly expect him to say
anything else, would you?

Jack, ask Dr Wu if you can observe
this procedure. Beg if you have to.

You don't want me to help
with our list?

Want, yes. Need, no.

If you're serious about surgery,

you don't want to miss
an opportunity like this.

Okay. Thanks, Mike.

I'd like to know how
he ended up with the spike...

There was a pig!

Can I have a word, Vlasek?

Yeah, sure. What can I do for you?

You can stop throwing
your weight around

in my Emergency Department
for starters.

You may be
king of the castle up there,

but down here, I'm the boss.

Of course you are -
with medical patients.

But as soon as you call
for a surgical consult,

you've handed the baton to me
and my team.

I told you, Frank - life's too short.

Take is easy.

Spit it out, son.

I'm afraid your test results
aren't good, Professor.

The cardiac echo and bloods
show that your heart's failing.

How long have I got?

We can't say, not for certain,

but it's likely that
you'll continue to deteriorate,

so there's things we need to discuss.

I know you two will look after me.

Of course we will.

But it's likely that you'll become
too sick to make clear decisions,

so I need to know what you want us
to do if that happens.

If your heart stops, do you want us
to actively resuscitate you?

What would that involve?

We'd do everything we could
to bring you back -

CPR, defibrillation.

And you need to know

your breathing's going to worsen
over the next few hours.

When that happens,
do you want us to put you

on a breathing machine to help you?

No, son, I don't.

(breathes heavily)

In fact,
I don't want you to do anything.

We can arrange a counsellor
for you to talk to,

or a chaplain if that's...

I don't need a counsellor.

I just need to see the stars.

And the sunset.

I don't want to spend my last hours
tied to a machine.

Professor, if that's your decision,

then there's some paperwork -
a form you need to sign

to say that you don't want
any more treatment.

Then get me... that... paperwork.

Everyone's number comes up, Bart.

That's the way of it.

FRANK: What?!

Oh, Evie. Sorry. Bad timing.
(laughs)

Interesting filing system.

I know what's in every pile.

Oh, yeah, look, I believe you.
Thousands wouldn't.

Are you ready?
What?

You promised
you'd take a lunch break today.

I said I'd come in for it.

Oh. Sorry. Um, can't.

A few things have come up.

You have to eat
regular healthy meals.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I'll get a sandwich, okay -
a healthy one, full of rabbit food.

You have to take time to sit down,
eat and relax.

Well, I can't today.

Have you spoken to Alison?

Briefly.

And?

Not about Kathleen,
if that's what you're asking.

So you haven't made a decision then?

What - letting my daughter
go off to God knows where

with her mother is...

A big decision, I know.

So you're going to be home late?

Do you want me to make some dinner?

Shall I just run around here naked?

Yeah, sure, sure.

Frank...

What?!

We have a problem.

Of course we bloody do.

Oh, bloody terrific.
Did you lose much, Cate?

I didn't have
much cash in my wallet,

but looks like my cards are gone,
so I'll have to cancel them.

You better go now.

TV's gone too.

How the hell can someone
just walk in, take the TV

and God knows what else
from the lockers,

and walk out without being noticed?

Anyone - anyone can pretend to be
a maintenance man or a cleaner or...

How did they break into the lockers
without forcing the locks?

Hey?

How did they do that?

Um...

..they had the master keys.

They what?

Look, I'm not used
to holding onto them, Frank,

and when I opened up the change room
to the MRU this morning,

I must have left them in the lock.

I'm really, really sorry.

But I found them,
and-and-and I didn't touch them,

so the police can dust them
for prints.

You're damn lucky
they only got into the lockers

and not into the drug room,
aren't you?

Call Security!

Beaumont.
Mm-hm.

What's going on over there?

The Professor's terminal. CCF.
His medication isn't touching it.

And you let the intern
handle that by himself?

Frank, he wanted to.

I was there. And you know what,
he was really good.

Homer.

Walk with me.

Come on, come on.

They can manage without us
for a couple of minutes.

I wish there was
something more I could do.

Alright. Let's look at the facts.

The Professor's
going into heart failure,

his condition is terminal, and he
doesn't want us to resuscitate him.

Correct so far?

Won't even let us
put him on a ventilator.

Right, so let's say
he arrests in the next 10 minutes

and we make every possible effort
to resuscitate him.

We intubate him
and we ventilate him and defib.

What would happen next?

Come on. What would happen next?

The cycle would most likely
repeat itself.

That's if we ever
got him off the ventilator anyway.

Exactly.

We'd be prolonging his life, but
in a vegetative state, wouldn't we?

Quality of life.

Quality of life.

Still feels like
we're doing nothing.

Oh, no, we're doing something.

We're keeping him comfortable,

we're managing his symptoms
without invasive treatment

and, most importantly,
we're respecting his wishes.

I'll have to write up

a Not for Resuscitation Order,
won't I?

Yes, and put it
with his patient notes

where everyone can see it,

so everybody knows what he wants.

(reads) "In the event
of cardiorespiratory arrest,

"this patient is not for active
resuscitation, CPR, intubation,

"invasive life-prolonging measures
or defibrillation."

And you need to add
"at patient's request".

And that's it.

CURTAIN CLOSES

Do you remember your first NFR order?

A 28-year-old with cystic fibrosis.

A lovely little old lady
with Hodgkin's lymphoma.

(Professor breathes heavily)

Is young Bart alright?

He's just spent six years
learning how to save lives.

Now he's discovering there's more
to being a doctor than that.

It's hard for him.

And you?

Doesn't get any easier.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no, no.
I didn't mean it like that.

It's a privilege to be here with you.

Hey, can I ask you something?

How come you come here so often?

I mean, I know you've been sick,

but why here
and not some other hospital?

You just answered your own question.

This is the only place...

(rasps)

..I get treated... like I'm somebody.

(sighs)

And if me dying
gives the lad the willies...

..what'll happen when he hears

I'm donating my body to science?

(laughs hoarsely)

(splutters)

You right?

(coughs)

Thanks, Ricky.

I'm glad it's you
the lad's got looking after him.

MACHINE BEEPS

Heidi Mathieson, 24 years old,

fell from a horse onto a fence post
at high speed.

Mid to left-sided chest trauma
with possible rib fractures.

CHARLOTTE: Heidi, can you hear me?

Was she unconscious
when you arrived?

Nope, she was sitting up, crying,
asking if her horse was alright.

Ready to transfer on three.

One, two, three.

She didn't want us to help her.

She was much more worried
about the horse.

She collapsed
trying to get back on it.

She went into respiratory distress.

We've intubated
but sats are still only 90%.

BP's 115/72 and pulse is 108.

Is Mike not here?
No. Disappointing, isn't it?

Diminished breath sounds
on the left.

Haemothorax?
Yeah. Looks like it.

Can I have a chest X-ray
and C-spine, please?

Jack, how's our
medieval friend doing?

Still in Theatre, but so far so good.

MIKE: Round three of the old
Resus shuffle, hey, Frank?

On the contrary. She's all yours.

I knew I'd wear him down.

BP's 101/63. Sats are at 88%.

She's going to need a thoracostomy.

Scrub up, Jack.

Yeah. That's got it.

BP's improving.

It'll start dropping again shortly.
How can you know that?

Trust me.

What does the report say?

Widened mediastinum,
obscured aortic knob

and probable great vessel damage.

Get onto Theatre, tell them
to get ready for a sternotomy.

Maybe you should
confirm your diagnosis

through angio or CT

before you crack her sternum?

I'd love to, but I haven't got time.
We've got a rupture looming.

BP has dropped. It's 95/50.

Jack, if you're game,
let's go play in Theatre.

Well, you've got to admit, Frank,
he knows what he's talking about.

Do I now?

Wicked.

There you are.
Oh, God!

Look, I've called Security
and they've said

no-one's to go into the Common Room
until the police arrive.

And... Oh, man.

I've looked for that Quality Action
Plan thing everywhere,

but I can't find it.

I threw it out.

Why are you making me look for it?

Because the previous NUM
fished it out of the bin

and filed it somewhere.

So your mission
is to find out where.

That's my sandwich.
You want it back?

No.

What's so important about
this Quality Action thing anyway?

The hospital's due
for another review.

Newell wants to know if we've

implemented any of the
recommendations from the last one.

And have we?

I wouldn't have a bloody clue.
I never read the bloody things.

That's why I need you to find it.

What the hell have you
put in this sandwich?

Tomato, lettuce, ham, alfalfa...

No wonder it smells
like grass cuttings.

I'll keep looking
for the report, okay.

Can I just have my lunch
in peace, please?

Actually, I need you to find...

What?

I want to know about Mike Vlasek.

See what you can find out about him,
background, experience...

Why can't you do it?

Because if I did it,

then everyone would know
I cared too much.

(laughs)

See, I don't think that sounds like
my job description, Frank.

See, as the Nursing Unit Manager,
I have many responsibilities -

the rosters,

I have to find
the Quality Action Plan,

I have to write
an incident report up on the theft,

there are the inventories...

Alright, alright, alright.
I'll help you with the rosters.

(chuckles)

You don't have to do
the incident report.

Deal.

But I want
that bloody action plan today.

You're the boss.

Damn right I am.

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY

Do you like the music?

(yells) What?

The music. Do you like it?

Yeah. It's great.

But?

I guess I'm just not used to
having it in the Operating Theatre.

Can't stand a quiet Theatre.

It makes me feel like
I'm working in a bloody library.

So what's with the bandanna?

Lucky cap.
Been to the States with me.

Sponge.

Europe, Asia.

Right angle.

Uh-huh.

There we have it.

Full thickness tear
to the proximal descending aorta.

I'll cross-cramp it.

You're going to do it
without bypass?

Yep.

Gauze.

But if you cross-clamp without it,

you'll only have 25 minutes
to repair the tear

before you risk tissue damage.

Should have it done in about 20.

(yells) Mike, we need...
MUSIC FINISHES

(normal voice)
..we need the vascular team.

I mean, it is their specialty.

Yeah, you're right.

We should give them a call,
see how they're going, say g'day.

But in the meantime,

since we're dealing with
the body's largest artery

and if it blows, she's bleed out
in about 15 second flat,

I might just make a start
on fixing her up.

Keep an eye on the time for me,
will you?

Can someone change that CD?

It'll be quieter in here, Professor,
and a bit more private.

You can come in if you want to.

How is he?

He's peaceful.

It's alright.

He'd like you to be here -
if you want to, that is.

Is he asleep?

He's drifting.

How many times have you done this?

Well, I worked in Palliative Care
for a while.

It's important for the patient to
know there's someone here for them.

I hadn't thought about it that way.

(Professor stirs)

You alright?

Not in any pain?

Nothing to be done about it now.

This time next week,
I'll be all over the world.

Shhh. Just rest, Professor.
Don't try to talk.

That's the way of it.

Won't be long now, right?

No. Not long.

It's okay, Professor.
You can go if you need to.

THUMPING ROCK MUSIC

Mike, we're at 20 minutes.

Mike...

Yeah, I got you.

Blood pressure's gone up. 133/89.

Cool it with the fluids.

We need to keep the afterload down.
Tell me why, Jack.

To avoid cardiac failure.

Keep the systolic below what?

100.
Mike, we're running out of time.

To avoid the risk of rupture.

You're getting it, Jack.
Not as dumb as you look.

Here we go.

Want to do the honour
and release the clamp?

It's not a brown snake, Jack.
It won't bite you.

Hey, the vascular guys are here.
It's time for them to have a play.

Come on in, guys.

We'd love to hear what you think
about this little baby.

DAN: Mission accomplished.

Fan-bloody-tastic.
You got the whole thing.

How the hell did you manage that?

Well, there's this little lady
up in Personnel

that I've been meaning to ask out
for a drink for a while and...

You don't want to know
about any of that.

No, I don't really want to know.

A simple thankyou would suffice,
Frank.

I'm not after a parade or anything.
Good.

How'd you go in Theatre?

Aortic tear. Mike was right.

Good for him.

Plus, he did it without bypass.
In 20 minutes.

What about a graft?

No graft.
Just one continuous suture.

You're kidding me.

It was like he was tying shoelaces
or something. It was that easy.

Surely the Vascular team
could take some of the credit.

No Vascular team, Frank.
Mike didn't want to wait.

Bloody cowboy.

Jealous, Frank, huh?

Find that Action Plan
or find a new job.

Sorry, buddy. I got ward rounds.

I hate this job.

Professor, can you hear me?

Professor?

His pattern of respiration
will slowly wind down, Bart.

Hold his hand.
Let him know we're here.

I think he's gone.

Mmm.

Would you like me
to pronounce him for you?

No. Can you talk me through it?

Sure.

First of all, check his ID bracelet.

Check his pupils
for location and response to light.

Fixed and non-reactive.

Response to tactile stimuli.

No response.

Check for spontaneous respiration.

Nothing.

Um... heart sounds and pulses.

No heart or lung sounds.
No radial or carotid pulse.

And no femoral pulse.

So note down the time.

Time of death...

..3:57pm.

We'll do the death certificate
when you're up to it.

DAN: Okay.

I've searched through every drawer
and folder in the entire department,

and the stupid report doesn't exist.

Frank can't expect you
to pluck it from thin air -

he's the one that threw it out
in the first place.

Right, I'll just tell him that,
shall I, and he'll understand,

because he's so reasonable
and fair-minded.

What are you talking about now?

Oh, some Quality Action Plan review.

Crap.

I've got one.
What?!

Why?

I asked for one when it came out.

I wanted to see what recommendations
they were making for the nurses.

Why?!

None of your business.

Do you want it or don't you?

Will you marry me?

Oh, God, Dan, yes.

SEAN: Rightio. Thanks, Oz.
Yeah, catch you soon.

Well?

Sir Peregrine is in ICU,
minus the spike.

He's still intubated,
but Oscar's cautiously optimistic.

And?

Instead of penetrating the brain,
the spike merely pushed it aside.

We won't know the full outcome
until he's awake,

but there's every chance

that he'll walk away from this
with minimal neuro deficit.

Sean.

Forsooth and verily, we do rock.

Oh, Evie.

Evie.

(kisses)

You brought work home again.

Just a little bit of reading.
It won't take a minute.

Ha!

Oh, God, sorry. Lunch. Sorry.

It's okay.
I went to see my agent instead.

There's a three-day gig next week.
I said I'd go.

Yeah, you should. Yeah.

Yeah, I wasn't asking
your permission.

No.

A bit of time apart
would do us both the world of good.

You've got some big decisions
to make about your daughter...

..and, well, to be honest...

..I'm feeling
a little bit taken for granted.

I'm sorry.

Where are we going with this, Evie?
What are we doing?

Do you want to help?

Yeah.

I didn't get to say goodbye.

I almost did,
then it was too late.

Hey, it's never too late.

He looks peaceful, doesn't he?

Yeah, he does.