All language subtitles for All.Saints.S10E12 - Choices of the Heart.en

(Man groans)
What have we got?

17-year-old Andrew Redman.

He was run over by a train.

Partial amputation
to both of his feet.

Attempted suicide?
No.

Apparently a pram
wheeled out onto the tracks.

Kid's a regular hero.
Media's all over it.

What was the mother doing?
Hey, Charlotte! Welcome back.

The baby - is it OK?
We'll find out for you, mate.

(Groans) I saw the pram roll.
I didn't think.

Ahh! My feet!

Just settle down there, Andrew.
Let us look after you.

Analgesia?
Morphine, 5mg.

Give him another 5.

Estimated blood loss
is approximately 1,000ml.

He's been drifting in and out
of consciousness,

so we haven't got a clear
medical history or allergy status.

Resus. Get onto his family.
We need consent for surgery.

You'll be in Triage all day.

You're kidding.
Don't start whinging, little mother.

By the way, how's the worm?
Zach's fine. Thanks for asking.

Triage.

Yeah, it's Dr Gallagher speaking.

I need to page a surgical consult
to the E.D. Thank you.

OK - we've got major orthopaedic
and vascular damage both feet.

Want me to organise a Doppler?
Yes, please.

I've just gotten off the phone
from the police

and they've shut three rail lines
down as a result of the accident.

In peak hour? Ouch. That's ugly.
(Chuckles wryly)

And they have also mentioned this
hospital in their press release,

so the phones will be ringing
off the hook

and there'll probably be a pack
outside waiting for a statement

within the hour.

Warn Charlotte. See if you can
get their calls redirected to Admin.

Let them take the flak for once.
Good idea.

Well, it doesn't look like a rash.

To be honest, it's more likely that
you've been scratching a bit much.

There's gotta be something there.

Last night was crazy. We had to
change the bedsheets three times.

Are you allergic to anything?
Maybe the washing powder?

No.
I am to buying it, though.

(Chuckles) We go through
10 kilos a week.

Well, I felt uncomfortable in them.

How?
Well, it's not really the sheets.

I've got things
crawling under my skin.

Well, shingles give that feeling.

Have you ever had that?
No.

What about chickenpox?
No.

Have you seen your GP?

Mmm, yeah. She couldn't
give us any answers.

Alright.

Let's do a full work-up,

including FBC, UEC, ESR
to check if it's anything viral.

Sure.

And we'll see what we can do
about that scratching.

Phenergan - 10mg orally.
And some mittens.

Oh, for God's sake.

If that's all you're gonna do,

I could've stayed at home
and sat on my hands.

Stef. Stef, just let them
do their thing, OK?

Have we got a medical history?
Not yet.

The patient's been unconscious.
I'll check his bag.

Abdo's clear.

Obs?
BP's down, pulse is up.

Respirate 24.

Right. Hold off on the intubation,
will you?

I need him to be able to respond.

To what?
Circulation obs.

Capillary refill
is amazingly adequate

and I think I can feel
a faint pedal pulse.

Someone get me a portable Doppler.
I'll get it.

You're not seriously considering
reattachment.

Um... no meds,
but this is interesting.

Ballet slippers -
same size as his football boots.

Looks like we've got
a real Billy Elliot.

And he's got a lot of badges
on his blazer

for running, swimming, basketball...

He's good and fit. More reason
to pull a rabbit out of a hat.

Listen, mate, this isn't about
you being a bloody magician.

It's about getting this kid
to an operating table

before he dies of shock.

When I've decided
what it's about, Frank,

I promise you'll be first to know.

Do you think we can continue
this argument on the way to theatre?

Not until I check these
pedal pulses properly, no.

The longer we stuff around, the more
likely it is that he'll arrest.

He's maintaining his own airway,
sats are 97%

and his limbs are fairly clean-cut.

Never say never, Frank.

Are you sure you can't
get him to come in?

Er... look, um, I'm positive
your email said tomorrow,

but I can try and get there, yeah.

How about 20 minutes?

Righto.

I have to go and see one of the reps.
Sure.

Just make sure you log it properly.

Admin sent back last week's report
because it was incomplete.

You love repeating yourself,
don't you?

..strong, I'd say
it's worth an angiogram.

Well, even if the angio
shows we can save his feet,

there is no guarantee
he can walk on them.

I'd rather fail knowing I tried than
fail without bloody trying at all.

No-one wants
the kid to lose his feet,

but better his feet than his life.

Now, stop stuffing around,
take him upstairs and amputate.

I can stuff around a lot faster

when I've seen the results
of an angiogram.

High-profile case.

The press are gonna love it.

What are you trying to say?
Just tell me you're not showboating.

Page me when he's ready to travel.

How's it going out there?

It's triage, Frank.
I think I can cope.

I was referring to the media.

How's the kid doing?

He's alive. Just.

Welcome back, by the way.

Thank you! I thought
you would've finished up by now.

No. Still here.

That's great. I can say thank you
for covering for me.

Yeah, no, that's my pleasure.

OK, well, if you need a hand,
you know where I am.

No, we got it covered.
OK.

Oh, but, Charlotte, maybe we could
catch up a bit later.

Sure, Frank.

Yes, I know, I know. I'll tell her.

There are no obvious bites
or sources of infection.

That's because they're all over.

What are all over?

Now can I show them?

In here.

OK. Here - let me help.

This is what you're after?
Yeah, that's it.

Oh!

You don't know how many doctors
we've been to about this.

That's why Morgan said not to
show it to you straightaway.

I... didn't want to
influence your opinion.

Sure.
Yeah.

Do we know what it is?

Well, no-one can tell us,
but these come from under my skin.

And I keep finding them everywhere.

Like, they're all over me
and they're all around the house.

And... that's
what's driving me crazy.

Alright. Alright.
Yeah.

Well, I think we'd better get this
to the lab for analysis.

I'll be back soon.
OK.

You right? I'll be back
to take some blood.

OK? It's OK.
OK.

Comfy?

You know, that just looks like
bits of skin and dust.

Yes, it does.

You think the lab
will say anything different?

Only that I'm right
in calling for a psych consult.

Ah! Welcome back.

How was Tassie?

Almost as beautiful
as my new granddaughter.

Mmm!
It's good to see you.

Ahh!

It's good to see you too.

Er... you managed to make your escape
without another slap on the wrist?

Time will tell.

I still don't understand
why you can't simply say

that you're going to see a patient.

I thought that's what you did.

Yes, it is, but, you see,
the pen-pushers -

they don't see it that way.

Er... Phil?

Yes. I called by to check on him
when I got back.

Gave me rather a shock.

KNOCK AT DOOR
JIM: Are you decent, Phil?

I've got a beautiful lady
to see you.

(Coughs)

(Clears throat)

G'day, Von.

Yeah, g'day, Phil.

I hear you like it here so much that
you're refusing to pay us a visit.

Nothing personal.

How long since you've
been out of this bed?

(Gasps)

Oh, bloody hell!

(Weakly) I don't know.

And you won't let Jim
take you to a hospital because...?

Because the last time I went there,
I won the Golden Staph Award

and three months
not-so-free accommodation.

Oh, well, it's easy for you
to come back now.

We don't give that door prize twice.

I'll just keep taking
the pills, thanks.

Listen, in case you haven't noticed,
they're not working.

The staph infection
is probably already in your bones

and you need antibiotics

that can only be given
in the hospital.

No. You guys keep them
for the next lucky winner.

'Cause there's no way
you're getting me back there.

Ever.

(Coughs)

REPORTER: Early-morning commuters
were delayed for up to two hours

as police and paramedics worked
on the youth at the scene...

You're not feeling faint?

Take a seat. We won't be long.

..seriously injured,

but the full extent
of his condition is unknown.

The mother of the rescued baby...

CHARLOTTE: What have you got for me?

Yesterday's patient files
for crosschecking.

Not the welcome back
you were expecting, huh?

I told Zach that Mummy was
coming to work to save lives.

I'm not sure paperwork
entered the equation.

Well, it won't be forever,
Charlotte.

No, I know - once Zoe's out of Resus,

Frank will have no option
but to let me back in.

Excuse me.

It was my son
that was in the accident.

Oh, Mrs Redman?
Is he alright?

Have you got my boots?
Your boots?

They're just here, mate.

They're my lucky ones.

I should have been wearing them when
I jumped out in front of that train.

Do you play a bit of footy?
Yeah, a bit.

Drew. Good to see
you're still with us, eh?

My name's Mike and I'm your surgeon.

Is he right to travel?

As much as he can be
under these circumstances.

OK. Let's get you
to Angiography, hmm?

Drew! Oh, my God.
What have you done to yourself?

Mum, I'm OK.

OK, guys, keep going.
I'll catch up with you.

Where are you taking him?
Mrs Redman...

My name is Mike Vlasek.
I'm Drew's surgeon.

Well, can't I go with him?
Drew's gonna be just fine.

If you'd step this way...
Let's have a chat, hey?

Who the hell's that?
The boy's mother.

What does 'partial' amputation mean?

They're still attached, right?

Only just.

Well, can you put them back on?

We're running a test
called an angiogram

to determine that right now.

In the meantime, um... we need you
to make a very difficult decision.

Drew has a condition
which is common in major trauma

called hypokalemia.

That means that the potassium levels
in his blood are abnormal,

and so the longer he's in theatre,

the more likely it is
that he'll go into cardiac arrest

or renal failure.

I-I'm not sure what you're saying.

If we try to reattach his feet,

he may not survive the surgery.

And while Dr Campion's
absolutely right

about the time factor being critical,

your son is young,
he's supremely fit,

and I believe these are factors that
give us a window of opportunity

we mightn't otherwise have had.

But you don't agree.

Given his injuries, in my opinion,

he'll be very lucky
to keep his feet.

You can't agree
and you're asking me to decide

whether to cut off my son's feet or
risk his life trying to save them.

See, mate? Angio wasn't so bad.

Yeah.
MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY

Drew? Are you still with us?
What's happening?

His sats are dropping.

OK, we've got tracheal shift and...
Hang on.

..the top of the lungs.
Let's get a tube in.

What were the results of the angio?

It indicates that his feet
are still viable.

And all the kid had to suffer
was a tension pneumothorax.

Has the mum okayed
the reattachment surgery?

She's going to talk it over
with Drew.

So come on, people - let's give her
the chance to do that.

And since you're so keen
to get your name in 'The Lancet',

perhaps you'd do us the honour

of incising the chest wall
while you're here.

It'd be my pleasure, Frank.

And I promise to spell your name
right in the footnote.

You two will let me know

if this patient is getting
in the way of your argument?

Scalpel, please.

Stefanie. Morgan.

This is Dr West. He'll be consulting
on Stefanie's case.

You look like
you've been in the wars.

Oh, I feel like it.

Can you tell me exactly
what brought you in this morning?

God, there's more of them!
I just can't stop itching.

I just want someone to tell me
what they are.

Stefanie brought in a sample

of some of the things she's been
collecting from under her skin,

so we sent them off to Pathology
for testing.

How often do you see these things?
Every day.

And are there certain days
when the itching gets worse?

Do certain feelings
or situations trigger it?

You mean like stress?

Stef...
Yes.

And stupid questions?
Stef, come on.

You think I don't know
a psych assessment

after having over a dozen of them?

Think I don't know what you're up to

just because you don't say it
when you walk in?

Hey, hey.

I'm sorry.
I wasn't trying to trick you.

While you're at it, how about asking

why I've been in over 10 different
hospitals in two years?

Because I like people
thinking I'm a nut case?

Or just maybe because this is not
how I wanna live my life!

I'm sorry.
MORGAN: Hey...

I'll come back. I'll come back.
Stef... Stef, come on.

He's trying to help us.
He's trying to help.

Was that her first
sign of aggression?

She did get a bit testy
when I suggested the mittens.

That fits.
With what?

A possible diagnosis. I'll have to
double-check with my consultant.

Can you page me
when she's ready to talk again?

Er... don't hold your breath.

Hey, Von.

What have you got for us?

Hello. I'm Jim.

Yes, sorry. This is Jim,
the patient's neighbour.

He was the one who found him.
Right.

Look, this patient may need

a fair bit of encouragement
to get to hospital, so...

Excuse me?

You are going to look him over,
aren't you?

Absolutely.
Where is he?

Inside.

Sent in the artillery, has she?

It's not gonna work.

You hear me?

You're not taking me anywhere.

(Coughs)
You know this guy?

Yeah. Do you mind if I have
a little look at your shoulder?

It's OK, I'm not going to hurt you.

(Coughs and groans)

Hmm, it's from a TV antenna.

You fell off your neighbour's roof,
if I recall. Is that right?

That's right.

(Gasps)
Heart rate's not good.

He's tachycardiac and
he's throwing off ectopic beats.

At that rate he's going to have
a fatal arrhythmia if it keeps up.

Phil, are you hearing
what we're saying?

You're not looking too flash, mate.

Are you sure there's nothing we can
say to get you to come to hospital?

Not a chance.

Do you realise how sick you are,
mate?

Just leave me alone.

Yeah, yeah, alright.

Unless he changes his mind
in the next half hour

we're going to have
to call ourselves clear.

We can't afford the risk, Von.
Not after the little girl.

You know Dr West -
he's not a psychiatrist.

What?

We assumed he was...

No, he's an intern.
He's just on psych rotation.

He's actually a really good doctor.

We just wanted a second opinion.
We weren't trying to trick you.

It's alright. We know how it works.

I might just get a coffee, then.

Do you want something?
No, I'm fine.

I won't be long, Steph.

I love you.

I've turned him into
a caffeine addict.

How is that your fault?

He doesn't get much sleep.

What, meaning you get even less?

(Chuckles softly)

I tried moving to the couch, but...

..he wouldn't hear of it.

I think he misses the, um...

..well...

..I know he misses
how affectionate I used to be.

You don't feel you can be anymore?

I want to be
but I just can't stop scratching,

even when we're... you know.

He's been so good.

Most people would have
just disappeared ages ago.

Most of my friends have.

I think, um...

..I think the longer it's gone on
the harder I am to be around.

How come?

Well...

..I started asking people to, um...

..to take their shoes off
before coming inside the house

and then it got so I, um...
I only wanted them in one room

just so they didn't bring bugs and
stuff into the rest of the house.

Eventually they just stopped coming.

How long has this been going on for?

A bit over two years.

Am I crazy?

Maybe I am.
Everyone else seems to think so.

No, we don't.
We're just trying to be thorough.

For God's sake.
I just want it to stop.

I just want someone
to tell me what's wrong

so I can make it go away.

Is that too much to ask?

No, it's not.

Hey, Drewbie. How are you?

Hi, Mum.

I'm OK.

I hear you've been a hero.

I'm sorry.

I tried to get out of the way
but I just couldn't.

I spoke with the mother of the baby

and she said they're a little shaky
but they're doing fine.

She's on the telly and the radio
saying you saved her baby's life.

I'm so proud of you.

Mum.
(Cries)

Don't cry.

You know what's happened, right?

My feet.

And now the doctors want us
to make a choice.

One says he might be able
to save your feet

but that it might take a long time
in the operating room.

And the other...
There is no other.

Drew...

I couldn't live without my feet,
Mum.

The other says it might take so long
that you might not last the distance.

I can't lose you, baby, I just can't.

(Cries) I'm sorry, I don't know
what I was thinking.

You've just got to do
whatever is the safest.

Drew?

I told you what our choice was.

No, Mum, that's not my choice.

It's too much of a risk.
I don't care.

I'm nothing without my feet.

Don't you get it? I'm nothing.

Why are you doing this?

Mrs Redman...
You know it's the wrong decision.

Dr Vlasek is extremely capable.

I'm sure he would not be operating
unless he was very confident.

Well, who do I talk to, then?
The administrator or my lawyer? Who?

I'm sorry. I really am.

But Drew's legally old enough
to make his own decision.

Then why did you ask me
in the first place?

At the time we didn't think he
was capable of deciding for himself

and now that he has
we're bound to respect his wishes.

He's all I've got.

I promise you he will have
our very best team working on him.

We will do everything
we possibly can to pull him through.

Why are you doing this?

Because if this is a point-scoring
exercise with your colleagues

you just remember that that's
my son's life you're playing with.

Yeah, yeah, I know, Gabrielle.

It's just that the rep's
taking longer than expected

to do the paperwork.

Yes, yes, I'll log it.

'Bye.

Right to go.

You got the signed refusal form?

Yep.

Did everything by the book.

He seemed like a nice guy too.

Can we just at least
get the fluids up?

I'm sorry, Von. Our hands are tied
unless he comes to hospital with us.

No, no, no. Please?

Give me five minutes, just five.

Phil, Phil.

It's Von. Are you with me?

Piss off.

I'm too crook for all this crap.

Oh, you're way past 'crook'

and if you don't get to a hospital
right now you'll be dead.

Is that what you want to do to Jim,
is it?

Making him watch
as you're stuffed in a body bag,

having to tell your family,

them thinking what a bastard he is
because he watched you die like this.

You said you're not that sick.

Come on, get up!
Get up out of bed and show me.

Get up out of this bed and show me!

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I really like Jim

and I won't have you send him
on a guilt trip

because it was his bloody roof
you fell off in the first place.

Mate, would you sic your girlfriend
off me?

I'd love to, Phil,
but she's incredibly stubborn.

You better tell those ambos
they've got a passenger travelling.

I wasn't expecting so much damage.

Well, a train ran over his feet,
Vincent.

Were you expecting a bandaid
to do the job?

Significant soft-tissue loss
from the ankle down.

Got X-rays?

Mmm, yeah, we've got bilateral
and open-ankle fractures,

multiple fractures of the
metatarsals and the phalanges

and not to mention
a compound fracture of the tib-fib.

That one alone is a deal breaker.

The angio showed good blood supply
to the feet.

But, you know, both feet have
such diffuse and grave injuries

we're looking at major
reconstructive surgery,

not to mention the fact that the kid
may not survive the first operation.

It's better to save a life
than a limb.

Don't say it, Frank.

Mum's the word.

The problem is you do
a reconstruction of the feet

and he doesn't use it
because it's painful,

it's worse than a good prosthetic.

With your combat experience I didn't
think you'd be so easily scared off.

It's because of my combat experience
I'm suggesting a double amputation.

Mike, I can scrub in with you
on this one - I'd be happy to -

but if you're looking at reattachment
you've paged the wrong surgeon.

At least we're agreed on something.

Hey, Drew.

Drew?

I'm sending you upstairs now.
Have you prepped for surgery, OK?

You hang in there.

What are you gonna do now?
Perform the surgery on your own?

If I have to.

Football's my life, Dan.

You understand that, right?

Mate, um...

..it's a tough decision.

Four gastros, a suspected broken arm,
a possible pneumonia.

I've put pneumonia
in Subacute 2 for you

and the press contingent are still
out the front waiting on a statement.

Tell them I'm still working on it.
Alright.

Oh, Charlotte.
How are you, um, settling in?

Fine.

I was a little surprised
to see Zoe still here

but I didn't realise
we had an overlap.

That's one of the things
I wanted to talk to you about.

Hey, Frank, I just...

..I want to let you know I don't
need any preferential treatment.

No, but you've just come
back to work after having a baby.

I'll pull my weight like every
other doctor in this department.

You've got nothing to worry about.
I can compartmentalise my life.

I know you think I'll be totally
focussed on Zach the whole time

but I promise you when I'm here I'll
be a doctor first, mother second.

Still, if we could make time
to have a chat in my office.

Not necessary.

Charlotte, Spence on the phone.

Do you want me
to put him through to Triage?

OK.
Not necessary.

Just putting you through, Spence.

You still haven't told her,
have you?

Oh, come on, it's not like
she gave me much of a chance.

Frank, if you don't tell her I will.

In case you've forgotten there's a
public announcement this afternoon.

I haven't forgotten. The press
want me to make a statement too.

Alright, fine, I'll do that as well.
I'll do every bloody thing.

MIKE: When you find him tell him
to leave his bloody phone on.

What? None of your colleagues
want to play with you?

(Sighs)

Why has every surgeon in this place
got his phone on voicemail?

Because word's gone around that
you're about to try the impossible.

So why aren't you hiding too?

Well, my phone hasn't been ringing.
Apparently I don't need to.

Would you scrub in?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Without examining the patient first?
Absolutely.

I'm a big fan of the impossible.
Hmm.

Surgeons and their bloody egos.

Guys? Theatre's on the phone.

The patient's prepped and they
want to know what's happening.

Tell them
Dr Quade and I are on our way.

Dr Quade and Dr Vlasek
are on their way.

PAGER BEEPS
Don't worry about that.

That would be me
asking you to call me back.

(Sighs)

Mr and Mrs Garrett,
have either of you heard of

a condition called
delusional parasitosis?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

God! I thought you said
he could help me.

We've had it explained to us
a number of times.

Every time a doctor is too lazy
to look for a real reason.

Delusional parasitosis can make
a person's symptoms seem very real.

These are not imaginary.

I wake up and they're all over me,
they're on my flesh, in my bed.

I wash and wash
but I never feel clean.

I can feel them biting me.

I understand that, Mrs Garrett,
but everything you've told us...

What about the sample
that I brought in?

We're still waiting
for the results to come back.

Then why are we all
wasting our time?

You find out what's in
that specimen jar

and when you do then we can decide
whether or not I'm crazy.

OK?

OK.

Textbook case.
I'm going to let my consultant know.

We'll get a referral
for a further psych evaluation.

Bart, she's right.

How can we say she's a psych case

before we even wait for the results
of the crawly things to come back?

The crawly things are going to turn
out to be dust and skin flakes.

That's what makes her textbook -

obsessing and collecting
and bringing the stuff in

to any doctor who'll listen.

Yeah, well, then that makes us
no better than anyone else.

Come on, out of all the hospitals
she's been to,

let's be the one that waits
for the results to come back

before we write her off
as delusional.

Except I think she is.
Based on?

On my observations.

Frank, I've heard you've got
incoming. Do you want a hand?

Golden staph patient, if you want
to take a present back to the sprog.

Uh...

I'll get coffee. Do you want coffee?
Sure.

Coffee?
Hmm.

You haven't told her, have you?

I've been busy.
Huh.

This is Phil.

You might recognise him
from a penetrating neck injury

from about six months ago.

TV antenna.
Yeah, that's the one.

Bloody hell! Is that lucky Phil?
Hey, Phil. How you doing?

Is that you, Jimmy?
No, Frank, mate, Frank.

Oh, get stuffed, Frank.

You might have to stand in line
today, mate.

On my three. When you're ready.

Yep.

One, two, three.
Oh!

Ongoing post-discharge complications
due to acquiring a staph infection.

Lucky Phil my arse.

Febrile 38.9, disorientated,
hypotensive, 90/45,

tachycardiac 145, D and Vs.

His shoulder wound
is red and hot to touch.

Well, don't touch it, then,
you goose.

He's really out to it.
Who called him in?

I did.
I thought you were seeing a rep?

Later, patient first.

Yeah, later's fine with me, Von.

DAN: Bloods?

Yeah, full bloods,
cultures and a swab.

You didn't have anything
to do with this, did you?

No, we just answered
a call from base.

Is there a problem?

No. Let's hope not.

Give her a break.
We've had a full-on day.

It's like Cate said,
we just answered a call from base,

followed procedure
and everything's above board.

Good to hear.

Thank you for defending me but
you really didn't have to do that.

I wasn't defending you.
We're in this together, amigo.

(Chuckles)

Sean, Stephanie Garrett's
blood results.

Ah.
Anything?

White blood cells are low.

That rules out anything viral.

Doesn't rule out anything bacterial.

Still gives us nothing
to explain her symptoms.

I think I can do that.

I've been doing some reading
that just might have the answer.

Borrelia burgdorferi.

Sorry?

It's a bacteria
that also causes Lyme disease.

It has similar symptoms
to that of delusional parasitosis.

Sufferers report having
things crawling under their skin,

lesions, rashes, overwhelming
body fatigue, aches and pains.

That's me... this...

It's a controversial theory.

It doesn't have the backing
of the wider medical community.

So why even suggest it?

Well, because if she does
test positive for the bacteria

then we might be able
to do something about it.

So let me get this straight -

now you're saying she doesn't
have delusional parasitosis?

I'm just saying that there might
be an underlying physical cause

to this condition.

This is bullshit, mate.

No, it's bullshit. I mean this is
just their attempt to fob us off.

To not have to look at the real
problem because it's too hard.

Right? Much easier to write a script
and send them on their way. Right?

I've had to deal with it
every single day, mate.

I can't take it anymore.
I can't take it anymore.

BART: Mr Garrett.

At 4:00 this morning,

after her fourth shower
and third change of sheets,

I finally had Stef agreeing

that if one more doctor -
just one more -

couldn't find
anything wrong with her,

she'd agree to have psych treatment.

And then you guys come out
with this crap! What is that?

Borrelia burgdorferi.

(Scoffs)

It's a real possibility.

You tell me, honestly.
You think my wife's delusional?

It's hard to say.

Look, even if there is an
underlying physical problem,

it doesn't mean that there won't be
psychological issues to deal with.

Chicken or the egg, right?

Something like that.

For two years I've stood by and
watched her spiral out of control.

I've been there for her.
I've supported her.

As all our friends and family
have just slipped away.

And just lately
I've been questioning.

Why me?
What did I do to deserve this?

Is that selfish?
No.

I miss her so much.

I miss her. I really miss her.

I miss her laugh, you know.
She had the greatest laugh.

You haven't lost her, Mr Garrett.

Your wife is still in there.

I mean, she's going through
a tough time at the moment.

No matter how hard it gets,
she needs you to be there for her.

Hey.

Hi, Mrs Garrett.

I was just explaining to your husband

that it'll take a week
to get your test results back.

I'm sorry I lost it, Stef.

I'm just really tired and I just...
got frustrated.

That's how you've seen it
all along, isn't it?

It's the way it affects you.

Please... don't say that.

Well, I'm so sorry
I ruined your life.

But do you really think
that this is what I wanted?

No. No, of course not.

You think I'm crazy.
No, I don't.

Yes, you do! He believed me more
than you do. A complete stranger.

Stef, I'm sorry I doubted you.
I'm sorry.

Just...

..go away.

Please, Stef. Stef.

I'm sorry.
What more do you want me to say?

I just want it to stop.

Why can't someone do something
to make it stop?

Let's calm down.
We will.

One step at a time.
They've got a plan, Stef.

They've got a plan
that's gonna give us hope.

We can work it out.
We're gonna get through this.

I can't.

Look, let's go home,
and we'll talk about it. OK?

I don't wanna go home with you.

What are you saying, Stef?

I just can't... I just can't.
I'm... I can't do it anymore.

Stef. Come on.

Please.
No, don't, please!

Just...

Please just leave me alone.

(Whispers) Just leave me alone.

CATE: So what was
your last partner like?

Why is that?

Oh, I don't know. Just gotta know
what standards I've gotta live up to.

He was good.

You're better.

Eh? How's that?

PHONE RINGS
I dunno. You laugh at my jokes.

That's always a bonus.

You're a smartarse.

Cate McMasters.

Yeah, OK. Where is she now?

OK. I'll be right there.

Cate, what is it?

OK. Thanks for letting us know.

Is everything OK?

Cate's mum's been in an accident.
Head-on collision.

She's in a critical state.

Cate's just flown up to Adelaide
to be with her.

Shit.
Yeah.

What, you think we broke them up?

Don't think they needed
much pushing.

Are they an item?
How can you tell?

Bart, body language.

Staff meeting. 10 minutes.
In the common room.

When you've wound up
your little gossip session.

How's our stubborn mule?

That sounds like the woman
who's not that nice.

Oh, obviously better.

I'm beginning to think
I should've hung in at home.

Really?

Do you want to know the condition
you were in when we got you here?

No.

Alright, I won't mention sepsis
secondary to a staph infection,

dehydration,

threatening acute renal failure.

Thanks for not mentioning that.

You know, you got some pretty
crazy friends, don't you?

I had noticed.

Hang on to her, though.

She's OK.

Von, staff meeting.

And, um,

make sure you come up with something
believable about this, won't you?

I don't want Admin
breathing down our necks again.

Oh...

MIKE: So far we're not
seeing any problems.

The operation went really well.

We managed to
successfully reattach

all the major blood vessels
in both feet,

and the orthopods have done
what they can to reset the bones.

Will... will he need more operations?

Oh, yeah. He'll need skin grafts
to repair the feet.

But Drew showed no signs of distress
while he was on the table,

so I don't think you need to
worry about that, Mrs Redman.

He's a remarkably fit
young man, Carol.

Look forward to seeing him
play football.

Oh, Dr Vlasek.

Thank you for giving him a choice.

(Sobs)

Thanks for scrubbing in.

You're welcome.

Everyone else seemed to think
I was being a total egomaniac.

I thought you'd be right with them.

Well, I guess I know the difference
between ego and passion.

GABRIELLE: Yeah, alright.
Bit of shoosh, everybody.

Right, I'll be brief,
because I know you're all flat chat,

and desperate to get back to it.

Uh, first of all, I would like
to thank our hardworking NUM,

who, by dint of her native thrift
and fiscal rat cunning,

has helped me squeeze a few extra
shekels out of our meagre budget.

APPLAUSE
We've got a budget?

Yeah, we do. And I think I've just
thought of a new way of saving money.

I'll shut up.
Do that.

Long story short,
we can now afford something

that this department
has needed for a very long time.

And that is an Assistant Director
of Emergency Medicine.

And so I hope you'll all join with me
in congratulating my new deputy,

Dr Zoe Gallagher.

APPLAUSE

Hey!

Phew.

What?

Oh, alright. Al-bloody-right.

(Clears throat)

That was a really shitty
thing to do, Frank.

I tried to tell you.
You couldn't warn me?

Just shut up and listen, will you?

I did try to tell you
and you didn't want to listen.

Besides, you said you didn't want me
to give you preferential treatment.

You humiliated me.

Oh, come on.

Everyone was too busy congratulating
Zoe to notice what you were feeling.

I always thought of us
as friends, Frank.

Yeah, but that doesn't get you
the job, and you know it.

The fact that I've been here
longer than her, though, does.

She has her Emergency Fellowship.
You don't.

And that's what
this is about, is it?

No, it's about... the right job for
the right person at the right time.

Is that why I've been
in Triage all day?

You...

You're in different phases
of your life.

You've chosen different paths.

Like having a baby.

Oh, come on, Beaumont.
You know the score.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Frank.

Ambulance has just arrived
with a DOA.

(Groans)

35-year-old female.

Suspected overdose of sedatives.

We worked on her
for about 45 minutes at the scene

but there were no vital signs.

I just need you to call it,

then we can get her
over to the morgue.

I know her. She's a patient.

We only discharged her
this afternoon.

OK. Her husband rode in with us.

He's in the front
if you want to talk.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Are you alright?

Hey, Frank.
What've we got?

Er, suspected overdose of sedatives.
I just need you to call it.

Sure.

(Weeps)

Morgan.

I'm so sorry.

We talked when she got home.

You know, we were gonna be OK.

I just went to the shop
to fill her prescription...

(Sobs) ..and when I got back...

(Cries)

Do you think... do you think
if I hadn't have doubted her...

..maybe, maybe...

Do you think maybe...?

I don't know.

I don't know.

(Sobs)

Time of death - 5:34.

Thanks.

Er, you can get going.
I'll send the paperwork over.

Thanks.

Because she was a recent patient
in the ED,

there will have to be
an investigation.

But this is just to check

that there's nothing
that we can't do in the future

to prevent a tragedy like this
happening again.

Which doesn't mean anyone is going
to point the finger at anyone else.

I don't want either of you
doing that - blaming yourselves

or each other.

Why not?

We were treating her.
All the signs were there.

She said she couldn't continue -
you heard her say it, we all did.

We just didn't listen.

Oh, Bart,
I wish life were that easy.

Look, we've organised
some follow-up counselling.

I suggest you both
avail yourself of it.

Frank and I will also
be here to listen

if you want to talk about this
any further, OK?

Go home.
I'll see you tomorrow morning.

I am so sorry.

A woman is dead.

Nothing we say
is going to change that.