All language subtitles for All.Saints.S11E03.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-WH_track3_[und]

Simon, listen to me. Listen to me!
Don't touch me!

When I said, "Don't tell Simon
you're his father,"

it wasn't a request!

MIKE: Simon's in
end-stage renal failure.

Laura wants me to donate a kidney.

You think you have allies
in other departments?!

Elizabeth, I want him gone.

What did I tell ya?
Two minutes to spare.

Aren't you going to lock it?
Huh?

It might get stolen.

You kidding me?
They'd be doing me a favour.

Hey, Lenny, there's no food in there.
Try the soup kitchen.

Ah, f... Bugger off.

Hey, Lenny, are you alright?
Dan!

You go ahead. I'll be a minute.

Lenny, remember me? Dan.

I gave you some cake
last time you were in. Remember?

You're...

Oh, God!
Here. Careful.

(Grunts)

Go on. Get away. Bugger off.

What's happened? Huh?

You been on the turps?
Don't drink.

That's what I thought.
What's the smell?

You've wet yourself.
Have I?

(Mutters)
Here. Oh!

Careful. Come on.

Come on. Let's get a doctor
look at ya. Get you cleaned up, huh?

What have we got?

49-year-old Max Haswell.
He's up from Melbourne.

Due in a conference. He was found
unconscious in his hotel room.

Pupils are sluggish.
And no response to painful stimuli.

According to the staff
he was disorientated,

slurring his words and he had an
unsteady gait checking in last night.

We're probably looking at a stroke.

Any idea how long he's been down?
Only that his bed wasn't slept in.

Good luck, guys.
Thanks. What are his obs?

He's hypertensive. We're monitoring
his sinus rhythm and GCS of 10.

You want to intubate?
Yeah, I think we should.

OK, I'll get him into a gown.

You're late.
Yeah. Bad traffic. What's this?

Ambos didn't have
the tools to cut it off.

Can someone get onto Maintenance
for me? We need bolt cutters.

You need a hand
with the intubation?

No. I think I can
take care of this by myself.

I need to get ready
for Frank's conference.

Page me if you need me.

Hey, hey! What the...?
I asked you to wait in Triage.

What is he doing in here?
This is Lenny.

He's a...
Yep. Frequent flyer.

I know. I remember him.

I think he has
a urinary tract infection.

You think?
Yeah. He doesn't drink or smoke.

Normally he takes
good care of himself.

We're too busy for this today.
Get a shelter to take him.

No, I told you. He's off his game.
Look, it's not our problem.

Why should we treat him
any differently

to any other patient that comes
walking through these doors?

OK, fine. Put him into a cubicle.
And clean up that mess.

Lenny!

I think I wet meself.

Yeah. I think you might have
just done that, Lenny.

Where is the bloody thing?!
What?

My thingy. My whose-a-mi-ga...
You know. You know what it's called.

Yeah, yeah. Frank, come on.
You need to relax.

How can I bloody relax

when I gotta stand up in front of
my bozo colleagues and make a speech?

You'll be fine.
Mmm, yeah, bloody fine.

Is that the time?

I need to make a few phone calls
and I'll be right with you.

Oh, no. Don't rush. Don't rush.
I'll only be a minute. I promise.

Look, it's just that
I've got Charlotte to help me.

She's up there now setting up.

Frank, it was my idea!

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.
Terrific idea. Terrific.

But I need you here.
I don't understa...

What's the point of getting the rest
of the hospital to gang up on Admin

if...if...if Emergency
goes to the dogs in the process?

Charlotte could keep things running
just as well down here.

No, but she's not my 2IC. She's...

You are.

Where is the bloody...?

Is that what you're looking for?

Oh, er... Yeah, thanks.

Thanks for that.

You're welcome.

Ah. Good, good, good, good.

So, did you put everyone
where I told you to put them?

Oncology, Neurology and Gastro
at the front.

Orthopaedics, Cardiology
and Mike Vlasek at the back there.

Uh-huh. Oh, what about Psychiatry?

Er, Elizabeth is right there.

Right.

So, what's this really
all about, Frank?

I told you.

Emergency is the gateway
to the hospital.

It behoves us to keep
the channels of communication open.

Uh-huh.

Is there anything wrong with

reaching out to your colleagues
once in a while?

When have you
reached out to anyone in your life?

Plenty of times! Plenty of times.

So, it's got nothing to do with

the squeeze we're under
from Admin, then?

I just want your help
with the presentation.

After that, you don't need to know.

OK.
OK.

There you go.

I'll put it in your office.
Under my desk.

Make sure you close the door.

I'd like to send him for a CT,
then an MRI.

It'll give a better indication
of what we're dealing with.

ZOE: You get back out on the floor.
I'll organise for him to go across.

I'm happy to see this one through.
His vitals are stable.

His neuro reflexes
are almost nonexistent.

Meaning there's not much more
we can do for him.

Look, I appreciate your commitment

but this man needs
a bed in ICU and a miracle.

What he doesn't need is two doctors
fighting over who'll look after him,

especially when I have an ED full of
patients waiting to be treated.

Fine. Wouldn't want
you dealing with a full ED.

Can we get Von onto
finding the next of kin?

However this goes, this man will need
someone to make decisions for him.

I'll chase it up for you.

Any pain?

It's OK.
I can't feel anything anyhow.

It's probably how come
I burnt myself in the first place.

I didn't know I was
resting my arm on the hotplate.

(Chuckles)

You're going to have to be
more careful next time.

It's OK. I like you coming here.

You're the best at my games.

I thought you said your mother was.

She was OK.

But I reckon she gave me easy ones
on account of me being a bit thick.

Now, look, I don't like you
talking about yourself like that.

It's OK. It's the truth.

I am a bit thick.

Mum reckons the oxygen was cut off
to my brain when I nearly drowned.

Right, now, you have to promise me

that you will keep this on
until I come back to change it.

Mmm, I promise.

And you've got to remember
to cover it in plastic in the shower.

Look, we don't want
you getting an infection.

I promise. I'll put the kettle on.
Sorry. Can't stay for tea.

Yes, you can.
Not today.

Oh, ye...yes, you can, Von.

No, no, no.
I've got a very busy schedule.

But we haven't played yet.
No. Um, look, maybe next time.

I've got some real good ones for you.
No, look, I can't.

WATER RUNS

(Chuckles)
Dominic?

What are you doing?

(Chuckles childishly)
Alright!

You've had your fun.

Now open the door.
No. I wanna play.

I told you I can't.

Dominic?

Dominic, open this door!
(Rattles doorknob)

You're just gonna feel
a slight pushing sensation.

Oh! Yeah. It's still sore
from the last time you did it.

I'm sorry.

How was the holiday?

Yeah, it was perfect.
I wish I was still there.

Yeah, sorry we had to
call you back early.

All done.

You right to put that gauze on?
Yep.

Is your leg bothering you?

Nah. Oh, no, no. It's nothing.

It just aches every now and again.
It's fine.

How about I just get some scans done
and make sure nothing's going on?

Nup. I don't want any scans.
I just wanna go home.

Hey, come on,
let Jack run the tests

and then, when you leave,
you'll know exactly what's going on.

OK.
Cool. I'll get that organised.

BART: Took me forever to find a park.

Um, Erica's just putting
the dressing on the biopsy site.

Tell me how they stuff
up someone's pathology.

How they give someone false hope
and then...

Listen, Bart,

maybe the original results
were right.

Maybe the cancer hasn't spread.

Yeah, maybe it has.

How long are these test results
gonna take to come back?

Um, it's unlikely
I'll get 'em back today

but I will mark it as urgent.

Why don't you mark it,
"Do it right this time," instead?

Come on, mate,
I need to take your temperature.

You're not
taking anything away from me.

I'm not going to take it away.

Well, I am.

Just let me put this in your ear.
I promise it won't hurt.

There.

This our frequent flyer?
Yep.

What seems to be the problem?

Well, apart from the fact
that he has a temperature of 39.4

and he's lost control of his bladder,
nothing much at all.

Mmm! It's a bit strong, isn't it?
Yeah.

Lenny, this is Dr Taylor.

Everybody taking from me.
Taking, taking.

Well, you can all bugger off,
you hear me?

Got nothing left to give.

Normally he's pretty lucid.

A bit of hypothermia
during the winter months

but otherwise he's OK.

Just likes living rough.
Yeah. Go figure.

(Clears throat) You itchy, mate?

Me muscles are sore.

Council took me mattress.

Where have you been sleeping?

Here, there.

Tried a few new places.

Can't say too much.

People might wanna muscle in.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Let's get a sample. Rule out a UTI.
And get some analgesia into him.

Bloods?

Don't like your chances until
we get that fever under control.

You hang in there, Lenny, alright?

OK, you heard the doctor.

We need a sample.

In the jar, OK? A sample?

Sample.
Mm-hm. Good man.

Mike!

I just got off the phone
to the transplant coordinator.

She said you'd agree to
a kidney donation. Is that true?

Yeah. Let's not make
too big a deal of it, hey?

Is it true? I need to know if
you're serious before we tell Simon.

I may have let you down in the past

but I've never actually lied to you
and I'm not gonna start now.

Why didn't you tell me yourself?
It's better this way.

For who?
For all of us.

You don't want me in your son's life.
He's OUR son.

I just think it's better
to let the coordinator do her thing.

It's less complicated. I've gotta go.

You want me to chase them up?
They will come!

Sorry I'm late. Er...or not.

Er, first to arrive, am I?

Yes, you are. You are.
Hmm.

Er, not there. You're up the back.

Further, further, further.
Right up the back!

Ah! Here I am.

Obviously not top of the list
of people you need to impress.

However, I am impressed.
You've gone to a lot of trouble.

Mmm!
The scones were Jaeger's idea.

Nice touch.
Keep your grubby fingers off them.

They're for later.

Your show, Frank.

(Laughs childishly) It's a funny one!

VON: No, it's not.
I got one.

Er, a girl wombat...

(Mutters) Jill.

I'll give you a little hint.
A boy wombat is called a 'jack'.

Too hard? It's a jill!
(Chuckles) I got you again!

Yes, you did.

Come on. Please open the door.

I can't. It's your turn.

Dominic!
Come on, Von, play the game!

If I play, will you open the door?

Yeah, when you win.

Right.

Think, think, think.

What's the name for a male panda?

(Scoffs) A boar!
You've gotta do better than that!

Look, I-I-I don't know any.

I mean, you just don't like losing.
We'll play another game instead.

No, I don't want to play anything.

I just want to get out of here.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Can you hear that?

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING
Dominic?

It's your phone, Von.

Yeah, Dominic, that means
someone is trying to reach me.

Now, this person could be very sick.
They could be dying.

So I need to answer that phone.

Dominic!

It's important.

I have to take that call.

La, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...

Open the bloody door!

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

La, la, la, la, la...
You've gotta let me out now!

Come on. Come on!
Open this door. Please!

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

DAN: Got that sample for me, Lenny?

I had a bit of trouble.
I got there in the end.

Oh, either that's the worst urinary
tract infection I've ever seen

or it's the wrong
sort of sample, mate.

I asked for a urine sample.

You did?

No change?

His boss has been contacted
by the police.

He's flying up from Melbourne
this afternoon.

What about family? Next of kin?
Didn't say.

The MRI shows that
the brain injury is unsalvageable.

Oh, God. Well, that's a shame.

He's in relatively good condition
for a man his age.

Hmm.

You know he'd be a perfect candidate
for organ donation...

Absolutely.

I'll get onto
the transplant coordinator.

And we'll need to find a bed in ICU
and locate the family for consent.

Yep.

It'd be really good
to get Von onto this.

I left a message.
She should've been in by now.

(Continues tapping pen)

Do you mind?

Do you think...
maybe they're not coming?

'Course they're bloody coming.

See? What did I tell you?

Hello, Elizabeth. The others
are right behind you, are they?

Er, no, actually.

Oh, that's fine. That's fine.

You're, er...
you're seated over here.

I'm sorry, Frank. I can't stay.

I need to speak to Mike.

(Groans) Er, sorry, Frank.

Looks like I have to
break up the party.

I could make a few calls.

No, thank you.

You should've asked me first.

Why? So you could say no
before it was even an option?

Simon, you don't have a choice.
Yes, I do.

No, you don't. Would you just
think about this, please?

What's going on?

Would you please just tell him
you're just trying to help.

Listen, Simon...
Forget it.

I didn't need your help
when I was a kid,

and I sure as hell don't need it now.

Maybe I should come back later,
when you've got this sorted out.

Mike, I don't think anyone
should go anywhere.

There were bound to be

some strong feelings
associated with this transplant.

That's why the coordinator wanted me
to get you all together for a chat.

I've got nothing to say to him.

Simon, please.
Don't you get it?

I'd rather die than accept anything
from that bastard.

OK, now that's out in the open...

Mike!

That's right, walk away.
You always do.

What more do you want from me?
I offered, he declined.

You didn't even try
to talk him out of it.

Can you think of anything I
could've said to make a difference?

"I'm sorry," maybe?

"I'm sorry I walked out on you
because I was too interested

"in shooting up morphine
than being a father."

Is that what this is about now?

You're worried you won't get enough
while you're in recovery?

It's not that. Believe me.

Well, then, what is it?
Explain it to me.

I haven't touched morphine
in almost two years.

I'm more worried about
having any at all.

I don't wanna get
a taste for it again.

Well, aren't you lucky
your dying son

has taken that decision
out of your hands?

I'm sorry, Laura.

We're gonna have
to put this outside, OK?

Get away! It's mine!

Yeah, this is a hospital,

and that is a source
of infection on wheels, OK?

It's mine.
Give him a break why don't you, Zoe?

Poor bloke's suffering a fever.

And are we any closer
as to knowing why?

Er, well, urine was clear.

I'm thinking it's possibly
something neurological.

What about bloods?

We haven't been able
to get those yet.

Why not?
He won't let us.

Come on, now. Where are you?

Please tell me you don't have
anything alive in there.

Found you!

Mint?

(Clears throat)

You wanna give him the same care
as every other patient?

Get him a shower, put him in a gown
and give him a proper examination.

Yes, ma'am.

No, no, no.
No, of course we understand.

Well, hopefully next time.

OK. 'Bye.

No, no. See, they can't all be busy.

No.

I'll start packing up.

No, no. That's alright.
I've wasted enough of your day.

You, um... Get off.

Am I, er, too late
for the presentation?

Sorry, I don't believe
I sent you an invitation.

Oh, well, given the turnout,
you need all the support you can get.

'Team All Saints'. Hmm.

I like it, Frank, it's, er..

..it's ironic, really.

Sorry, Oliver,
I'm not quite with you.

Well, we all know this was
your attempt to make amends for

all the years of contempt you've
shown the rest of your colleagues.

I judge people on their professional
ability and treat them accordingly.

You're not a team player.
You never have been.

No amount of fancy folders
and scones is gonna change that.

Well, pal, if you have a reason
to sack me, go right ahead.

But you can't, can you?

Because you know damn well that
the media would crucify you over it.

There's no question, in time, you're
position here will become untenable.

Well, until that time,

get out of my face
and stay away from my department.

Nice talking to you, Frank.

Sorry your conference
wasn't more of a success.

(Sighs)

ZOE: How's our homeless man?

Dan's managed to get him
into a shower.

I'll give him a once-over
when he's back.

You do that. I want him moved
through as quickly as possible.

Do I make myself clear?
Loudly.

'Course, he might actually be sick.

Ha! Trust me, he's not.
He's a frequent flyer.

That's what they do.
They play the system.

He's got a fever.
Yeah.

Probably due to exposure
and malnutrition.

Is this a problem with me,
or just homeless people?

'Cause I don't see you micromanaging
the other doctors like this.

Whoa, Steve.
That's OK. I'll take care of this.

Do you have a problem with me?

Our beds are full.
So is the waiting room.

I have a patient in Resus
I can't move

and a doctor I'm not sure
I can trust unsupervised.

Excuse me. I didn't realise
I was still under probation.

I'll remember to wear
my training wheels tomorrow.

Hey, when Frank's not here,
I'm the boss, OK?

If Frank was here, I'd be telling
him exactly the same thing, OK?

Wrong, try again.
I don't want to try again.

I want to get out of here.

Now, let me out right now

or you're gonna be
in serious trouble, Dominic.

You hear me?
La la la la la!

(Sighs)
La la la la la. La-la!

Look, if you can't be responsible,
they're not gonna let you live here.

You don't scare me.
They'll send you away.

Shut up!

I just want you to help me and tell
me what a baby platypus is called.

Von? What was that? Von?

You OK?

(Laughs)

Von?

AH!
(Exclaims) Von, it was only a game.

(Unlocks car)

(Shrieks)

Shut up, bitch,
and do as you're told.

Hey, Frank.
I was just on my way back.

What's going on?
Too late. The show's over.

Do you know about this boycott?

I didn't really think they'd have
the guts to go through with it.

Bloody lemmings.

One jumps, they all go.
Hmm.

I tell you, if Oliver thinks I'll
throw in the towel because of this,

he's got another think coming.

I'm not entirely sure
Oliver had anything to do with it.

Come on, mate, you should've seen
him in there. Weasel. Gloating away.

You haven't exactly gone out of your
way to make friends around here.

What's that supposed to mean?

Are you saying I'm difficult to work
with? Is that what you're saying?

You want me to answer that?
My staff appreciate me.

And that's all that's important.

That and, of course,
the welfare of my patients.

Yeah, but it's not always
the best man who wins.

Sometimes you just gotta
play the game.

Is that what you were doing
when you racked off?

Playing the game, was it?
No, no, that was, um...

Simon's refusing the transplant.

I know. It was weird, er...

I go in expecting this warm and fuzzy
avalanche of gratitude

and he told me to go to hell.

Bugger.

Well, he's a proud kid.

He's gonna be a dead one
if he doesn't just get over it.

Well, there's a lot more of his
father in him than he realises.

BEEPER TRILLS
(Sighs) Theatre.

MUSIC PLAYS ON HEADPHONES

Oh, Dr Campion.

G'day, mate. I just thought
I'd see how you're getting on.

Yeah, pretty good,
all things considered.

Good, good.

Are you hear to convince me
to take the kidney?

Yes. Am I wasting my time?

Yes, sir. You are.

Mmm.

You know,
whether you admit it or not,

your dad's
already given you something.

That aquiline nose,
those, er, rugged good looks.

I should be thankful to him
for donating his sperm?

Bloody oath.

Unfortunately, I didn't have
a choice in the matter.

If I did, I would've
vetted the candidate a bit better.

Well, I can understand that.
But what about your mum?

For her, it wasn't
just about genetics.

She stuck around, mate.

She nurtured her investment.

Made sure it had a great future.

I'm not doing this to hurt my mother.

I'm doing it to protect her.

If I accept his offer,
he's back in our lives.

Only if you let him be.

Don't you get it?

She still loves him.
She's never stopped loving him.

I will not have him hurt her
all over again.

You know what you can really do
to prove your not like your old man?

Stop acting like a pig-headed fool
and accept the kidney.

Lenny?
Yeah?

Where's your trolley, mate?
A young bloke took it.

For a minute there
I thought I was in the wrong place.

I'm in the wrong place.

I'd never have come in
if I'd known you'd do this to me.

I dunno, mate.
You were pretty wobbly on your feet.

Don't think you had much of a choice.

Yeah, and I pissed meself.

That's correct. So be good.

Let me examine you, and I'll have you
back out on the street in no time.

Now...
You put it somewhere safe?

It's under lock and key.
No-one's gonna touch your trolley.

Do you want bloods?
Now you're gonna take my blood, eh?

Is that OK?
Be my guest.

Lean forward for me.

Ooh.
Whoooo!

Feel like I'm on a boat.

Deep breath, mate.

Haven't felt like that
since I raced.

Every Wednesday afternoon.
Maxi yachts.

Maxis? That's the big time.

Yeah.
Sailed in the Sydney to Hobart once.

Now there's an adventure.

How did you end up on the streets,
if you don't mind me asking?

I don't mind.

I was a stockbroker.

Thought the boom would never end,
and then, wham!

It all came crashing down.
Really?

No. Do I look like
a stockbroker to you?

(Laughs)

Hotel was pretty great.

Had a really beautiful pool.

You and Dan should go sometime.

Oh, we'd have to save.
Must have cost you a bomb.

Yeah, too much.
It was worth every cent.

I'll let Jack know we're here.

WOMAN: Bone scans for you, Dr Quade.

Can you believe
she's already met Bart's parents?

So?
Well, I haven't met Dan's.

Oh, you'll love them. They're great.

Well, that doesn't help, Jack.

What's wrong?
It's Ann-Maree's results.

Still got the rest of the week off.

Could grab a couple more days away.
Mmm.

Somewhere close.

Hey.

Sorry to interrupt.

I just need to re-examine you

and then ask you a few questions
about that pain.

What pain?
It's nothing.

It's just that leg, isn't it?
Yep.

I asked you about that.
You said I was worrying too much.

Yeah, and you are. It's fine.

I hiccup
and he's asking me what's wrong.

OK, just lift the leg for me.

Yep. (Inhales sharply)

(Groans)

(Groans)
That hurts, yeah?

Mmm.
OK, stop.

Just tell us what's going on.

I got your scans back
and there's some shadows evident.

That's...that's not good, is it?

No, it's not.

The biopsy
will give us confirmation,

but I'm gonna do a full blood
work-up with some tumour markers.

Tumour markers?

They help us determine
just how far the cancer has spread.

It's in my bones now, isn't it?

Yeah, it is. I'm really sorry.

(Sobs)

Pathology have said
that they'll fast-track your results

and your oncologist is up there now.

He's waiting to talk you through
the adjustment to your treatment.

I thought
I was gonna have a dull day.

Hey, listen, if there's
anything else you need me to do...?

No, there isn't.

ERICA: Ready to go?
Mmm.

No, I need you to stay here.

I wanna come with you.

Nup. Please do this for me.

Hey, Bart, let's go for a coffee
or something, yeah?

Hey!

I've been calling you!
Oh, sorry.

Er, mobile's switched off.

Left it in the car.
Oh.

Listen, we've got a stroke patient

we're trying to get
onto the organ donor list.

Yeah, be right there.
OK. Are you alright?

Sure.

OK.

Hey.

Oh, do you know how impossible it is
to get these rosters right?

Yes, I am well aware.

You pull one thread and
the whole thing comes tumbling down.

Er, Max Haswell's boss
has just arrived.

Stroke patient.
Ah.

Mr Milan? Doctor Gallagher.
Please, call me Todd.

Shall we go through?

Wow. He's got
a lot of things on him.

Max is unconscious
and unable to breath on his own.

Right. Er, will he come out of it?

He may regain some function
but, more than likely, no, he won't.

Poor Max.

We were wondering, are you able to
help us find the next of kin?

So far we haven't
been able to locate anybody.

Oh, um, I'm...I'm sure
he was married once.

Did he never bring
anyone to, I dunno,

company Christmas party,
anything like that?

No. I-I think he always came alone.
I didn't really notice.

Max was the only
old-timer in the place.

Never understood why he stayed on

after they promoted
other blokes around him.

We believe Max is a possible
candidate for organ donation.

Do you know if this is
something he might have considered?

You got me there.
Ha.

He seemed like a nice enough guy.

Always coughed up when
the hat went around the office.

I suppose he wouldn't mind
giving away his organs.

Er, Doctor Gallagher,
he would've had a briefcase with him,

about yea big?

If you wouldn't mind
letting me have it,

it's company property and shouldn't
have left Max's possession.

He had a stroke, Mr Milan.
Y-yes, of course. I didn't mean...

There was a sample inside.

Commercial in confidence.
Mmm.

I'm just a bit anxious
about getting it back.

I'll see if I can locate it for you.
That'd be great.

Gotta catch the 4:30
back to Melbourne.

Uh-huh.

Mind if I wait outside?
Not at all.

Doesn't take much
to end up on the streets.

Couple of bad decisions.

Certainly doesn't help when the rest
of the world wants to put you there.

Tell me about it.

Figured I'd just
help things along a bit.

Dropped out of society
before it dropped me.

You chose this life?
Mmm. Best move I ever made.

Could you pass me some tweezers,
please, mate?

Where did you say
you'd been sleeping, Lenny?

I didn't.

Down in the National Park.

Here.
Thank you.

Found myself a nice windbreak.

It'll be perfect once
I get my hands on a mattress.

I think I've found our problem.

What is it?

That would be a big,
blood-filled, juicy tick.

Wow. Never had one of those before.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Oh, thank God.
This is such a relief.

What is it?
A pneumatic jig.

Huh! That's it?

This baby's gonna revolutionise
the building industry.

Lucky Max had his stroke

AFTER he handcuffed it
to his wrist, then, hey?

Yeah.

Poor, poor Max.

Nobody should end up like that.

No.

Thanks.
Have a nice flight.

Er, Nurse?
Yes? Can I help you?

Von left this at my place.

Von did? Oh, well,
thank you very much Mr...?

Mazzanti, but no-one
ever calls me 'Mister'.

Well, I'll make sure she gets it.

Can you tell her
the answer is 'puggle'.

Baby platypus,
the answer is 'puggle'.

I think she got upset
because she didn't know it.

Well, you can tell her
yourself if you like.

No, I can't. Gotta get home.

Can you make sure she gets it, now,

because Von doesn't like to
go anywhere without her bag.

No, she doesn't.

Patient of yours brought it in.
Mr Mazzanti.

Mr... Oh! Ah, Dominic. (Laughs)
(Laughs)

That was good of him.

He said to tell you
the answer was 'a puggle'.

Baby platypus. Puggle.

Oh. Well, I would never
have guessed that one.

You want to explain, or...?

Oh, just a game he likes to play.

You know, different gender
and names for baby animals.

We try and stump each other.

Well, sounds harmless enough.
Mmm.

Hardly something to make you
run out without your bag.

Ran out without my bag?

Dominic seemed to think
the game had upset you.

Ah! Dominic,
he has a vivid imagination.

Sometimes gets away from him.

Von, if something
has happened out there...

You'd be the first to know, my dear.

A tick?
Yep.

That would certainly
explain the symptoms.

Still gonna run some bloods,
to be sure.

I suppose you wanna keep him
overnight for observation?

Already have a bed
upstairs in the ward for him.

Charlotte, revised rosters.
No nights, no weekends.

You've got me on all morning shifts?
Is that gonna be a problem?

It's...fantastic. I just,
I didn't want to ask for that.

Good. Next time, do me a favour.

Come to me with any concerns
instead of relying on Frank.

OK.

Oliver.

Covering for your boss again.

Where is he, by the way?
Back from his little chat yet?

Is there anything
I can help you with?

There you go, covering again.

I don't know how this place
would run without you.

The ED runs smoothly
because of Frank Campion.

Oh.
I just help it along.

Well, I understand your loyalty,

but keeping an eye on
the future of this place

is an important part of my job.

So don't think your hard work
and dedication has gone unnoticed.

Frank.

What did he want?

He was paying me
a compliment, actually.

(Scoffs)
What's wrong with that?

He's just playing us off
against each other. You know that.

And maybe he was just trying to
give me a little bit of praise,

which is a helluva lot more
than you ever do.

(Sighs) What do you want me to say?
"Job well done." I don't know.

Anything would be nice.

Haven't I got enough to deal with?

Look, I have backed you
all the way in this dispute.

I have given you
all the support I could give you.

A little bit of thanks
wouldn't go astray.

Oh, alright. Thank you.

Happy now?
PHONE RINGS

Yes?

I'll let her know.
They've got a bed in ICU for you.

Is that it?
Yes. That's it.

OK. I think we can
roll him back now.

Max, we're gonna transfer you
up to ICU soon.

That means if
we can find someone,

a relative who can give us consent,
you could donate your organs.

I'm not sure if this is something
that you've thought about doing,

but, if you have,
you'd be doing a really great thing.

GABRIELLE: Hear, hear.

Frank, you haven't seen Bart?
No. Why?

I just thought
he might be looking for you.

Ann-Maree's got secondaries.

Where?
On the bone.

She's got shadows on her femur.

Where is she?

Er, well, she's in Oncology
going over treatment options.

Erica's with her.
And Bart's not?

Tsk!

I just heard, mate. I'm so sorry.

That was the first real holiday
I've been on since I was a kid.

I went straight from school
to university.

Spent all my breaks studying...

..and then started here.

Where has it all got me?

All that medical knowledge,
that experience...

It means nothing when
the person you love is sick

and you can't do
a damn thing about it!

Yeah, it's gonna be hard.

Harder for you because
you wanna do something about it.

You should be able to do something
about it, but you can't.

But none of us can.

It's not fair.

No, Homer, it's not.

Lenny, we're ready to travel.
Just give us a minute, mate.

Er, hey, I heard on the grapevine

that the hospital's
throwing out some old mattresses.

Single or double?
I'd say they're single.

I'll have a look.
You do that.

Just hold on a minute.

Um, I'm OK now, thanks.

Where's Bart?

Er, he's...just here.

I was just coming to see you.
Do you think you can take me home?

What did the oncologist say?
I wanna go home.

You OK?
Yeah. It's just sad.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Mike!
Oh, Laura.

I'm sorry.
I got tied up in surgery and I...

Er, what was that for?

Whatever you said to Simon
that made him change his mind.

He's changed his mind?
Yes. He's agreed to the operation.

(Sighs) Oh.
Thank you.

Wow. Um, you know,
I didn't really...

Nothing matters. What's important now
is we get the transplant scheduled.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course.

And whatever help you need through
the post-op pain, I'll be there.

I'll be fine, Laura.
You just concentrate on Simon.

You're a good man, Miklos.

You're working late.

I'm on your rounds now, am I?

Maybe.
You want a drink?

I actually just wanted to apologise
for not being at your talk today.

Hmmh!

I think what you were trying to do
was really important.

(Scoffs) What?

Suck up to colleagues
who couldn't give a rat's what I did

as long as it doesn't interfere with

the running of
their own departments?

Opening up communication.
We are all in this together.

Might as well be working as a team.

You know why I got into medicine?

Not to play politics

with some penny-pinching,
arse-covering suits,

that's for sure.

Frank, maybe you should be keeping
your head down at the moment.

Why? Because Oliver's
got it in for me?

I could not give a toss.

What about the patients
who walk through the ED?

They're the ones who are gonna
suffer if you don't let this go.

They'll suffer
a damn sight more if I do.

Oliver cares much more
about his bottom line

than the welfare of
any single one of them.

And I'm buggered if
I'm gonna be put in a position

where I have to tell another family
that their loved one has died

because we're too cheap
to fix the bloody beds.

It was you who
blew the whistle on that?

Damn right it was.

And if Oliver Maroney wants
a fight over it, he'll get it.

Leave that.

Come on, leave that.

We will get through this if...
What do you mean 'we'?

You are NOT the one dying!
Don't tell me how this is gonna be!

Oh, you think you're the only one
who's pissed off about this?

(Yells) Hey, you think
it only affects you?

Yeah, yeah!
I think it only affects me!

Annie! Come on....
(Slams door) Thanks, Bart!

Just...

(Quietly) I'm sorry. (Sighs)

I'm sorry.