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Do you believe in soul mates?
Hmm?

I'm gonna ask Erica to marry me.

I can't give you
what you want, Annie.

I can't stop fighting
to keep you alive.

Please, take me home.

Ross Frazer, age unknown.

Massive haemorrhage
due to suspected stab wound.

Smells like a brewery.
I know.

He's got a long-term history
of alcohol abuse.

His BP's holding at 90 on 50.

Remember from whence
thou art fallen.

What are you looking at?
I am Alpha and Omega...

Jesus Christ.
You reckon, Frank?

You want to have a go? Hey?

I know thy charity,
service and faith,

and thy patience and thy works,

and the last to be more damning
than the first.

For Godsakes,
someone triage this man.

Quade?
Come on, mate. Come with me.

Behold, a pale horse and his name
that sat on him was Death.

What are you running here,
a madhouse?

He came in with you, Frank.

He was in a boarding house.

We found him in his room.
Where's me things?

Police are still investigating,
but no-one actually saw the attack.

Need a hand?
What does it bloody look like?

Anyone know
what he got stabbed with?

No, there was no weapon
at the scene.

There were broken bottles
all over the place.

I bet they weren't
soft drink bottles.

Settle down. No-one will hurt you.
Get off! (Groans)

Shit!

Roll him over. I want to see
if there's an exit wound.

Nope, it didn't go right through.
Need a CT scan.

See if any of his organs
have been damaged.

Want a central and arterial line?
Sure. Where are you going?

I'm going off
to do three jobs at once,

because somebody,
who shall remain nameless,

has been pissing off Admin
and they're taking it out on us.

I need you to fill out
the admission form when you're ready.

Sorry - do you want me
to do it for you?

Uh, this is Paul Murray,

and he has relatively
shallow piercings to both palms.

Father Paul.
Father.

Can you tell us
how you hurt your hands, Father?

Well, I didn't. It comes, it goes.

It?

Does it happen often?

Only when I'm needed.

Yep.
I have a calling.

When God's in his heaven,
all is well with the world.

But when he's not...

Your hands start bleeding.

You have a deep understanding
for one who has no faith.

Mmm.

All work and no play.
Makes Jack a dull boy.

Mmm, what I'll do is give you
a tetanus shot,

but I don't think
you'll be needing any stitches, OK?

No, they'll disappear
once my job is done.

Still, we'll put dressings on them.

Listen,
put him in the Psych Obs room,

and go and get a consultant down
to see him.

OK. I can't wait
for this shift to be over.

Hot bath, straight to bed.

Oh, no. I thought you
were coming to our place.

Oh, no way.

He looks very sick.

Yes, he is.

He should be in intensive care,
but there aren't any beds.

So he stays here
till we can move him upstairs.

You don't have to worry
about me, you know.

You should be
where you're most needed.

Well, all of my patients
are important, Paul.

But some more than others.

You'll see.

It's OK, sweetheart.

We've just moved you,
which means you're getting better.

OK?

Your husband's still
desperately ill, Donna.

Oh, I know.

The surgeon said he may have had
the stroke after he hit his head.

He may have had the stroke,
then hit his head.

We're not sure
which way that happened.

There's no way
he'd get in the way of a forklift.

Scotty's really careful at work.

So he must have had
the stroke first.

Could stress bring it on?

High blood pressure can cause
a bleed to the brain, yes.

But he's only 33.

Well, age isn't always
a contributing factor.

Can I get another blood sample
please, Gabrielle?

If his haemoglobin drops below 70,
he'll need a blood transfusion.

And I'll do a repeat CT scan
in four hours.

Done.

I'll come back
when those results are through.

OK.

When was the last time
you changed the fentanyl patch?

12 hours ago, so it doesn't need
to be changed for another 12.

When was the last time
she had fluids?

Bart?

This isn't the deal.

We are not doing active treatment.

We are going to manage Annie's pain
as best we can.

And we're gonna make her
as comfortable as we can.

Fill this for me, please.

Sure.

Who are you?

I'm Steve. This is Dan.

You're in hospital, mate.

No abnormalities in his X-rays.

Well, what do you want?

You've been in a fight. We're just
gonna see what damage you've done.

What do you think caused the wound?

Maybe a knife, or maybe he fell on
something, like a piece of glass,

although it's not
jagged enough for that.

Bloods show his Hb's down. He'll need
a transfusion with packed cells.

Call the blood bank?

Four units and cryoprecipitate,
platelets and FFP.

PHONE RINGS
Sorry, Steve. I gotta answer this.

I've got it covered.

Don't waste your time.
Are you able to help us out, Ross?

Tell us what happened.

Why? I'm just a waste of space.

What makes you say that?
Because I am.

No-one's a waste of space
in here, mate.

We'll have you fixed up
before you know it.

He'll probably go back out, get on
the turps, and end up in here again.

Just get on to Radiology, will you?

What's happening?

You're needed.
E.D.'s bulging.

Frank...

..I am trying to give this young girl

the best, most peaceful death
I can.

But that won't happen until
Bart gives her permission to go.

Have you tried talking to him?

Look, I need to be her nurse.

You need to be his friend.

Do you think he can hear me?

Well, it can't hurt to talk to him.

There's so much
I want to tell him, you know?

Things.

We've hardly spoken
the last three months.

He's been working two jobs.

He just comes home
and he falls into bed.

He gets so tired.

Now I wonder if it's been worth it,
you know?

Any more smart comments about my
patients, you keep to yourself, OK?

No, I only meant that
we wouldn't be so clogged up

if it wasn't for the repeat alcohol
and drug offenders - that's...

Oh, it must be nice being so pure.

We're busy.

We're...
Hey.

(Sighs)
Trouble?

Slight difference of opinion
when it comes to priorities.

Hey, listen.
Have you talked to Erica today?

Uh, no. I haven't seen her yet.

She's not coming over tonight.
What?

But that's all planned.
What did she say?

She says that she's too tired.

Man, what's the point?

You can't propose to someone

if they're gonna be
falling asleep on you.

Maybe this is some sort of sign.

The timing's out or...

You're never gonna get good timing
in this place, you know.

Sorry.

Mmm.

It's an ICU patient - Scott Griffith.

His haemoglobin
has just dropped to 65

and Charlotte has ordered two units
of blood for a transfusion.

Jaeger.
Frank, not now.

Can you stay with him until
I can find an ICU nurse?

I'll... Yep, OK.

I've got to go out
for a couple of hours.

Get Gallagher to take over.
Frank, I can't...

Why are you here? You're supposed
to be on light duties.

I'm sick of paperwork.
Want to play with me?

Not today.

Bless him, Father, for he knows
not what he's done.

Jaeger? Jaeger?

He who accepts responsibility for
his own actions shall find peace.

And he who clutters up my E.D.

shall be cast forth yea verily in
onto his backside.

We needed a replacement
for Dr West yesterday.

No, I know I didn't give you
much notice,

but that is what compassionate leave
is all about.

It's unpredictable.

Yes, I'll hold.

Beds still full out there?
Uh-huh. And Frank has just left.

What?
Said to tell you to hold the fort.

G'day. Gabrielle Jaeger
here in the E.D.

Now, I've got a Neuro ICU patient
that needs specialling,

and I was wondering
if you could send it...

Yep, I'll hold.
I don't believe this.

I have just been cut off.

My nurses are gonna burn out.

Yeah, well, my doctors
aren't doing much better.

Double shifts covering for a lack
of doctors, and now bloody Frank.

Every agency I call
says the same thing.

No nurse this side of Cootamundra
wants to work at All Saints.

It's not worth their life.

Sorry. Yep, I'm here.
(Sighs)

I can't spare anyone
to nurse him full-time,

and he should be in ICU anyway,
because...

(Groans)

We're gonna implode.

Not if I have anything
to do with it.

Frank!

No. Thank you.

There may be a way out of this,
but it's up to you.

Name it.

Get the E.D. to lodge a formal vote
of no confidence in Campion.

That's never gonna happen.

You know, I've gone over his file.

You know his staff
walked out on him once before.

You're turning this into
a personal fight, Oliver.

It is personal, Zoe.

And you're taking it out on

one of the best teams
this hospital will ever have.

Look, if they don't want
to go against Campion,

the only other option
is for you to get him to resign.

He'll never do it.

Well, he might when you point out

that his staying is going to have
further negative impact on the E.D.

And I'd make sure it will be
a much happier place to work

once you take over.

But if it isn't you,
it will be someone else.

I can't guarantee they'd want to
keep you in your current position.

SIREN WAILS

Pupils small, but equal and reactive.

Once you're better,
we're gonna go away on a holiday.

To Fiji.

Like you've always wanted.

Have some fun for a change.

Forget about trying to have a baby.

That way, you won't
have to work so hard.

It'll be just the two of us, OK?

You and Scott been planning
a family?

We've been on the IVF program
for three years.

How many tries have you had?

Three.

We're saving for our fourth.

That's why Scotty
was working two jobs.

It's so expensive.
Mmm.

Suffer little children
to come unto me.

Sorry, Father, you can't be in here.

No, please. Let him stay.

You're hurt, Father.
Oh, it's nothing.

I thought you might like me
to say a prayer for him.

Yes, please.

Where there is injury,
dear Lord, pardon.

Where there is despair, hope.

Where there is darkness, light.

He's waiting on a psych consult.

(Clears throat)

Amen.
Amen.

Bless your love,
and make it fruitful.

There you are.
You were supposed to stay put.

I felt I could be
of more service here.

Thank you, Father.

Come on.

There's no breach of the peritoneum
and no free fluid.

Well, he hasn't been stabbed,
so what's causing the haemorrhage?

Ross? Did someone attack you?

They might have - I've been kicked
senseless more than once

by kids out for a good time.

Well, you were found in your room,
so did you let anyone in?

Not supposed to have
people in your room. House rules.

So you might have been attacked
before you got home?

Was it cold last night?
Ooh, yeah.

Then I would've stayed in my room.

I feel the cold more these days.

How old are you?
38 last birthday.

So you've been drinking
for a long time?

Yeah. What's it to you?

Oh, it just might help us
figure out what's wrong with you.

Why bother?

You're not leaving here

until we find out what's causing
the bleeding - that's why bother.

I used to raid
my parents' grog cupboard.

Must've been 10 when I started.

I took to it like a pig to mud.

Chip off the old block.

Your old man drank.

Oh, Dad was so pickled,
they used to call him 'Herring'.

So when can I get out of here?

As soon as we sort out
your bleeding.

Mate, get on to Radiology,
see if you can get them

to reconstruct the images
with finely cut views.

Any word on when
we're gonna get that consult?

Ha. I wouldn't hold your breath.

You know, I couldn't find any
medical records on Father Paul.

Well, maybe he's from the country.
Maybe he's from interstate.

You know, if he says
his hands bleed regularly,

you'd think someone
would have treated him.

People slip through the cracks
all the time.

Hey, you think
he really is a priest?

I don't know, but I do know
that the local diocese says

that they've never heard of
a Father Paul Murray.

Hey! No, you don't.

We need to talk.

OK.

Um, Ricky?
Mmm?

I'm going to Admin to see
about getting an ICU nurse.

Can you stay with him
and do five-minute blood obs?

Yep, sure.
What about my other patients?

I will, um...

I'll cover them when I get back.

KNOCK AT DOOR

What are you doing here?
Looking for you.

Ann-Maree. Von.

Do you mind if I borrow Bartholomew?

Do you promise to bring him back?

Hang on.
Come on.

You walk with me.

Now, will you please get some rest?

Bart's parents told me

they are as happy now
as when they got married.

Happier.

I think that's
what we would've been like.

BART: There must be something we can
give her to keep her strength up.

FRANK: The fight's over, Homer.
No, it's not.

There are new treatments
coming out all the time.

We've just got to hang in there
a little while longer.

It's time for you to let her go.

We are doctors, for Christ's sake.
We save lives all the time.

I've seen you work miracles
on people you don't even know.

Why can't you
do something for Annie?

Why can't I do something?
Because we can't.

Ann-Maree knows it.
And deep down, so do you.

I know it's hard...
Do you?

Don't start giving me advice

when you don't know
what you're taking about.

I'm not a kid.

Bart, it's her journey, not yours.

And her fight is over.

It wasn't a fair fight.
No, it wasn't.

Good boy!

I can't even think about
what it would be like without her.

Not hearing her voice.

Not being able to touch her.

I feel like I've got
a block of cement in my chest.

So, tell me, how do I let her go?

How do I do that?

How do I say goodbye to someone
I want to spend my life with?

You've got to think about
what she needs.

Right now, she needs you
to tell her she can go.

Anyone seen Frank?

Not here.

You'd be the next best thing.
Have you got a minute?

Oh, I think I might be able to

tear myself away from
my busy schedule.

What you got?
Patient in Resus.

Bleeding from the umbilicus.

Definite communication between
portal and systemic circulation.

Which would explain why
he's bleeding from the bellybutton.

Portal hypertensive haemorrhage.

Any history of alcoholism?
Yeah, you could say that.

So, is there
anything we can do about it?

Apart from getting him
to stop drinking, you mean?

There is something
we could do for him.

He's haemorrhaging.
MONITORS BEEP

Ricky. Resus. Now.

OK. I won't be long.

Non-palpable radial pulse.

BP is unrecordable.

Bleeding from
the central and arterial lines.

Push the fluids
and hang some typed blood.

He'll need
eight units of cryoprecipitate

What is going on?
Suicide by alcohol.

Pressure from the veins in the liver

are forcing the blood to push out
through the umbilical veins.

And if the liver damage's
that extensive,

God knows what's happening
to his other organs.

Not to mention his brain.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't
a career move he made when he was 10.

So can we stop the editorials,
please?

We could always talk about
the weather.

Either figure out
a solution for the problem

or you're just taking up space.

Let's just stabilise the patient,
shall we?

Sooner or later, they'll start
testing for an alcoholic gene.

Save us a lot of grief.

There'll always be idiots who drink
even when they've got the gene.

You know a lot about this, do you?

I know that addiction's
not an easy thing to kick.

Best not to get addicted
in the first place.

ALARMS BEEP
Help him. Something's gone wrong.

Why are those things going off?
His BP's dropping.

That rash wasn't there before.
Alright.

He's reacting to the transfusion.
I'm just shutting that off.

Hey. What's going on?

Heart rate's at 130.
Sat rates are decreased at 92%.

When were his last obs done?

Er... the nurse left
about 10 minutes ago.

I had it covered. I...

Alright, BP's dropping.
Heart rate's at 60.

OK, don't worry.
We are doing all we can.

Do you want Phenergan?
Hydrocortisone?

What can I do?
YOU can...

Check the fluid bags.
Check how much has gone through.

Er, 100ml.

Donna, we're just giving him a drug
to counteract the allergic reaction.

Then we need to give him some fluids
and get his blood pressure up.

But that could involve some risk.

Too much fluid could
increase that swelling in his brain

and too little may affect his heart.

Please. Just... just save him.
He's all I've got.

No. Heart rate's down to 40.

Give him 600 mikes of atropine.

Hey.

You go outside. Get some fresh air.
I'll deal with this.

Ricky. Hey.

Oh, I stuffed up.

I was supposed to be
nursing a patient. Five-minute obs.

He had an allergic reaction.
I stayed in Resus too long.

Hey, look, it's not your fault, OK?

There's just not enough of us
to go around.

What if he dies?

Well, look, I'm so sorry.

I should've got someone else.

And especially seeing
the guy in Resus

just doesn't give a damn
whether he lives or dies.

I never thought I'd say this

but there has to be other places
for us to work.

Yeah. It can't get much worse here.

I haven't been able to
say three words to you all week.

Well, I've missed you.
(Chuckles)

Those are the three words.

Um... did I tell you
that I have a surprise for you?

Yeah? What?

It wouldn't be much of a surprise.
You'll have to wait for tonight.

Can we do it tomorrow night?
I'm so tired.

I'll be asleep
before my head hits the pillow.

No, well, our heads
can hit the pillow together

after the surprise.

Well, can you give me a clue?
Er, no.

Von and I have to be going.

So, if there's anything you want...

You're in damn good hands.

And you...
are an extraordinary young woman.

Time for me to go.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

BP's back to 95 on 60.

One tough dude.

No active bleeding at the umbilicus.

But no way of knowing whether
he's going to haemorrhage again.

So, can we do something?

Yeah, well, there's a TIPS procedure
but given his age,

and the number of years
he's been drinking,

I doubt it would do any good.

He's, um, only 38.

You're kidding.

Well, that's one hell of a workout.

OK, look, we need to

redirect the flow of his blood
away from the umbilical region.

We access the liver through a large
vein in the neck, insert a shunt,

occlude the old vessels and then
redirect the flow of the blood.

Can you do it?
Well, yeah.

But it's a waste of time
unless you can get

an absolute guarantee
that he'll give up the booze.

I don't fancy your chances there.
Oh, is that right?

Yeah, that's right.
The alcohol thins his blood.

The liver damage messes with
his coagulation.

I am aware of that.

The whole thing would be pointless.

Oh, thanks for nothing.

He's right, Steve.

You know, the best we can hope for
is that he wakes up sober.

Why don't you just piss off too and
come back with a different attitude?

Er, we needed Ricky
in Resus beforehand, Gabrielle.

We could have lost a patient.
No-one's blaming her, Dan.

OK.
We're all under a lot of pressure.

Hey, Charlotte needs a hand.
Can you manage?

Yeah. Of course.

Alright, I've got other patients
if you need me for anything else.

Thanks, Zoe.

Oh, hey, um, can you do a double?

What? Tonight?
Yeah.

Sorry. Everybody else
has been pulling double shifts.

Er, I've got plans.
Well, can you cancel them?

No. Look, I'll do a double tomorrow,
the next day, I'll do one all week.

But I can't. I am busy tonight.

I can't ask Ricky again.

You're the only one I've got left.
Please, please, please, please, Dan.

OK. Beggar.
Thank you. Ha! Thank you.

(Sings) ♪ Mine eyes have seen the
glory of the coming of the Lord... ♪

Jack. Jack. Jack! Jack!
Yes?

(Sings) ♪ Can you please
discharge him?

♪ Or just put him somewhere safe? ♪

Thank you.

♪ Terrible swift sword

♪ His truth is marching on

♪ Glory, glory, hallelujah

♪ Glory... ♪
DOOR SLAMS

Now, for the last time,

you are to stay here until
a specialist comes to see you.

Understood?

What good can I do in here?

In case you haven't noticed, we're
a little run off our feet today.

So the last thing we need
is you getting in our way

and making our lives more difficult.

Now, you either agree to
stop making a nuisance of yourself

or I'm going to sedate you.

Is that clear?

But priests are meant to help.

You are not a priest.

Well, just because
I didn't go to theology classes

doesn't make me
any less a man of God.

Jesus didn't go to college.

Well, he didn't need to!

BART: "And once the clouds
had shed their tears,

"the smallest of rainbows
appeared among the mushrooms.

"The grass never looked so green

"or the tiny daisies so yellow.

"The little girl kicked off
her red shoes and danced.

"It was the beginning of new life."

Have we... done the right thing?

Of course we have.

We can't make it any easier for them.

And they need to be alone.

He'll know what to do.

I hope so.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Von,
give him SOME credit.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

Ah, BP heart rate's back to normal.

Yeah, and no more bleeding.

So I guess we can wake him up.
Have our little chat.

PAUL: That which gives life,
can also it take away.

Give strength to our weakness.

Hear the prayer we sinners make.

Save and sustain us in our...
Get out of here, mate.

Hey, Jack. Put a leash
on your patient, will you?

Oh, God! What do I have to do?
Tie this guy to a bed?

Hey. No, Jack. Look.

You know, there might actually be
a way you can watch him

without actually watching him.

Now, this is going out to the desk.

So we'll be able to hear
if you leave the room, OK?

It's from the hospital creche,
which means it's very powerful.

(Whispers) It can even
hear you breathe!

(Sighs)

(Sobs)
I know.

ZOE: Erica.

ERICA: What's happened now?

Nothing. I just wanted to
talk to you about the ICU patient.

Oh, about that, I'm sorry.
That should never have happened.

No. It shouldn't have.

But saying sorry after the event
isn't exactly good enough, is it?

Of course it isn't.

But we're understaffed, Zoe.

We're trying to do
10 people's jobs at once.

You want to know why?

No-one wants to work here.

Yeah, well, those silly directives
at Admin aren't helping.

Yeah. I realise that.

But you understand why they're
putting pressure on us, don't you?

Because of Frank?
Exactly.

Well, we'll just keep doing
what we're doing and ride it out.

It will go away sooner or later.

And THAT is exactly what
Admin and Frank and relying on -

that we keep giving 110%
no matter how bad it gets.

But how long do we keep
putting patients' lives at risk

for a fight
that you and I didn't start?

Huh!

Admin now want all agency nurses,
assuming we can actually get some,

to be supervised
in the giving of oral medication.

Where exactly do they think
I'm gonna get the time to do this?

Uh, sorry. What?

Are you alright?
Yeah, yeah. I'll look into it.

PAUL OVER MONITOR:
Hello? Hello? Are you there?

Oh, God, Father Paul.
Is he still here?

Yeah, he won't stay
in the Psych Obs room.

Nice of you to show up, Frank.

Why don't we just close down
the E.D. altogether?

Might as well, considering
I never know where you are.

Well, it's good practice
for running a department, isn't it?

He's been with Bart and Ann-Maree.

FRANK: Oh, sorry to keep you
waiting so long.

I'll have someone see to you soon.

No rush.
You're the one I'm here to see.

Right. Can I look
at your hands, please?

(Sighs) My work is not done.

You know,
if you didn't run around so much,

they'd have a better chance
of healing.

Do you ever go to church?
(Chuckles) No. Not for a long time.

Not that we need a temple
to pray in.

All of God's creation is a temple.

I don't pray much either.

I find that strange.

In what way?

That a doctor who, every day,

witnesses the magnificence
of the human body

and what a perfect instrument it is,

does not believe in a higher being.

That higher being goes walkabout
far too often for my liking.

So where do you get your faith
as a healer from?

Up here, Father. Up here.

God opposes the proud,
but gives grace to the humble.

People who are suffering
don't need a doctor who's humble.

Then you make your path
a very difficult one.

What do you mean by that?

Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone.

Mmm.

I wonder,

seeing I'm not allowed
to leave this room,

could you ask Dr Quade
to do a favour for me?

If you tell me what it is,
I'll do it for you.

You have things to think about.

Mmm.

I can't tell you how grateful I am.
You saved his life.

Oh, well, you let us know
how he goes, OK?

Uh, Mrs Griffith?
Mmm?

Father Paul asked me
to give you these.

Can I see him?

No, I don't think that's
really possible at the moment.

Uh, well, could you tell him,
from me, thanks

and that I never lost faith Scotty
would be alright because of him?

I'd like to at least leave a note.
I won't be a sec.

We'll be at the lifts.
OK.

Used to be our job.

What?
Providing comfort.

Now it's up to a psych patient
to do it for us.

So my bellybutton won't bleed
anymore? Is that what you're saying?

In a nutshell.

Sounds simple enough. Let's do it.

Hang on.

Are you aware that you almost died?

You gotta be joking.

Dan, could you tell Mr Frazer what we
needed to give him to save his life?

Uh, yeah.

Um... (Clears throat)

12 units of cryoprecipitate,

eight units of platelets,
six units of FFP

and eight units of packed cells.

Fair dinkum.
Yep.

You've been drinking
for a long time, Ross.

I give it bit of a nudge
now and then.

No, man.
It's not a nudge now and then.

It's more like you're beating your
liver to death with a big stick.

This bleeding's a sign
of serious damage.

Yeah, but you just said
you can fix me up, right?

Correct the problem
for the time being, yeah.

But we can't fix your liver
unless you stop drinking.

You have to stop drinking, mate.

OK. That's good enough for me.
I'll give it up.

Just like that?
Yeah. No sweat.

I want to be very clear
about this with you.

If we do this procedure
and you don't stop drinking,

we might as well
just be pissing in the wind.

Do you understand what I'm saying?
Yeah.

You want me to give up the grog,
and I will.

And you believe him?

Rolled off his tongue like
he'd said it a thousand times before.

Probably said it the first time
he couldn't remember

what he did the night before.

And the time he ended up
in someone's garden.

So I take it you're not
recommending the procedure, then.

Who am I to judge?
Ross's consent form.

My God. What's that?

Poor bugger can't even read or write.
Didn't make it to Grade Seven.

Too busy drinking with his old man
when he was 12 years old.

Hey...

Do you ever get tempted?

Every day.

Next time I do,
he's the bloke I'm gonna remember.

ZOE: We need to talk.

I'm sorry. Can it wait?

In private.

Look, I know how everyone
feels about Frank.

(Chuckles) Yeah.

But we can't keep going on
like this.

You know it and I know it.

Yeah. We've gotta get him
to make peace with Admin.

It's too late for that...

..even if he went to them,
cap in hand.

So, what's the alternative?

I, uh, know everyone
is loyal to Frank,

but even that's starting
to wear thin.

Zoe, I...

If we don't do something,
people are gonna start resigning

because they're too tired or they
can't take the pressure anymore.

So, what are you suggesting?

We ask him to resign.

If we get the majority of staff
to put in a vote of no confidence,

he'll have no choice.

That's not gonna happen, Zoe.

I can't see what else
we can do. Can you?

I'm just asking you
to think about it.

Have you heard from the Father?

No. He hasn't moved,
as far as I know.

Well, he's being very quiet.

Weight of the world
on your shoulders, Frank?

Yeah. Something like that.
What's wrong with you?

Think I might've overdone it
a bit today.

Well, go home, then.
Yeah, that's the idea.

Listen,
that new registrar of yours...

Taylor? What about him?

Well, he's gone ahead

and ordered a TIPS procedure
against my recommendation.

This'd be the alcoholic, would it?
Yeah, that's right.

What do you expect me to do about it?
You're the head of department.

Stuff like this is bound
to land on your desk eventually.

Oh, well. It can go with the other
400 things I have to answer for.

Don't you ever get sick
of getting up Admin's nose?

And, frankly, it's making things
tougher for the rest of us,

in case you hadn't noticed.

Oh, I've noticed.

But don't worry, Michael.

Tomorrow things
might be entirely different.

Um, tonight's off.

I promised Gabrielle I'd do a double.

Oh, that's alright.
I had the day from hell.

Have you? Really?
Yeah.

Come here. Come on.

What...? What am I gonna do
about writing up Father Paul?

Because there's no admission
and there's no release forms.

It's like he never existed.

Well, maybe he never did.

Maybe this whole awful day
has just been a bad dream.

ERICA OVER MONITOR:
What was that for?

DAN OVER MONITOR:
You're so beautiful.

After a double shift? Sure.
(Chuckles)

Marry me.

(Gasps)
ERICA: What?

Marry me.

BOTH: Say yes. Say yes.

No. Shh!

ERICA: Are you serious?

I have never been more serious
in my life.

You're the best part of every day.

Please, please.

Marry me.

Yes.

(All scream and cheer)

I had... I had everything organised.

I had a hotel room, I had dinner,
I had a ring. I got a ring.

I don't like the size of it,
but I tested it...

(Knocks at door)
Come in.

I don't remember us
having an appointment.

We didn't.

If you don't mind, I've got
a function I have to get to.

You're killing my staff.

They represent some of the patients

that come through my department
every single week.

And these are only the patients
we pass on to other departments.

We feed this hospital, in case
it has escaped your attention.

It hasn't. But yours isn't the only
department I have to worry about.

It's the only one
I have to worry about.

Your point being?

I'm not saying I'm wrong,
but I can't win. So here's the deal.

You lay off my team,
I'll give you this.

What is it?
My resignation.

Don't choke on your Scotch.

(Ann-Maree sighs)

I just had
the most beautiful dream...

..that we were floating.

But you won't be coming with me,
will you?

No, Annie. I won't.

I'll never love anyone
the way I love you.

Yes, you will.

There'll be someone else.

I need you to be happy.

You can go if you need to, Annie.

Don't worry about me.

You just do what you need to do.

(Breathes shallowly)