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SIRENS WAIL

WOMAN: I've never been inside a brothel.

I've always wanted to look around one.

Why would you want to do that?

Well, aren't you curious?

RADIO: Car 978, proceed with caution.

Assailant's armed and dangerous.

I'm curious about what's going on here. Copy, Base.

MAN: I'll do it! Don't push me!

MAN: Don't do this, mate. We can work things out.

Stay back. I'm serious! Get back!

Settle down. You're only making things worse.

Mate, put the knife down.

You don't think I'm serious? Come on, then.

Mate, drop the knife now! (cries out)

Why is he doing it?

I've got no idea.

Someone's been beating up prostitutes for months.

It might be him.

Put it down now! Mate, put it down now!

Bitch!

MAN: Oh, my God!

Get down on the ground! Get down!

GUNSHOTS

Stay down! Stay down!

Put your hands behind your head.

Get off me! Get off!

I've been shot! Get off me! Get off!

(woman cries out)

THEME MUSIC

WOMAN: Help!

MAN: You got what you deserve!

Stay away from him till I say it's safe.

Those bitches, let them die!

That's enough out of you, mate!

Keep crying, go on!

What's your name?

Connie.

Connie...

..hold this up to your neck for me? That's the girl.

Where's... where's... Mich...?

It's okay. You relax and think about yourself.

I'll get you to hospital...

(man yells) How's it feel to be on the receiving end?

He bashed me and then just went for Connie.

Well, do you know the guy?

I've never seen him before.

Okay. I'll get you something for the pain.

Cate, ready when you are.

Alright. I'll be there in a sec.

Bastards!

MAN: That's enough, mate!

Nelson...

..give Mr Hunt in bed 10 a tet tox and he can go.

Will do.

I am out of here.

Lucky you, Jack.

Campion.

Yep. How many?

Right.

What's their ETA?

Okay. Good. Thanks.

Jack, still here.

We've got a multiple coming in from a siege at a brothel.

Are you asking me to stay?

I wouldn't dream of it,

but since you're volunteering, thanks.

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

Jess, Dan, get your arses into gear.

We've a cut throat and bullet wound coming in.

Okay. I'll check Resus.

I'll give you a hand.

Come on! Come on!

Living in the land of bloody nod.

I really am dizzy.

TERRI: You'll get dizzy! Are you?

Jack!

Hey, little monkey.

Hi.

Hey.

We've got lots of yummy things for the picnic.

Oh! It's about to get really busy in there.

I'll have to meet you there.

Frank asked me to hang around for a bit.

We'll have to start without you then.

But you promised, Jack.

I know, and I always keep my promises.

So promise me that you won't eat all the food

or I'll have to feed you to the lizards.

I'll try. Okay. Come on.

See you there, then.

See you. See you. See you there.

Say bye. Bye.

Is he going to feed you to the lizards?

You shot me, you bastards.

It's those bitches you should be shooting.

He slit my throat.

It's okay, Connie. Try and stay calm for me.

Where's Michelle?

See you there. Won't be far behind you.

G'day. When will our man be ready to move?

Yeah, we're just stabilising him.

He was lucky. Looks like no major blood vessels were hit.

It's not luck, mate. It's good police work.

I'll accompany him to hospital, okay?

You expecting trouble?

He's no Boy Scout, is he?

If we're right,

he's responsible for multiple attacks on prostitutes

over the last year.

SIREN WAILS

It's alright, Mr Kent. We'll get this sorted out.

Ah...

..Dr Hughes...

..we need to speak to you.

Sorry, guys, it'll have to wait.

Actually, this can't wait.

Alright. What's it about?

I think we should do this in private.

No, can't do it. I'm on my way to theatre.

Dr Hughes, we need you to come with us.

Guys, what the hell's all this about?

Vincent Hughes, we are arresting you

for the aggravated assault of Elizabeth Chandler.

FRANK: You sort that out. I'll call theatre.

Frank Campion here.

There's a Mr Kent on his way up to you for a laparotomy.

This is ridiculous, mate.

You should be arresting Beth Chandler, not me.

You can make a full statement at the station.

She's delusional. I didn't touch her. Vincent?

Stay out of it, Charlotte.

What the hell's going on?

Will you leave it alone.

Dr Hughes is under arrest, alright? What for?

Charlotte, I said leave it alone.

That's it. But they can't do this!

You're not obliged... Making a big mistake, buddy.

..and will be used in evidence against you.

This is crazy. This...

Watch your head.

Connie Lovell, 25, assault victim.

Deep 8cm anteriolateral knife wound to the neck

with moderate haemorrhage.

Maintaining own airway.

5mg of morphine, 10mg metoclopramide given IV,

and saline packs applied to the wound.

VON: Can move across to the bed for us?

Can you do that? Mmm-hmm.

Good. Good girl.

Get a surgical team here now.

Righto.

Just put this on for me.

The cops want to interview Connie as soon as possible.

Tell them to take a ticket and sit down.

Connie, I'm Dr Campion.

I want to look at your wound.

I'm going to listen to your chest, okay?

VON: Surgical team understaffed.

FRANK: Bloody Hughes.

They'll be here as soon as they can.

Good bilateral air entry.

I'll have to tie these vessels.

I'll set up a suture pack.

Dan, full bloods and cross-match

and a surgical airway tray on stand-by.

(whimpers)

It's okay. We'll give you more for that pain.

(cries out) Thanks, Von.

Morphine, 2.5mg increments until she is comfortable.

What kind of animal would do that?

We're ready to move, Constable.

Why do I need these? It's not like I'm going anywhere.

It's not my decision.

Settle down, mate!

Filthy scum! Got what you deserved! Shut it!

Bastard!

You wonder why you're handcuffed.

Somebody's popular.

Patrick O'Rourke, 23,

gunshot wound to the left shoulder and left thigh,

entry and exit wounds evident.

There's minimal haemorrhage.

Trauma pads in situ. He's cannulated.

IV Hartmann's is running and I've given him 5mg of morphine.

Acute bed 3.

The patient allegedly assaulted two people.

Scum! They're scum, not people.

That's him!

(cries) That's him! Shush. It's alright!

It's alright.

He tried to kill me! No, no, you're fine.

The police will stay with him. He won't hurt you again.

Alright?

You'll be safe here, Connie, okay?

There you go. Put this back.

Hurts like hell.

FRANK: Yeah, we'll get something else for that.

Is that really necessary?

Taking a look at your wounds, Patrick.

I need to get your clothes off so I can examine you properly.

Um... is it possible to uncuff him for a moment, just...

No. No way.

Sorry, Patrick, but I'm going to have to cut your jeans off

so I can examine you properly.

(sighs) I didn't mean to cut that girl's throat.

Sure. It was an accident - your knife slipped.

Shut up, both of you.

Ah!

Sorry. It's not easy with you cuffed to the bed.

He has entry and exit wounds. Looks like no bullets retained.

He'll still have to go to theatre.

Get the surgical team to examine him.

No apparent bone damage, Patrick. That's good.

We'll do an X-ray to confirm it.

Can you feel me touching your ankle? Yeah, I can feel it.

Alright. Can you move your toes for me?

No loss of sensation.

Are you allergic to anything?

Watch it! You just stuck me with that!

I'm sorry. You stupid bitch!

Settle down! That's enough of that.

Leave it, Jess.

I've written him up for morphine, 2.5mg increments.

Jess.

You okay?

(sighs) Yeah.

Sorry, it's just the gunshot patient's quite aggressive.

He didn't touch you?

No, he's just aggro and kind of creepy.

Alright. I'll get Dan to take over.

Is that okay? I don't mean to be a pain.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. It is not a problem.

What does he need?

Morphine.

Alright. Well, why don't you take that break?

Thanks.

Beth Chandler is out of control.

Is she?

What? You can't be taking her allegations seriously?

Mmm.

Vincent's not the type of man who beats women up.

I should know. I was married to him for long enough.

That was before, Charlotte. What about now?

What does that mean?

We both know he hasn't been himself lately.

Well, he's stressed.

You would be too if you were being stalked.

That's what this is about, is it?

Tell me, Frank. What else could it be?

Maybe just a tiny bit of paranoia.

We're standing here talking about him, aren't we?

Maybe he's worried about what's going on.

Maybe it's all in his mind.

Vincent's not going off the rails, Frank. Trust me - I know him.

Maybe you don't know him as well as you thought you did.

What are you guys still doing here?

Well, we've got to give eyewitness accounts to Police Internal Affairs.

So you actually saw it happen?

Yeah.

He cut that girl's throat right in front of us.

I mean, what makes someone do something like that?

Is Vincent back yet?

I haven't seen him.

So what's going on?

He assaulted a woman.

Jess...

Sometimes appearances can be deceiving.

Vincent...

(sighs)

Excuse me.

What the hell's the problem here, Jess?

I've got work to do, Vincent.

No, come on. I want to know.

Well, what do you want me to say?

You want an apology for me talking behind your back? I'm sorry, okay.

No, I don't want an apology.

Then what do you want?

There's no smoke without fire.

That's what you're thinking, isn't it?

I'll tell you something - that's exactly what she wants you to think.

Let me go, Vincent.

No. What's going on here? We used to be friends.

Maybe you're not the person I thought you were.

Do us all a favour, will you, Jess? Keep your opinions to yourself.

FRANK: Ah, Hughes. Good timing.

More pressure. I can't see a thing.

Have a look.

Expanding haematoma.

Pulse is 110, BP 100/60, sats are 95%.

How did she get this?

A guy slit her throat.

I've tied off several vessels but she's still bleeding quite heavily.

She's maintaining her airway. So far no deficit.

Have the surgical team been down to review it?

Got a theatre but no-one to operate.

Alright. Get onto an orderly. Tell them it's urgent.

Hi, I'm Dr Hughes. I'm the surgical registrar here.

I need to repair your wounds in theatre.

I'm going to get you there as soon as possible.

Group and cross-match?

Yeah.

Let's wet dress the wound, get her out of here.

Orderly's travelling.

I'll do the consent form upstairs.

Sure you're up to this? I'm fine.

Third siege victim's here.

I'll be right there, Von.

Nice and easy.

Michelle, this is Dr Beaumont.

Hi.

Now... she's got multiple bruising -

facial, torso,

possible fracture - right forearm, left ribs.

Nil LOC.

Thanks, Von.

Are you are you in any pain, Michelle?

Ambos gave morphine 5.

I'm just going to examine you, okay?

BP 130/80 and pulse 96.

He just...

..freaked out.

He started slapping me about and calling me names

and raving like a psycho.

Don't you have any security?

Not during the day.

There is a silent alarm that I pressed to warn Connie

but he had a knife - what could she do?

How is Connie? Can I see her?

Connie's been taken to theatre. Right now we're looking after you.

(cries) Ah!

Easy.

Alright.

You're right about the fractured ribs.

Radiology?

Thank you.

What did we ever do to him?

Okay, sweetheart. Let's just put this back on now, okay?

Nice big deep breaths. That's it.

Dr Campion?

You shooting the punters these days, Constable?

Oh, no, not me, mate. The OSG. They're the real muscle.

I was only out there directing traffic.

Glad to hear it.

Any idea how much longer it will be

before we can interview these victims?

No time soon.

Connie's in theatre

and the bruising and broken bones is waiting on X-rays.

Mate, can you cut me some slack here?

I've got Internal Affairs over there,

they're busting to interview the victims,

and I've got a regular police investigation to complete.

Alright. You can take O'Rourke then - he's stable.

He's waiting to go to theatre -

the sooner he gets out of here, the better.

Righto. Has he said anything to your people about why he did it?

Oh, no, no, no, Sergeant. We leave motives to your people.

Yeah, but it's hard to know where to start.

Today's his first appearance on our radar.

Well, everyone's got to start somewhere.

Not usually like this.

Something petty maybe but this guy's got no priors at all.

Life - strange, isn't it, Commissioner?

Does strange things to people.

Maybe.

(sighs)

Hey...

..I just got asked to look after Patrick.

What's up?

He just pushed my buttons, that's all.

Right.

I mean,

why did Patrick and his victims have to bowl through here

the day I find out I've been working with a violent...

Jess, we're talking about Vincent.

Yeah, so?

It wouldn't be the first time someone I work with turns out a lunatic.

What?!

You're equating Vincent with that mad gunman?

Let it go, Jess.

Wish I could.

Can you hear yourself?

We're talking about Vincent,

the same guy you were drooling over for, like... forever.

That's ancient history. Your knight in shining armour.

Mr Perfect. Vinnie.

Isn't that what everyone said about Ted Bundy

before he murdered all those women?

Yep, Ted Bundy, Vincent - heaps in common there.

No!

Whenever anyone is arrested for murder...

Jess... Wait.

There's always someone on TV who says

they couldn't have done it because they're the most loving husband,

the nicest neighbour, the sweetest man in the world.

You rang?

Hey, mate. Hey.

You okay? Yeah, I am now.

Okay, cool.

That should take the edge off the pain.

I can't get addicted to that, can I?

No, it's just a small dose to keep you comfortable.

Thanks for staying back, Jack. You can go now.

I don't leave in the middle of things.

You want to stay all week? I won't offer again.

Okay. He's all yours.

Anything I should know?

No change. Stable. Analgesia just given.

IV antibiotics, and he's awaiting a surgical review EUA.

Hughes is back. He can review him.

What's the thing with... I know as much as you know, Jack.

Okay. See you.

Everything under control?

Yep. He'll need a tet tox when you can.

Sure.

Where's the other nurse - Jessica?

She's busy.

I didn't mean to yell at her. I'm just in pain.

Can you tell her I said I'm sorry?

Um... sure.

Should have finished you off when I had the chance!

Hey, enough of that. You hear that?

Listen, sunshine. You're in my backyard now, so you play nice.

Bloody hell.

BIRDS CHIRP AND SQUAWK

Terri, he ate it all.

He must have been hungry.

I used to come here when I was a little girl.

That was a long time ago.

Yeah, I guess it was.

My mum used to bring me here with my sister.

Where's your mummy now?

She stays at home. She doesn't get out much anymore.

We can go see her and you can tell her what happened today.

Okay. Yeah?

You hungry?

Let's see what we've got.

Jack!

Hey!

I hope you've saved me some food because I'm starving.

We haven't eaten any.

Ever been to a brothel?

Um... no.

Not my thing, mate.

Why would anyone want to sell their body to a complete stranger?

Oldest profession on earth, they say.

Doesn't make it right.

I don't understand women like that.

Supply and demand.

If certain men didn't demand it,

certain women wouldn't supply it, would they?

Why? What did I ever do to you? What did Connie ever do?

You turn innocence into evil.

Amy was an angel...

not like you! (shouts)

(screams) You're scum! You...

Lovely.

Pain. It hurts to breathe.

Easy, easy.

What's going on? Decreased air on the left.

Get her straight to bed. Urgent chest X-ray.

Set up for an intercostal catheter.

No, leave it open. I want to watch her die.

Sats 88%.

Dr Beaumont's going to give you local anaesthetic in the area.

I hate needles.

That's alright. They're just little pinpricks.

Look over here if you're scared. Won't hurt.

One little one.

One more.

There we go. See?

Now she's going to insert a tube to re-inflate your lung.

Soon have you breathing better.

Good girl.

Trocar.

This might be a little bit uncomfortable.

Almost there.

You're doing really well.

BLEEPS

Good girl.

I took her to see Victoria this morning.

How was she?

She's improving.

I have a feeling she's not telling me something.

Like?

I don't know.

There's only one way to find out - ask her.

Sad if Victoria doesn't feel she can talk to me.

There's no-one else, just her and Lucy.

It must be really hard on her,

looking after a five-year-old by yourself.

Yeah.

You've changed, you know?

Have I?

Yeah.

You have to come and see this. Come on. Hurry!

What is it?

(repeats) What is it? Take us over.

Oh, look!

Dr Beaumont's just tying off the tube now.

All done. Is that more comfortable?

(breathes freely) God, yes.

You want a follow-up X-ray?

Yep.

Charlotte?

See you later.

Good work, Lottie.

Thank you. Have you spoken to Hughes yet?

Um...

..I'm not quite sure what to say to him.

Hmm.

BELL DINGS

Hughes...

..walk with me.

So what did the cops say? A whole lot.

Come on, Vincent. You know what I want.

Do I need a new surgical registrar or what?

I've been formally charged with assault and served with an AVO.

She's not mucking around.

No. No, she's not.

They've rewritten the Ten Commandments for me, Frank.

"The defendant must not engage in conduct

"that intimidates the protected person.

"The defendant must not stalk the protected person.

"The defendant must not approach the protected person."

Seems they don't want you near her, mate.

It's ironic when you think about it.

I'd love to never see that woman again.

I've got a mate who's a lawyer. She'll cost but she's bloody good.

Well... anything to get me out of this mess.

Charlotte, Nelson, Jess, can I have a word for a minute?

This ED has got a good reputation because we're a good team.

I'd like to think that if one of us were in trouble,

we would support them.

After all, we treat our patients equally.

It would be a shame

if we didn't extend the same privilege to one of our own.

Got me?

Good. Back to work.

No news on the girl with the cut throat?

There was no major vessel or structural involvement

and she's going to be monitored in ICU overnight.

There shouldn't be any major complications.

Vincent, we need to talk.

Not now, Charlotte. Please, can we...

Yes, Vincent. Right now.

Why is she doing this?

(sighs) The woman is delusional.

She thinks a one-night stand constitutes a relationship.

Did you tell the police that?

No, Charlotte. I thought I'd just wear the charges.

She was in my house.

She broke into the house?

That's what happened to the keys the night we went out.

She got into my house,

she tore up our graduation photo and she put it on my bed.

And that's when I lost it.

I went round to her house and confronted her.

I know it was a stupid thing to do, but I'd had a gutful.

And now she's saying that I forced my way in and bashed her.

The police even showed me photos - her face is messed up.

I don't know how. I reckon she's done it to herself.

You do know how unlikely that sounds.

Don't think that I doubt you for one second...

..but... But what?

You've been different lately.

And what, being different means I'm capable of beating up a woman?

Of course, it doesn't!

I don't believe it. Vincent, wait! Vincent!

Vincent!

Okay.

Should be going to theatre shortly.

Whatever.

Don't bother. Doesn't matter what happens to me anymore.

Hey, come on. Don't say that.

It's true. The cops should have killed me.

Would have fixed everything.

Is there someone we can call for you?

Like family, a mate, someone you work with?

No, there's no-one, not anymore.

Okay. How about a counsellor, then?

Nah.

Patrick, it's no... I said no.

It's no bother. I said no!

Okay.

How long do you think I'll be in here for?

Oh, not long. Couple of days, maybe.

You don't have a phobia about hospitals, do you?

Something's troubling you?

Look at me.

I'm a prostitute.

Who would want me now?

The face heals really well.

But it takes time.

How about I get a social worker to see you on the ward?

They might be able to...

..I don't know, they might be able to organise some sickness benefits

to tide you over.

That would be a really big help. Thanks.

I'll go and see if I can hurry things along a bit. Back in a sec.

Come on, Vincent. Answer the damn phone.

(sighs)

Michelle's ready to be transferred to the ward. Is she right to go?

Yeah, fine.

(sighs)

(clears throat)

Something else, Jess?

Is that Vincent you were trying to call?

Look, I just don't understand why everyone's rallying around him.

Because he's in trouble and he needs our support.

I'm sure Beth feels the same way.

I'm not having this conversation, Jessica.

Women don't usually take out apprehended violence orders

for nothing, Charlotte.

Beth's disturbed.

You believe that?

Yeah, I do.

Do you have a problem with that?

I'll get Michelle to the ward then, hey?

Best you do.

CURTAIN SWISHES

Okay.

Just need to complete final checks and we can take you to theatre.

Right - armband. You are Patrick O'Rourke?

Yep.

And I need to take that off.

No.

You can have it back as soon as you're out of theatre.

No, don't touch it.

Amy gave it to me.

Amy?

Girlfriend...?

My little sister.

Can I contact her for you, let her know that you're here?

Hardly. She's dead.

Shit.

Sorry, mate.

Yeah?

What for? Did you know her?

No. I know that if she's your younger sister she should still be here.

How'd she die?

Didn't die. She was destroyed.

Is that what this is all about?

Save the psycho-bullshit for someone who cares, mate.

How old was Amy?

Sluts had her hooked on smack,

taking tricks at 18.

She was just an innocent country kid.

Well...

..hurting other street workers isn't going to get her back, Patrick.

Really? Jeez, you know everything, don't you?

No. What would you have done, huh?

I don't know.

Don't judge me.

Hey. You off home?

Yep.

I'm going to stop off and see Kerry on the way.

I'm sorry.

I've been so caught up in myself, I haven't asked about her.

How is she?

She's a mess.

Is anything sorted?

No, no. We collected her clothes.

I offered her the money her mother left me, but she doesn't want that.

Where's she staying?

Motel around from us.

That's a fleapit.

Doesn't have that much choice, does she?

She could come and crash at our place.

Yeah, yeah. We've got a lot of room.

It's only for a couple of days.

We're moving into the new place this weekend.

Where's she going to sleep?

(sighs) She can have my bed. I'll stay on the couch.

I've slept in worse places before.

Alright.

I'm sure she'd appreciate it.

Hey - she's family.

Hey, it's me.

I just want to see that you're okay,

so when you get this message, will you call me, please?

CATE: Can you give me a sec?

Tracked him down yet?

He's not answering his phone and his mobile's switched off.

Maybe he doesn't want to be found.

He wasn't in a good mood when he left.

I know. I caught that.

And I don't know...

..where to find him.

He had to ID his baby sister, Jess.

She was found in an alley

after she'd overdosed after taking some dodgy smack.

Doesn't give him the right to beat every sex worker in the city.

I'm not condoning what he did, no way!

But if I was in that position... I don't think so.

True - I'm a lover, not a fighter.

But he's seriously screwed up by it, and I guess I can understand that.

You know... every now and then you can be really...

What are you doing here? Really what?

Yeah, Stu. What are you doing here?

Thought I'd take you to dinner.

She's busy.

No, I'm not.

Didn't you say earlier

something about laundry and dinner with your parents?

I'm all yours. Mount up, then.

I'll see you later, Dan. Don't worry about me.

I'll get some take-out or call someone who cares.

Charlotte's been leaving messages for you all over town.

Another one, thanks, mate.

Yeah, thanks, I'd love a drink.

I didn't ask for company, Cate.

I'll have a bourbon and Coke, thanks.

Listen, did you hear what...

I know what you said - you don't want company.

So... So I'm ignoring that.

Thanks.

I know you didn't do it.

Thank you.

Today was fun.

Yeah, it was.

Can we do it again?

I think that can be arranged.

I think we're done.

Is it too late for a story?

No, I can read just one, okay?

It's upside down.

Alright, I'll read one chapter, okay? Deal?

Okay, let's go.

Let's see.

"It was a sparkling morning when..." They're pretty.

Yeah.

Let's see. That's my engagement ring and that's my wedding ring.

Your dad gave them to me.

They belonged to his grandmother

which means it was your great-grandmother's.

They must be very old.

Yeah, they are.

They've been in your family a long time, these rings.

You know what?

I think they should stay in your family, don't you?

So why don't I take them off, put them somewhere safe,

and when you're a bit bigger, I'll give them to you.

Do you want to wear them now?

Okay. There you go.

Oh. Very pretty.

Very pretty.

Okay. You ready?

(reads) "It was a sparkling morning

"when the two friends set off down the road together.

"They didn't know where they were going or what was waiting for them,

"but it didn't matter,

"because to them,

"life was just one big adventure."

How the hell did I get into this mess, Cate?

I'm being stalked by a psycho, my reputation's down the toilet...

..and I'm slowly drinking myself into an alcoholic stupor.

I think I could handle it

when Beth was just screwing up my personal life,

but now she seems hell-bent on destroying me professionally too.

This morning when the cops arrested me

in front of...

In front of your friends, Vincent.

That's what they are - they're your friends.

It's the most humiliating thing that's ever happened to me.

I'm sure you'll top that somewhere down the track,

probably soon if you keep drinking at this rate.

Oh, that's nice.

I should take you to court with me. You could be my character witness.

I could do that.

"Yes, Your Honour. I can vouch for Dr Hughes's character.

"He realised my glass was empty and without even having to be asked..."

He filled it up.

Correct.

That's nice and subtle.

(laughs)