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Hey! Hey.

DOOR BUZZES

Busy night? Was it ever.

Two multiple MVAs and a pub brawl on top of the norm.

Excuse me, I need a doctor.

What's the problem? (gags)

Are you gonna be sick?

Come through to Triage and I'll grab some details.

I'll grab the wheelchair.

Cate, can you get some oxygen?

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Let's roll him over to his side.

Whoa! He's lost control of his bowels.

You reckon?

JACK: Ugh, that's toxic. Yeah, poor bloke.

Thought you were going home. I'm dedicated.

You can remember that, Frank, next time I ask for a pay rise.

Sorry, can't hear you, Cate.

Hi, I'm Dr Quade. Can you tell me your name?

(murmurs incoherently)

Mate, you've had a seizure. Have you had one of those before?

Chest is clear.

BP's 130/76. The temp's pretty normal, 37.1.

He is tachycardic and his heart rate is 140.

Did he mention if he'd had anything bad to eat,

or something that made him sick?

Didn't get the chance. Something's not agreeing with him.

Okay, abdomen is soft, there's no tenderness and...

..no blood in his faeces.

We'll do a full run of blood tests then, Jack.

And an ABG and drug tox screen.

Very good. Chest and abdo X-rays, head CT, thanks, Cate.

What fluids would you like? Start him on a bag of saline.

Frank, phone call for you.

Probably Newell again. Tell her call to call back.

No, it's not Newell, but she said it was urgent.

Was he incontinent before or after the seizure?

During. The vomiting was before.

So, the fit might've caused him to lose control of his bowels.

Maybe.

Right, okay, thank you.

We need to go to orange. We've got 15 patients.

Can you take care of it, Nelson? My house is on fire.

Frank? Can't find my keys.

Alright, I'll drive you. You're needed here.

It's okay. Cate can cover for me. Come on, let's go.

Don't worry about that. Just go!

Come on, get the lead out! What's the matter now?

She can be a bit temperamental at times.

ENGINE STARTS Go!

Yes!

Floor it!

WOMAN: Please, make it stop. What've we got?

STUART: Justine Read, 30 years old,

complaining of severe epigastric pain.

There's no diarrhoea or vomiting, BP's 110/60, pulse 95.

No history or meds.

Where's the pain? Keep up, Doc.

It's epigastric.

Okay, we're gonna need a full set of bloods,

send off for an amylase, LFT, UEC and FBC.

Justine, can you climb across onto the bed for me?

There you go.

Hi, Justine. I'm Dr Hughes. I'm just going to examine you.

How's the new partner going?

Lorraine? She's a tough nut. Good.

Are we still on for dinner tonight? If you're asking.

Excellent, I look forward to it. (both chuckle)

Jess, can you get those obs, please?

Gotta go. She's going to need an ECG as well.

What the hell?

Where the hell's the fire brigade? Where's the smoke?

What the bloody hell's going on?

Bugger. What?

My dog walker's sick.

They're dogs, Charlotte. They will survive.

They'll survive by tearing my house apart.

I'll take them, if you like.

Really? Yeah.

I was going for a run this afternoon anyway.

I may as well - that is, if Nelson ever gets back.

Thank you.

Alright, I'm swing by and get the details from you later.

Well, her ECG's normal.

Try some antacids, see if that helps. I'll organise a gastro consult.

Come on, Kathleen, that's alright. They're all Daddy's friends - hello!

Hey. How's the house? Is there much damage?

It was a hoax call.

There was no fire.

Who'd do something like that?

Here we go, Kathleen, this is the boss's office.

The special boss's desk, and the special boss's chair.

And you can sit in it.

Where is my lunch?

We're going to have lunch together at the cafeteria.

Why am I here?

So you can draw me a drawing. I need a drawing for my wall.

You sit in the special drawing chair and take out your pencils.

My pencils.

That's right, they're beautiful pencils, too. That's the girl.

Listen, Frank, I'm really sorry you've been dragged into this mess.

So am I. Just as well you're dealing with her.

I'd rip her bloody head off.

I'm not far off myself.

You had any sleep?

Vincent, there's been an accident on a property, patient trapped.

The ambos have requested medical back-up.

Okay. You'll be right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hang in there, Glenn. You're going to be fine.

Careful, mate. The ground's very unstable.

It looks like the doc's here.

Had to be him, didn't it!

What's your problem with him? Long story.

G'day, mate. I'm Dr Hughes.

This is Glenn Turnbal, 40 years old.

He was clearing the driveway when the tractor rolled.

Gotta get things organised. Money's running out.

Take it easy. You're not going anywhere just for a little while.

He's been trapped since about 4pm yesterday.

He's got bruising to his chest and abdomen, but nothing too serious.

My main concern is that arm.

His capillary refill is alright,

but he's experiencing pins and needles.

Hey, Glenn, can you wiggle your fingers for me?

And again?

Okay, that's fine.

What happened here? Tried to cut it off.

I've been here all night yelling for help.

So you cut your arm?

I'd rather lose an arm than die under a bloody tractor.

Except I couldn't cut through the bone.

It's okay, Glenn, just stay still until we get this sorted.

Ouch.

You missed the artery, but there's considerable damage.

It'll need surgical repair.

Will I be right by Friday? I got stock coming.

Mate, you'll be lucky if you're out of hospital. You in any pain?

Okay. Good.

Right, first thing we've gotta do is get this off you

so we can see exactly what's going on.

Yeah, Rescue are on it. They've attached winches to secure it.

Ground's unstable. They're worried any movement might make it roll.

Open up that Hartmann's, run it all through.

Keep an eye on his circulation obs.

Can someone get my phone? It's over there on my esky.

Yeah, sure, mate.

Hey, Stuart, I don't understand why I've been called out here.

There's no immediate need for surgery.

You could deal with this.

(tersely) His neurovascular obs have deteriorated from initial assessment

and Rescue say the stability of the ground

is going to make extraction difficult.

I thought a surgeon might help.

Well, I can't.

Sorry to have wasted your time, then.

Hang on, mate. Yep.

Yep, I know that, Frank.

I don't think I have any choice at this point.

Well, he's stable, he just...

Okay, I'll keep you informed. Cheers.

What are you getting? More fluids and blankets.

The guy's been out there all night. He's freezing.

Why don't you just head back to the hospital? We've got it from here.

You know I can't do that now.

Why? It's not your problem, right? Yes, it is my problem.

If I leave and he deteriorates... Or continues to deteriorate.

If the patient deteriorates, I could be held liable.

So?

Stuart, much as I enjoy being out with you in the open air,

I don't need to take this crap.

You're an ambo and, in case you've forgotten, you called ME out here

because you didn't think you could handle the situation.

I requested a surgeon because that's what we needed.

I'm trying to do the right thing by Glenn.

I've gotta get back to my patient.

How's he doing? No change.

Do you think it's food poisoning?

It would explain the gastro, but not the fit.

Well, we have a name, at least.

Johnny Evans, born 9 August, 1976.

Alright, can you chase down medical records,

see if he's had any previous admissions.

Maybe they'll tell us what's going on.

Don't hold your breath - South Australian licence.

Have we got any results back yet? Nothing that helps.

Hey. Hey, Johnny.

My name's Dr Quade. Do you know where you are?

(murmurs)

You've had a seizure. Do you know why?

Do you have any history of epilepsy? Taking any medication?

Asthma. Asthma?

Right, use a spray for that one? Yeah? Which one?

Van... keys. Hmm? It's in your van?

Don't worry, mate. We've got your wallet and your keys here, okay?

Mate, are you sure you haven't taken anything?

It's alright mate. You just relax, okay?

Right, can you insert an NG?

I'm going to chart him up some activated charcoal.

Do you think it's an OD?

Don't wanna wait for the results of the drug tox screen?

I'd rather get him started on charcoal, just in case.

Better than doing nothing at all.

And, um, set up for a lumbar puncture.

We'll do that before he goes to Radiology.

We'll get you sorted out, Johnny.

GLENN: No. No, that doesn't help.

I can't be here on Friday. Any time next week...

Glenn, can we concentrate on your arm for a minute, please?

Just, leave things the way they are. I'll sort something out.

How's that now? Can you feel your fingers?

Yeah, kind of. They're a bit numb.

His capillary refill time's slowed. What does that mean? Is it bad?

No, it just means your circulation isn't as good as before.

As soon as we get this off, we'll sort that out.

What's the bloody hold-up?

METALLIC CLANK Jesus!

Mate, stop! Check the tension.

What's going on? It's gonna come down on top of me!

That's not going to happen, Glenn.

Rescue have everything under control.

I just need you to lie very still.

Get me out. Get me out now!

Steady on. You're going to be fine. Just try and relax.

We're gonna need a crane.

This'll never work with the ground the way it is.

I'm going to draw up some morphine. What for?

Well, he's in pain and he is anxious.

We don't give morphine for anxiety, and he's managing his pain...

Listen, I told you we had this under control, alright?

You really want to give medication against a doctor's orders?

No, we don't. Do we, Stu?

(sighs) Where do I start?

Crane's about half an hour away. Ta.

It was supposed to be this big career change, y'know?

My own hours, something with MY name on it.

Always hard to start over, isn't it?

I was a medic in the Army.

When I left, I couldn't figure out what to do.

So, here I am.

This place is going to be the death of me.

I spent so much money.

I can't eat, I can't sleep.

I lie awake at night trying to figure out how to fix things.

It's a bloody mess.

You must stay still, Glenn.

(anxiously) I can't feel my hand. There's something wrong.

Glenn, Glenn...

(screams in agony)

He's hit an artery. Need a tourniquet!

We'll be here longer than 20 minutes. He could lose his arm.

I don't have any choice. He's losing distal circulation to the limb.

I need to operate, find the bleed.

Better finish that operation in 20 minutes. That's all you have.

Just get me the tourniquet!

Maybe I can give him morphine now?

(yells) Get the bloody tourniquet!

(groans)

FRANK: Where are you going, sweetheart?

11 o'clock, swimming.

We're not going swimming today, sweetheart. Come and sit down.

(whines)

We'll going swimming on Thursday, okay?

Thursday park. Tuesday swimming, Thursday park.

But today's a bit different. We could go swimming tonight.

Why don't you sit down?

We can go swimming tonight and get something to eat. Pizza.

Oh, Kathleen wants fish and chips.

We'll have fish and chips, okay? Then we'll go swimming.

Didn't know you were such a push-over.

A Mr Kennedy's here to see you. What does he want?

He had a wound infection.

You told him to come in today for a review.

Get Beaumont to review him.

No, she's busy. So is Jack. And Vincent isn't here, remember? So...

I'll stay with her.

You sure?

I'm due a break.

Kathleen, Daddy's gotta go. Von's going to look after you, okay?

VON: Go on, we'll be fine.

I won't be long.

Okay, nerve block's working.

Let's get going, we don't have much time.

I'm going to make the first incision.

Expose the bifurcation of the brachial artery.

Alright, Glenn, you let me know if you can feel any pain, alright?

Here we go.

How are you doing Glenn? You alright?

No wonder I couldn't cut the bloody thing off myself.

Glenn, I need you to stay still for me. Just stay still.

Here's the medial.

Retractor.

Retract the pronator teres to expose the brachial artery.

Oh, Jesus...

Hey, Vincent, do you think we can lose the commentary?

What is it?

There are four arteries in this part of the arm.

I can't tell which one's bleeding. I thought it was brachial. It's not.

Let's see if it's the radial.

Staples.

How much time we got? Less than six minutes.

His BP's dropping, 90/50.

Push that bag of Hartmann's through, put up another one, please.

That'll be the third one. I'm aware of that.

You alright?

It's crazy. This just isn't my area of expertise.

Hang in there, Glenn, you're gonna be fine.

You'd better get a move on. Five minutes has lapsed.

Clamp.

Hey, how are you feeling?

About 5kg lighter.

What the hell happened? You had a seizure. Remember?

His admission forms. Thank you, Jess.

Are you alright to fill these out?

I might need a hand, actually. I lost me specs.

Alright.

Well, we have your name and your date of birth...

Is the address on your licence still current?

No, it's my mum's place. My rego do?

Do you live in your van?

I spent the last three years cruising up and down the coast.

Okay. What do you do for work?

A bit of labouring, bar work, fruit-picking.

All I need's enough cash to get me to the next set of waves.

Ah, you're a surfer?

Yeah.

Maybe you picked up a bug in the water.

No, I've had the flu. I haven't hit the waves in over a week.

Alright, sit tight, mate. I'll be right back.

Lost something? Er, my office.

Hey, how's Johnny going?

He's sitting up and talking. Still pretty weak, though.

Temp's up to 38.5, and he tells me he's had the flu recently.

Mmm. I gave him some paracetamol.

Add some blood cultures to it. Sure thing.

Did you find his asthma spray?

Yeah, it's just standard salbutamol.

I found cold and flu tablets and cough mixture,

but they've just been opened.

And there's nothing abnormal in the chest and abdo X-rays

and there's nothing in the CT results.

Well, something's going on. Mmm. I'm still thinking drugs.

His drug tox screen came back clear. Yeah, I know.

Well, right now I can't think of anything else, unless...

Hang on. Nelson, do we have results for Johnny Evans?

Maybe the lumbar puncture showed something up?

There you go. Thank you.

No. Nil organisms, otherwise unremarkable.

His bloods are another story.

His pH is 7.04 and his urea and creatinine are both elevated.

Really?

He is acidotic with acute renal failure.

Start him on bicarbonate?

Yeah, two ampules, recheck his gases and increase the IV fluids.

An IDC? If his kidneys are cactus, we'll have to monitor his output.

Mm. Let's have another chat to him.

CHARLOTTE: Cricket's the naughty one.

He'll do anything he can to get hit by a truck, so watch him.

Scout's a bit better behaved, but he bends to peer pressure.

So once you've hit the park, Cate, do not let them off the leads.

Gotcha. No matter how much they beg you.

I've got ya!

The lead is at the bottom of the back stairs.

There are treats in the laundry,

so if you get home without being killed by...

Can you stop stressing, please?

Are you sure this is okay?

Absolutely. Look, I volunteered, didn't I?

How long have you had these two for?

I have had Cricket since he was this big.

And I actually found Scout here a year ago.

His dad came into Resus and died. Oh.

And I found him out in the ambo bay with the saddest little eyes.

I had to take him home.

Aw. I would've done exactly the same thing.

You sure? They're a handful. I'm positive.

You just focus on your exams, okay? Okay.

See you later, good luck. Thank you.

Cate, Cate!

That'd help. See ya!

Charlotte. Busy?

Just doing last-minute study for my prac assessment,

But you know what? I need some air.

That's great. Why don't you get some fresh air.

And, um... I'll talk patient symptoms.

You sit down here.

Better clear these files, hey?

Don't want to get our lunch all over them.

Isn't this messy?

PHONE RINGS I'll get that.

Who is it?

Thank you, Kathleen.

We're going swimming. You can come, too.

Please? Kathleen?

Von will talk to you.

It's Kathleen's mother.

Oh! Hello. Von Ryan.

Dr Newell, yes.

Uh, he's with a patient at the moment,

but I can get a message to him.

Righto. Will do.

Well...

..Kathleen's mother will speak to Dad later.

Kidney function is impaired.

We've ruled out a viral infection as the cause.

So I'm guessing we might be looking at a toxin, or maybe a drug.

You told me the patient denied taking drugs.

He swears he doesn't touch them. Not even pot.

I grilled him about it. I don't think he's lying.

You've gotta work out what's happening

before his kidneys are permanently damaged.

I know.

Look, I put a central line in, started him on dopamine infusion.

That's really all I can do.

Treat the symptoms till I find out what's causing it.

I wish I could tell you something, Jack.

No, it's alright.

Hey, I forgot to ask you, how did you go on your exams?

I nailed every single one of them.

Yeah!

Thank you!

BEEPER BEEPS Uh-oh, this is me.

Okay... let's hope that I do just as well on my practical assessments.

Good luck. Thanks.

That's 20 minutes. I know.

We're outta time. We've gotta get the tourniquet off.

Can we get on with it? Almost done.

What's going on? Scissors.

It's going to be alright, Glenn.

Alright, I'm done.

Take that off.

Give me a wet dressing.

Come on...

Is it going to be okay?

Glenn, can you wiggle your fingers for me?

Could just be the nerve block.

What's his BP?

Stable, but he's a little short of breath.

Okay. We've gotta move him out of here.

Alright, we're right to go.

Okay, people, let's move. All hands on deck.

I'll let All Saints know.

We're going to need the splint and spine board, too. (Dials phone)

I'll get the gear.

Yeah, G'day, Frank, it's me. We've just finished here.

Yeah, I know.

Rescue team are about to move him out any second.

We had a few complications.

Alright, I'll see you soon.

You look worried. Yeah, I am.

Why should I bother keeping time on a tourniquet

if you're not gonna listen to me?

I listened, but if we'd taken that tourniquet off when you suggested,

we would've risked another bleed.

Yeah, which you could have fixed. Maybe.

So, instead, you ran the risk of giving this guy permanent damage?

Glenn Turnbal, 40 years old,

trapped by his arm when his tractor rolled.

BP's 90 systolic, pulse is 110.

Nil history, nil allergies. Sustained trauma to his left arm.

Arterial bleeding sutured at scene.

On three - one, two, three.

Severed his CIA when the tractor slipped. Had to tie it off.

Yeah, but we cut it way too close on the tourniquet.

Uh, yeah. He has extensive damage to his bicep.

Compound fracture to the radius and ulna, nerve damage.

Decreased breath, left side.

Alright, I'll let Theatre know.

He has a haemothorax with some tracheal deviation.

Okay, his BP has dropped, Frank, 90/45.

His stats are 70% and he's tachycardic.

I'll do an IVC. Get me a swab and a 14-gauge cannula.

HEART RATE MONITOR BEEPS

Vascular surgery, Hughes? Whatever next?

C'mon, Frank, he had no sensation in his hand.

Come on. You're not allowed in here. (Kathleen whinges)

Here we go. NELSON: Theatre's ready.

Come on, out you go. (screams)

(continues screaming) FRANK: Vincent...

You need a proper chest tube put in. I'll take it. Go.

Come on, come on, come on. (screams)

You'll be alright. Come on. Come on.

(cries) Kathleen. Kathleen, listen to me.

We'll go swimming. We'll go swimming, okay?

The man's alright. Daddy made the man feel better. He feels alright now.

Come on. We'll go inside and do some drawing. We'll do some nice drawing.

Then we'll go swimming.

Kathleen.

Come on, sweetheart...

Hang on a sec, I think we've got ourselves a little bit tangled here.

Let me get my...

(laughs) Jeez!

Come here, guys.

Hang on a sec. Let's get these leads untangled.

Need a hand?

Oh, no, they're just a little bit excited. That's all.

Cricket, Scout.

Sit! Sit. Sit. Good dogs.

I knew there was a trick!

Are you a friend of Charlotte's?

Yeah, I was just taking her dogs for a walk.

Her dog walker called in sick.

Oh, I knew I should've called her back. I'm feeling fine now.

Oh, you're the dog walker? Yeah.

Um, lucky I got here in time. I've saved you the hassle.

Oh, that's alright. I was actually really looking forward to it.

We'll have to go for a run another time, fellas.

Well, we're just going down to Jackson Reserve.

Come along with us, if you like.

Alright. I've got to pass by that way, anyway.

Good. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Good dogs.

How is she? I'm taking her home.

I'm, er, sorry about that, Frank.

No, no, mate. I shouldn't have brought her in here.

You can secure the chest tube now, Jess.

Come on, Theatre's waiting.

Yeah, I'm working as fast as I can, Vincent.

I should never have started this.

It's been years since I've done vascular surgery.

Right, I'm done. Let's go.

Is he stable? Yeah, for now.

Not sure about the arm, though. Must've been tough out there.

Tough? It was like refereeing a bloody English soccer match.

Why? What happened?

Stuart, Dr Hughes - they're as bad as each other.

If he loses that hand, he'll have every right to sue Vincent.

Yeah, what happened this morning?

Fran's got a big mouth.

You're taking it out on the wrong person.

It's not Vincent's fault. Beth's obviously upset.

He shouldn't be dragging everyone into it.

What's he supposed to do? I dunno. Make himself scarce.

If he cared about the people around him, he wouldn't be here.

That's not fair.

Someone blew up your car to get to him - do you remember?

Stuart, Vincent is my friend, okay?

Is that all he is? (groans)

There's nothing going on between us. I promise you!

Okay, you want the story? Right.

I used to have a thing for him.

He wasn't interested, it was long ago.

And anyway, Cate was in the car too.

Beth was probably targeting her.

It probably had nothing to do with me.

Yeah, maybe.

I just don't want anything to happen to you.

Come here.

I still don't like him.

Yeah, well, no-one says you have to, okay?

(anxiously) Where's me board? Probably in your van.

(mutters) Surf's going off...

He's become distressed and disorientated.

Johnny! Do you know where you are?

(breathlessly) Help me, please.

We're trying to. We're trying to.

How long's he been like this? It's been gradual.

It's probably due to renal failure, unless we've missed something.

This just came through.

Uh, his creatinine and urea are still rising.

Even with the dopamine infusion?

Right. Stopping fluids.

Keep him on a fluid restriction of 1,000ml a day,

and he'll need a strict fluid balance.

What about dialysis?

At the rate he's deteriorating, he'll need a bed in ICU.

Get on to intensivist.

And tell them what? Just what we know.

Acute renal failure due to an unknown cause.

They're going to love that. Yeah, they are.

Tell you what - let's organise a renal ultrasound and angiogram.

There could be some congenital abnormality he doesn't know about.

That's a bit of a long shot, Jack.

Well, we've tested him for just about everything else.

And if there's no abnormality?

We're back at square one. He must've taken something.

Hang on. Be back in a minute.

God!

Because I grew up in a caravan I was never able to have a dog.

Now I'm in a flat, so I still can't.

Yeah, well, sometimes it's better to share someone else's dog.

You get all the love and affection without all the responsibility.

I hadn't thought about it like that before.

How do you know Charlotte? We work together.

Oh. Oh, you're THAT Cate. You're the ambo, right?

Yeah. (laughs)

Charlotte has talked about you a few times.

I didn't realise you two were friends.

Oh, really? Why was that?

Oh, this is why I walk dogs.

Because it's harder to put your foot in it

when your only company is an animal.

Look, look... maybe I've got the wrong idea,

but she just seems a little uncomfortable

with you getting so close with her friend.

Vincent?

I-I've said too much. I'm... I'm sorry.

No, no, that's okay.

Look, I've got some things I wouldn't mind doing,

so if you're right with the dogs...

No, no, this is... what I get paid for, right?

Um, nice... nice to meet you, Cate.

Aren't you precious? Aren't you precious?

Have I got a treat for you.

Johnny? John, open your eyes for me, mate.

What is it?

Did you take any of this?

Oil of wintergreen. I found it with your other medications.

Did you drink it?

How much? Johnny! How much?

Oil of Wintergreen's a liniment, isn't it?

Yeah, for external use only. It's 98% methyl salicylate.

That's like taking pure aspirin? Yeah.

Did you get onto that bed in ICU?

They're getting back to me. I'll chase them up.

Let's get bloods taken, check salicylate levels.

If he doesn't get haemodialysis soon, he's gonna die.

Yep.

I'll be at home doing paperwork most of the afternoon.

Call if you need me. We'll be fine.

We'll have to have the OH&S meeting tomorrow.

Frank, it's okay, it can wait. Just worry about your daughter.

Thanks, Nelson, for letting Von...

It's alright. We manage without her.

Really? Maybe I should cut your staff budget?

See you tomorrow, Frank.

There are four books starting with 'D'.

(counts slowly) One, two...

..three... four.

That's excellent.

Your daughter has hidden talents.

She didn't get 'em from me.

No. No, she doesn't.

Come on, sweetheart. We can go home now.

To go swimming? Yes, we can go swimming.

I told my mother she could come too. Oh, good.

Oh, Frank, your messages are there.

Dr Newell, she'll be available on the mobile after 5pm.

Enjoy your swimming. Bye-bye.

Hmm!

No, we can't wait any longer. He needs dialysis now.

Well then, can I speak to an intensivist? Thank you.

His salicylate level is 52.9. Let's hope we got to him in time!

All Saints Emergency. Jess speaking.

Hey, Jess. It's Cate. Is Charlotte there?

Sorry, she's not here. Can I take a message?

Um... No, no, that's alright.

It's been crazy in here today. Beth is on the rampage again.

She's the one who called Frank about his house.

What does Beth look like?

She's... I don't know, your height, blonde, shoulder-length hair...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Cate? Cate?

We've got a bed, let's go. ALARM SOUNDS

Oh, no!

Charge again, 200.

How much of this oil did he have? About 15ml missing from the bottle.

The equivalent of 65 aspirin. No wonder he's sick.

Clear.

Still in VT?

Charge again, 360.

Lucky you found that bottle when you did, Jack.

Clear.

HEART RATE MONITOR BEEPS Sinus tachycardia.

Let's get him intubated, to ICU, onto a dialysis machine.

(sighs)

ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES

(whispers) Boo.

You only just finished in theatre? How did it go?

Uh, he's in high dependency.

Motor function and sensation are still compromised.

He mightn't regain full use of his hand?

He mightn't regain use of any of it. It was a tough call!

If your mind was on the job, not your freaky girlfriend...

Stuart! What's that?

..you wouldn't have left the tourniquet on so long.

If you've got a problem with my decisions, you should report me.

Oh, forget it.

Hey, what the hell is your problem? I don't have one, Vincent.

That would put me in the minority, when it comes to people you know.

What are you talking about? You're dangerous.

C'mon, be a man and admit it.

You shag some crazy woman, now she's got it in for everyone you know.

You don't know anything about me. Don't I?

You stay away from Jessica, alright!

Anything happens to her

and this Beth won't be the only one gunning for you.

It's time to shut your mouth, son.

That's enough! That's enough! The point is made!

Come on. The point is made!

Why don't you just disappear before someone really gets hurt?

They were taken about 2:00 this afternoon, they're both microchipped.

I've already tried them.

Okay. Thank you.

The police want us to make a statement.

I'm really sorry, Charlotte.

You should've called me before you just handed them over.

I know, she just seemed so... What? Psychopathic?

I'm sorry. I'm going to go look for them.

What should I do about the police? YOU deal with it.

Hey, what's going on? Don't talk to me.

Cate, what's happened?

Nothing you need to worry about. I just stuffed up.

Stuffed up, how?

Cate, what's wrong?

Beth has her dogs.

What?!

I didn't know who she was. I handed them over to her...

Where's Frank? I don't know. I think he's gone.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Alison... I didn't want to take her with me, I had no choice.

Well, anyway, it's not going to happen again.

Look, one of us has got to take time off work to look after her properly.

I don't mind, you decide.

I've got to go now. Why don't you give it some thought.

Get back to me about what you decide, okay?

No.

Look, we've gotta have a talk

about what the next step for her is, soon.

Okay. 'Bye.

Doing house calls now?

Yep, something like that.

Didn't have to finish your call. It could've waited.

No, no, that's alright.

Sweetheart, Daddy's going to talk to his friend,

so you sit there and finish your chips, okay?

What's up?

Um...

..I'm going to take some time off.

Going to go away somewhere.

It's pretty obvious Beth's going to keep this up, so...

So you're going to run out on your mates?

I'm just trying to get this clear - you're going to run away.

Somebody's going to get hurt, Frank,

I don't want to be responsible for that.

So I figure if I just disappear for a couple of months,

then she's probably going to lose interest

and she'll find someone else to play with.

You can't second-guess the woman,

so how do you know that you disappearing

is gonna make the situation better or worse?

I don't know, but that's what I've decided to do.

Oh. Good.

Well, I'll tell you something for free.

If you run away, she's won,

She'll have forced you to change your life.

She'll control you - exactly what she wants.

I tell you something else for nothing -

if you think I'm gonna let that madwoman, or anybody else,

destroy my team, you've got another thing coming.

So forget it - you're not going anywhere.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hey. I suppose you've heard the latest?

On what? Then you haven't.

Stuart took a swing at Vincent. What for?

He's freaking out about Beth. Well, aren't we all?

Yeah, he doesn't understand why she targeted me.

It doesn't matter that she hit Frank with a hoax call.

And took Charlotte's dogs. What?

All he sees is that I'm involved.

Is he like this with all his girlfriends?

No-one else has lasted this long.

Really? Really.

Where is he now? Don't know.

Well, if you want my advice - leave him alone.

When he gets in one of these moods, there's just no budging him.

Dan? Yeah?

He'll be okay, Jess.

Hey, you wanna go get a drink?

No, I've got to keep looking for the dogs.

If anything happens to them... She wouldn't hurt them, would she?

Why would she take them then?

Charlotte couldn't even look at Vincent. It's my fault.

Come on, I'll help you look.

SOLEMN MUSIC