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Mind if I join you?

CATE: It's this cute B&B in the mountains.

It's got a great view from the sauna.

Thought a weekend away might be fun.

What's going on, Vincent?

If your mate showing up has brought back bad memories for you,

then can you talk to me?

Seriously, Cate, there's nothing to talk about.

Yeah, that's what's worrying me.

Look, it's going to be fine. Really.

B&B sounds great.

Don't sound so enthusiastic.

I'll see you inside, okay?

SCREAMS Oh, my God!

Jesus, Cate. Are you alright?

Mate, you with us? Can you hear me?

Got a pulse. Stabilise his head and neck.

Call the ED. We need help. I've got it.

He's got a medical ID bracelet on.

Malcolm Winters.

Malcolm, just stay as still as you can, please.

SPENCE: Malcolm, can you open your eyes?

Get the oxygen on to him.

NELSON: What the hell happened? He fell from the balcony.

Malcolm, there's oxygen going on now.

We're putting a collar on to stabilise your neck.

Equal and reactive. Figure that out.

Must've landed on his feet, or his head would've cracked like a melon.

Let's log roll him onto the spine board. Careful with that leg.

On three - one, two, three.

On three - one, two, three.

Sorry, mate.

Everybody ready? On my count. One, two, three.

We've got you, Malcolm.

Let's get him outta here.

Let's get those pyjamas off him.

Okay. What's the story?

Malcolm Winters. He's wearing a hospital ID bracelet.

Fell from a balcony or jumped - we don't know.

Jess, I wanna know what ward he's from. I want details now!

Dan's already on it.

Call Radiology. We need a full trauma series.

Malcolm, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?

Good boy. Now, can you tell me what happened?

Alright. Take it easy.

Call the orthopods. They need to see that leg now.

Looks like he's had recent surgery.

Get a pressure bandage on that arm or it'll bleed everywhere.

I want vitals. Talk to me, people. Yep, onto it, Frank.

Alright. Bloods, group and cross-match, ABG, the works.

Charlotte, how's the cannula going? Getting there.

He's tachycardic, 120, and his sats are at 95%.

What fluids do you want up?

Start him on a bag of Hartmann's stat.

Better get the poor man some morphine.

That has gotta hurt. BP is 100/70.

Okay. We've got on obvious compound tib and fib fracture. Anything else?

Rapid deceleration and blunt trauma.

Possible internal injuries and fractures we can't identify yet.

We're at the tip of the iceberg. Stay on your toes, people.

No, you won't find him on the ward. He's fallen off the balcony.

He's in the ED.

Von, drug check, please? Yeah.

Trust me, I'm not joking. Yeah, okay.

What consultant's he under? I need his medical history, now.

Nice slow start to the day, hey?

How's he doing?

Well, he's a bloody mess, but other than that, it's hard to tell.

Not much chance of doing your assessment, then?

Not for a while, at least.

I'll just have to play by myself, I suppose.

Unless you're not doing anything right now, Von?

No? My luck had to run out sometime, I suppose.

MACHINE BEEPS

Can't find a pedal pulse.

Morphine 10 in 10. Yep.

He's got vascular compromise in his foot.

I'll page the orthos again.

Frank, he needs a manual reduction.

Forget the orthos, Curtis. Give me counter-traction on his upper leg.

Morphine in.

Come on, Cate.

Morphine's in.

Gotcha.

Got a pulse.

You right here? I gotta go to Triage.

Sure.

Okay. 43 years old. Had an umbilical hernia repair yesterday afternoon.

Due for discharge this morning. No allergies or suicidal tendencies.

Next of kin been notified?

Can you believe the ward expected me to do it.

What ward's that? Ward 12.

I'd believe anything of those clowns.

That's a three-storey fall.

Lucky so many doctors turned up for work at the same time.

Lucky.

Wet dress this, will you, Goldman, and set up for a back slab.

He needs a tet-tox and antibiotics.

They're stabilising him for theatre so I'm free now if...

Got any scissors in your office? Uh, yep.

Good.

We'll head up to the Medical Education Centre

and run through some practical scenarios,

just as soon as I've finished this.

G'day, mate. Hey.

You're here early. Got a lift.

You paged?

Vincent? You wanted me?

Resus. What have we got?

G'day, it's Vincent Hughes in the ED.

I called earlier about an orthopaedic review

on a trauma patient we have.

Given that we don't call you for fun,

get someone down here now to review him before Theatre?

Thank you.

Okay. Once we have that ankle X-ray, the doctor will see you.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

No problem.

Constable Saunders. G'day.

Come through.

It's really good to see you. You're looking really well.

Thanks. I feel pretty good too.

I feel really lucky.

Shot myself in the head,

lived to walk, talk and chew gum all at the same time.

And it's only been, what, four months?

Yeah, about that.

You guys must've done a really good job on me.

Discharged from rehab with all my marbles intact.

I could be back on the force within a few months.

So what brings you in here today?

Headache. Been giving me grief.

Okay. Well, let's take a look at you, then.

How long have you been getting the headaches for?

A couple of weeks.

They're not bad, they're just bloody annoying.

Well, you've done the right thing coming in.

They may not be serious,

but given your history, it's better safe than sorry.

I just want something to stop them.

The Medical Assessment Board's soon to clear me for work.

Don't want a headache stopping me.

Why would you want to go back?

I'm a cop, Jess. That's who I am.

He's developed decreased air entry on the left side, Frank.

Malcolm, can you take a big, deep breath, please, mate?

Malcolm? Can you hear me?

Probable left pneumothorax.

Not surprised, given the rib fractures.

Jack, scrub up for a chest tube. Let's do another chest X-ray.

Malcolm, can you hear me? His GCS is down.

Sats are at 92% and BP's dropped - it's 100/50.

Alright, get the FAST.

After that, I'll induce and tube him.

I'll need central and arterial lines. That's you, Beaumont.

Why do you wanna be a nurse practitioner anyway?

Well, it seems a waste of my training

spending the rest of my career pushing papers.

Keen to get back to the type of nursing you did in the Territory?

Done your homework. I just don't like surprises.

Actually, I do, I love them, but I want to choose when they happen.

Now, look at this. This is crucial.

You've gotta fold here... and here.

Uh, look, Spence... So, where were we?

Uh, folding along the lines.

Up north, there are fewer specialists, fewer GPs.

Everyone's expected to go a bit more hands-on.

So there's more chance for advanced practice, right?

Right.

So you say to yourself,

"A lot of what I see around here is routine, everyday stuff.

"I've got the training and experience to examine these patients,

"to make a preliminary diagnosis, order tests and assess the results.

"I could speed things up considerably," you say,

"but the hospital won't let me.

"The hospital makes those patients wait for a doctor

"before any of this can happen.

And that pisses you off.

Yeah. It does.

You know, as a nurse practitioner I could make a big difference here.

Ah, yes, but can you make a mouse called Monty?

I'm sorry?

Kids love them.

Nothing like a paper animal to make a distressed 3-year-old happy

while you examine him.

Well, let's go to the Education Centre and play with the dollies.

FRANK: Got anything there, Hughes?

He's got free blood around the liver. He's haemorrhaging.

Let's start on the packed cells. FFP and platelets.

Cross-match for another 12 units.

His BP's 95/50 and his sats are only 88%.

He needs an urgent laparotomy.

What the hell is going on with his respiration?

Continuing to deteriorate.

We can't send him to Theatre in this state. He's too unstable.

Let's do another chest X-ray and blood gases.

Hold on, hold on. He's got subcutaneous emphysema.

Let's pretend I'm not sure what you're talking about. Explain?

It's free air in the subcutaneous tissue.

It's an indication of an airway rupture.

Alright. Draw up Sux and Midaz.

Jack'll do a bronchoscopy to see what's going on.

Sorry? Me? Yes, you. Go on, gown up. Go!

We haven't got time to muck around.

Do you think it's the right moment to throw Jack in the deep end?

It's a great moment. He needs to learn sometime.

Come on, Jack. Hurry up!

He's only done one of these once before.

I don't care, Frank. My student, my call.

Jack, come on. The guy's dying.

SIREN WAILS

DAN: BP is dropping.

VINCENT: Be thorough, Jack. Be thorough.

The rupture you're looking for may be really tiny.

You don't want to miss it.

Okay, two bags of O-neg up. Run it straight through.

I've got nothing yet. Vincent, sure you don't wanna do this?

Look for a lesion along the tracheobronchial tree.

Remember that with rapid deceleration injuries,

the right bronchus is generally more affected than the left.

Clock's ticking.

There are too many secretions. I can't see anything.

He's continuing to deteriorate, Vincent.

You heard her, Jack.

Right, got it.

There's a transverse tear between the tracheal rings

on the right main bronchus above the carina.

So we need to temporarily bridge the tear using the artificial airway

to stop the leak.

Do this by bypassing the lesion with the ET tube

and then positioning the cuff distal to the tear.

Okay. Do it. Okay.

I'll deflate the cuff.

Can you advance the tube?

That's it. Stop.

Re-inflate.

Let me secure the tube.

Withdraw the scope.

Sats are improving. 95%.

98%.

Nice work, Jack.

Get him to Theatre before something else goes wrong.

Jack. What are your priorities once we get him off the table?

We need to systematically look for damage in the gut, spleen, liver,

pancreas, the abdo wall and the diaphragm.

What's up Hughes' bum today? How would I know?

Frank, this is Mrs Winters, Malcolm's wife.

Hello, Mrs Winters.

Oh, my God! Malcolm! Malcolm!

Mrs Winters, please, you can't go with him.

We're taking him to Theatre urgently.

What happened? Hasn't anybody told you?

No. I came to take him home, they said to come here.

Your husband fell from a balcony.

What do you mean he fell? How could he fall?

Von. Von will take you to the quiet room.

I'll explain in a minute. This way...

I want to know what happened to my husband, and now!

We're trying to find out exactly what happened, please.

Is that hospital-speak for passing the buck,

or you really don't know?

I've got a right to know how my husband ended up here.

She just turned up, Frank. By herself?

Right.

Alright, Jess. Who's next?

Peter Saunders. Constable Peter Saunders.

You have got a patient ready for discharge.

You don't even notice he falls off one of your balconies.

And when his pregnant wife comes to take him home,

you tell her nothing at all about what's happened,

then you send her down here unaccompanied!

Damn right there'll be an incident report,

and it better include the words 'negligent' and 'incompetent'.

Then you can look forward to the bloody inquest.

What on earth is that?

Frank, thought you might like to know Pete Saunders is here.

Remember him?

He's doing really well, in case you're interested.

Yes, Cate. I'm well aware of how he's doing. Thank you.

It's just a bloody headache.

Maybe, but I'd like to do a full assessment.

How have you been feeling generally?

Yeah...

Had a bit of a problem with eyesight when I left rehab,

but that's cleared up now.

Apart from that...

Are the headaches a new thing? Yeah. A couple of weeks.

Any vomiting, nausea?

No.

Did you suffer migraines before the incident?

No.

I've ordered his old notes from Medical Records.

Thanks, Jess. Are you on medication right now?

No.

I'm feeling good enough to return to active duty,

but in order to do that,

I have to pass a physical and a psych assessment.

That'll be the hard part.

But I've been working with a police counsellor, ex-sergeant.

Good bloke.

Isn't it too early to return to work?

Jess asked me the same thing.

A bloke's got to earn a living.

I understand that, but...

But nothing. I want to work.

So, can you fix up the headaches?

I'll need to examine you.

I'll order a head CT to rule out any acute pathology.

Good. Then do it then.

There's a pretty major liver tear there.

Suction. And sponge.

That's a lot of blood.

Hepatic injuries are profuse bleeders

due to the friability of the liver tissue,

extensive blood supply and blood storage capacity.

Mmm. They did actually mention that in the anatomy course.

Vincent, thanks for backing me before with Frank.

I think Frank's got issues about letting you go.

You think?

Either that or he has no faith in my ability to teach you anything.

You be the judge.

Either way, how did you know I could do it?

The bronchoscopy.

Oh. I didn't.

I don't understand. What was he doing on a balcony?

I don't know.

I've spoken to the nursing unit manager of his ward

and according to them, he was going to call you.

He did. Said I could come and get him.

He'd been paroled, he said. He made a joke of it.

How the hell does something like this happen?

All I know is he was very lucky to survive the fall

and his injuries are extensive.

How extensive?

He has a severely fractured leg which will be repaired in surgery.

He has several broken ribs.

He has an internal injury to his trachea.

He has some internal bleeding,

and that's why we got him to Theatre.

But the important thing is that he's come this far -

that's a very positive sign.

He was in your care. You were supposed to look after him!

Why don't I get a social worker to talk to you?

I don't need a bloody social worker! I need answers!

JACK: You know, I wasn't looking forward to doing this rotation.

To be honest, I didn't know how you and I would work together,

especially one-on-one like this.

Yeah? Mmm.

Why is that? I don't know.

It's not like we've got anything in common.

Except Charlotte, I guess.

We know how that turned out.

Pringle manoeuvre, Jack.

And that would be?

Didn't they teach you anything at med school?

Try to obtain control by sticking your finger through the hole.

Mm-hm.

Use a Satinsky clamp to stop the bleed.

That way we access and repair the liver.

Okay.

Good.

Ah, Spence. How's he doing?

Well, he didn't break the doll in the Education Centre.

Pleased to hear it.

I'd see how he goes assessing a live patient,

but there's no kids waiting.

That would be a first.

I suggested we mug some kid for his trainers,

but Nelson wasn't keen on the idea.

So I might have to implement plan B.

You have a plan B?

Always have a plan B.

Head CT for you, Dr Beaumont. Thanks, Daniel.

Are those bloody things breeding?

Is that Constable Saunders? Uh-huh.

Yeah, they're really good blokes, and I didn't know the half of it.

Everyone's been really supportive.

That's great, Pete.

Constable Saunders, good to see you looking so well.

Dr Campion.

Well, the good news is that nothing acute turned up in the head CT.

There's evidence of the original injury, but no abnormalities.

So they're just ordinary headaches, right? They'll go away?

I'll get a specialist to review you.

It's likely the headaches are a side-effect of the head injury.

If that's the case, you may keep suffering them,

or they could stop any time - no way of telling at this stage.

It can't be the old injury. They've only just started.

If it was the head injury, I would have had them all along, right?

Not necessarily. These things take... time.

It's only been a few months.

I don't need this. Be patient. It takes time.

I want them gone and gone now!

Alright, alright. Calm down.

Just sit back, Pete. I'm wasting my time here.

Pete, you've gotta allow for setbacks.

It's okay. It's okay.

Get the trolley.

Draw up diazepam, 10mg, and I'll need IV access.

Frank!

Somehow I don't think this is just a headache.

Pete, can you hear me?

He's still out of it.

He'll be like that for a while yet.

What do his medical records say?

It's happened once before.

He suffered a partial seizure post-operatively.

No specific findings were noted.

That can happen with a head injury.

We'll get a repeat head CT and an MRI. I'll get Oscar Wu to come down.

Okay.

Cate, special him. Keep him on strict 15-minute neuro obs.

Let me know if there's any change.

Okay, guys. He's all yours.

He's stabilised.

Blood pressure's 130/70. Heart rate's settled.

What are his chances?

I don't know, Jack.

Okay, obviously I put my foot in it there before.

Vincent, if I've done something wrong, tell me about it.

You took your mind off the patient. Was that wrong? You tell me.

Okay.

Well, I learned a lot off you in there today.

I might even get hooked on surgery.

I didn't put you off it, then?

Are you kidding me? I love it. It's good.

Yeah. I know what you mean.

My first week as a surgical resident, I just knew it was right.

I had my whole career in neurosurgery planned out.

What stopped you specialising?

Joined the Army.

Why'd you join up if it stopped you doing what you wanted?

Long story.

None of my business? Nup.

Listen, Vincent, here's the deal.

Teach me to be half as good as you

and I'll teach you to be twice the teacher.

Deal.

Let's go talk to his wife.

Right, he had a debridement of the wound and fracture

and a repair in Theatre of the dura with no post-op complications.

And he's having headaches now, you say?

Yes, and a seizure.

Right.

The occasional headache and fit is a small price to pay

for a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.

He's a very lucky man.

You know, I never did find out why he did it.

He was suffering post-traumatic stress.

And someone rode him till he cracked.

Well, I'm leaning towards a post-traumatic epilepsy

as a diagnosis.

I assume you've ordered repeat scans? Yep.

Let me know when they come back and I'll review him.

Thanks.

Oh, and Frank - he didn't put a gun to his head

simply because someone gave him a hard time.

It doesn't work that way.

Nelson, meet Joey.

So this is plan B.

Hey, Spence.

So this is him?

Joey, meet Nelson.

G'day, Joey.

So what are we doing here?

Full physical examination, assessment, preliminary diagnosis

and suggestions for management, thanks, Nelson.

Did you fold that paper exactly the way I showed you?

Yep.

Cool.

So, Joey. What are you listening to?

You wouldn't have heard of them.

Try me.

Green Day, Jet. Stuff like that.

You're into the guitar bands, hey? Yeah.

You play? Only air guitar.

So how old are you? Guess.

You said $20 an hour, right? I said $10.

Frank...

..the repeat scans came back NAD.

Oscar Wu's right - post-traumatic epilepsy.

That's the last bloody thing he's going to want to hear.

Yep. I know.

It's alright. I'll tell him.

What happened, Cate?

You had a seizure, Pete.

You'll be drowsy for a little while yet.

Yeah? Will it happen again? That's hard to say.

I can't return to active duty if I keep having fits every 10 minutes.

Pete, listen... Must be something that can fix it.

We'll arrange for you to see a specialist,

and there's anti-epileptic drugs that prove effective.

Epileptic? I'm not epileptic.

There may also be restrictions

on your ability to hold a driver's licence.

This is bullshit.

If there's something in my head causing this...

..then... then chop it out.

There's nothing to chop out.

You dug a bullet out of my brain.

For Christ's sake, there must be something you can do about this.

It's very unlikely we can do anything

but just wait and see how it pans out.

You can't stop me going back to work.

No-one's trying to stop you from going back to work, Pete.

Look, it's only been four months since the accident.

Give yourself a bit more time for your body to fully recover.

Come on, lie down. Lie down.

Cate, take a break, please? It's not a request, Cate.

I wanna have a private conversation with the constable.

Go and do bed pans.

Don't you bloody start.

Why the hell do you wanna go back to something that did this to you?

It wasn't the job. It was me. I was tired.

Damn right it was you.

You were suffering the effects of prolonged and continuous stress.

You were burnt out and depressed. Why do you want to go back?

All my mates know I wasn't coping.

They're all there for me now. They want me to come back.

That's all very well. What do YOU want?

Isn't that bloody obvious? I'm sorry, it's not. Not to me.

Look, you like what you do, doctor? Yep.

And what would you do if someone told you you couldn't do it anymore?

You couldn't come here, see your mates, look after people,

do the thing that keeps you going.

We're not talking about me.

Just like that, with a flick of someone's pen,

they say you're not who you are anymore.

Would you let them do that to you?

Because it's not...

..it's not going to happen to me.

Yeah, so we're on the fifth tackle, and everyone's waiting for the bomb,

but instead, he sends it straight out to the wing.

Caught them off guard, hey? Did we ever.

Scored two tries, right under the post.

But one of them was disallowed.

Still, you know, it's not bad. Yeah.

What position do you play? I don't actually play.

Yeah, why not?

Does it have anything to do with you getting tired quickly?

How do you know?

Since we've been talking, you've been getting short of breath.

Do you mind if I listen to your chest?

Suppose so. Everyone else around here has.

Is he going to live?

He's stabilised. That's good news.

But?

But he could be in Theatre for some time.

The orthopaedic team have begun working on his leg.

You haven't answered my question. Is he going to be alright?

Mrs Winters, your husband is in a very serious condition.

We managed to repair the damage to his liver,

but he may require further surgery on that.

Fixing his leg is a different issue.

It was a very complex break.

Will he be able to walk again?

The orthopaedic team will be down to talk to you soon.

You don't know, do you?

At this stage, no, we don't.

Did he say anything when he was brought in, about what happened?

No, he didn't. Your husband was barely conscious.

I don't believe this.

The father of my baby came here for a simple operation.

A day's stay.

Now you're telling me he might live,

at best he'll be in hospital for months.

Who knows if he'll be able to walk again?

And if that isn't bad enough, no-one can give me any answers!

No, we do not have the answers yet, but we will.

Meantime, we've got to give Malcolm the best care we possibly can.

What's the story?

Well, he's just turned 12. Small for his age.

Recently started experiencing fatigue,

shortness of breath on exertion.

There's no history of respiratory diseases or allergies.

I liked it when he pretended to have asthma.

I'll pay extra for that.

I picked up a mid-systolic murmur.

I think he has a congenital cardiac condition.

You'd think his parents would have noticed

if he had a congenital cardiac disorder.

Some patients are asymptomatic till their teens or young adulthood.

Yes, they are.

And the next steps to confirm that diagnosis would be?

Chest X-ray, echocardiogram, 12-lead ECG, cardiac catheterisation.

And?

Immediate referral to a paediatric cardiologist.

What do you reckon that paediatric cardiologist would say?

That Joey will need surgery to repair the defect.

If your diagnosis was right. Which it is.

Right. Let's go see the next patient.

Okay. Thanks.

Can you let me know once he's in recovery? Good.

Malcolm Winters is still in theatre.

The orthos are having trouble. Yeah.

Spence, how did the assessment go?

I threw everything at him. Batted them right back.

A pass in my book.

Must be your lucky day.

Won't be such a breeze when I'm assessing you.

Whenever you're ready, Frank.

Spence isn't such a bad bloke.

Good at his job, good with patients,

and he's pleasant to his fellow staff.

Wouldn't mind seeing more of him.

I'm sure Beaumont would agree.

Vincent, can you do a review for me in sub-acute?

Yeah, sure.

Never a dull moment.

You leaving?

Ran out of excuses to stay. Oh.

We going to see each other tonight?

I don't know. I thought I, um... I might wash my hair.

Shampoo turns me on.

Or maybe you could bring some dinner over.

Oh, yeah. Something spicy? Exotic? Moroccan?

8 o'clock. Surprise me with dessert.

It's a date.

G'day, mate. How's your day been?

Started off good, got better,

with any luck, the best is yet to come.

That's good.

What happened to you last night? You disappeared.

I got a better offer.

Better offer?

Better than having a drink with a mate?

No offence, mate, but, yeah.

What's going on, Spence?

I already explained the situation with Charlotte.

We'll have a drink some other time, alright?

I've gotta get going.

Hey, I know what you're like.

What I'm like?

Yeah.

I've heard your stories, remember? I've seen you in action.

That was a long time ago. People change.

You've changed. You used to be a good bloke. What happened?

I grew up. Really?

Then as a grown-up,

you'd know that what two consenting adults do in private

is none of your bloody business.

Wait until the doctor's seen you.

I've already seen them, and they had nothing to bloody say.

What's going on?

He wants to discharge himself. What?

Pete, you can't do that.

You've got to stay here for further tests and monitoring.

I'm not staying. Don't be an idiot. Don't do this.

I'm not getting treatment here, so I'm going home.

You know you'll have to sign a form

saying you're discharging yourself against medical advice?

Give me the form.

You know you could have a seizure any moment?

I've rung a mate to pick me u., There's no problem with driving.

Anything else?

We can't stop him being an idiot. Give him the form.

Give me the form. BUZZER SOUNDS

Pete, come on, please.

Pete!

You're letting him walk out of here?

No. I'm giving him a few minutes to fill out the form and calm down.

Have you heard anything? Is he going to be alright?

He's come out of Theatre.

He's in recovery,

and then we'll be moving him to the Intensive Care Unit.

What does that mean? Is he okay?

His condition is stable. (sighs) Thank God.

Now, I've only spoken very briefly with the orthopaedic surgeons,

but they tell me the injuries were extensive,

so they've put in some pins and plates.

He'll remain sedated and intubated overnight,

and then require a lengthy hospital stay.

Guess you're going to see your dad after all.

Come on.

Thank you, Von. You're a good listener.

Come on, I'll take you up to ICU.

No, thanks. I'm going up to ward 12 first.

There's a few things I want to say to them.

You can come and watch if you like. I might listen from here.

Hello, miss. Who let you in?

Jess. Everything okay?

Is there somewhere we can talk?

KNOCK AT DOOR Got a second, Frank?

As long as you've brought a peace offering.

Peace offering? Dark chocolate, rum and raisin.

(scoffs) You've got to be kidding.

Oh, alright. Fruit and nut, then.

Constable Saunders has just signed himself out, just so you know.

Is that so? Yeah.

Well, now I know.

You really don't give a damn, do you, Frank?

You pretend to when the moment suits you.

Hey, listen, hang on...

You don't care what happens so long as it doesn't happen on your watch.

I do - that's why I'm here.

Cate, we get a snapshot of our patients here.

They walk through our doors with a history

and walk out with one, God willing.

We support them, show compassion, but we have to draw the line.

We cannot live their lives for them.

We can accept responsibility for our own actions.

Hey, there you are. I thought you'd gone already.

I wish.

God, Frank infuriates me sometimes. Really? What happened?

Long story. Are you gonna be ready to leave soon?

No, no, no. I'm hanging around a bit longer.

Hey.

What's up? You've lost something?

A journal Frank assumes I've read. I left it round here somewhere.

Is this it? No.

Is this it? Oh! Thank you.

Surprised you have time to read.

Why's that?

I know what Spence is like.

I should say, I know what he's like with women.

Alright, Vincent, tell me. What's he like?

Charlotte, he sees you as some kind of challenge.

Why... why would he think that?

Well, he finds out you're gay and then all he can do is...

You told him? You told him!

You didn't?

Yeah, I told him. Of course. Why not?

Because what I do and who I do it with is my own goddamn business.

You're making a huge mistake.

You know what? As a really good friend once said - "Why do you care?"

What do you want now?

I want you back inside. Get stuffed.

Why did you come here?

Why did you come here?

Because this is the best emergency department around.

Thanks for the reference,

but you would've got the same treatment wherever you went.

So why here? (whistles)

You wanted to hear the truth.

Here it is - you're not ready to work, not even close.

If you're anxious about your future,

remember you're lucky to have a future at all.

You've got a second chance here, mate. Don't throw it away.

Congrats.

Huh? First barrier down.

Oh, the assessment?

Yeah. Thanks.

I'd say it was beer o'clock. You're not kidding.

Know any more about how that guy landed at my feet this morning?

Not a clue, and I don't think we will.

His poor wife was made to feel like she was to blame

by those caring, sharing people in administration?

Um... Jack, can I ask you something? Yep.

How was Vincent today?

He's a good surgeon.

That's not what I meant.

I know, Cate, but he's my boss now,

so if you wanna know what's going on, ask him yourself.

I'm not getting stuck between you two.

Could I have your attention, please?

People, um... I have an announcement to make.

Actually, we've got an announcement to make.

We're getting married. Yeah, that's the gist of it.

Oh, my God, congratulations! Bloody hell.

Congratulations, Curtis. God bless you and all who sail with you.

Got a ring yet? No, no.

When's the big day? We haven't talked about it.

How many kids?

Don't mess with things you don't understand.

All I've done so far is to say yes.

That's so exciting. Congrats, mate. Good on you.

Guess we're all off to Cougars, then.

Uh, Von, look, uh...

..I know what you're thinking, okay?

Kerry and I haven't known each other very long

and she's just come out of a bad relationship, but I love her, okay?

She loves me.

And we just want you to be happy for us.

If you can't, then, you know, we'll just do this on our own.

I couldn't be happier for you.

Enjoy.

What's going on?

Nelson and Kerry are getting married.

You're getting married? Good on you, mate.

Thank you, mate. Congratulations.

We going to Cougars for a drink?

Not unless you tell me what's going on.

Knock, knock.

Dinner is served, ma'am.

You're late.

Yeah, there was a queue.

Now, we have tagine of lamb with artichokes and peas,

ghoriba with almonds...

..and for dessert, kaab el ghzal, I think.

What are you doing?

Standing here waiting for the food to go cold?

I'm serious.

So am I.

What's this about? That's what I need to know.

This? Well, I thought it was about us enjoying each other.

Is that all it is?

It's a bit early to go down like this and ask for marriage.

Do you normally work this hard to pick up lesbians, Spence?

No, they usually turn me down.

That's not funny.

I just don't want to be a conquest

that you tell your mates about at the pub, okay?

Charlotte, I didn't know you were gay when I met you at the conference.

In case you haven't noticed, you're a very attractive woman.

I like you and everything I've seen so far,

and I don't care what anyone has said to you about me, you, whatever.

I liked last night and I want to see what happens with us.

Now we've worked out what I'm doing here.

Maybe you should, uh... work out what you're doing.

Later.

Spence, don't. Don't, don't, don't. Don't do that.

I'm sorry.

You just confuse me, that's all.

I'm sorry.

The food will get cold.

I don't care.

(laughs)