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SHOUTING AND LOUD BANGING

MAN: That kid's getting nothing from me!

Nice neighbourhood. LORRAINE: Don't knock it.

I grew up here. (dryly) Lucky you.

Uh-uh, don't get up. We'll get to you.

That's the girl.

I'm Lorraine. This is Bree.

You have to go. You'll just make him angry.

The horse has already bolted on that one.

I'll call for police back-up. Yep.

Police back up. We've got urgent... You wanna tell me what happened?

Okay, come on. Can you at least tell me your name?

Uh, Nicole.

I know you.

Fullers Road. I was in a car accident. Do you remember?

Yeah, I do now.

CRASH!

We won't let him hurt you. Come on.

How pregnant are you?

Six and a half months.

CRASH!

Cops are on the way.

You have to help me. Please, I've gotta get out of here.

Alright. Come on. We'll get you to hospital.

Hello, ladies. What's going on?

Nothing much. Just helping out Nicole here.

Come on, Daz.

I just want to see what's going on.

Now, listen, soldier.

Why don't you go back inside. Let us handle this.

No, I don't think so. Come on. Just back off.

KNIFE FLICKS OPEN Why don't you back off?

You don't want to do that, mate. SIRENS

Daz! The coppers.

I'm not deaf, you moron.

The cops are here! Shut up, Greg.

You'll keep.

So will you.

Come on, Greg. Let's move it.

Jess, you're in Triage today.

Nelson, our Resus patient is due in ICU and he needs an escort.

Okay, got it.

Von.

You're in Sub-Acute.

Oh, better get a move on, then.

Welcome back.

That was a bit cold.

What was, me?

No. Deanna. She could've been a bit nicer to Von.

Oh, the last thing Von wants is us tiptoeing around her, Jess.

Her niece has just been murdered, Dan. We can't just ignore it.

And what can we say that'll make any difference?

I don't know. Something.

Look, Von knows we're here for her if she needs us, so...

Doesn't she?

Any idea where your boyfriend and his mate might have gone, Nicole?

No.

You sure about that?

Yes.

So what was the fight about?

BP's normal.

Look, Nicole.

I know you're trying to protect him, but father of your baby or not...

He's not my baby's father.

Okay, maybe you'll remember more once you get back to hospital.

Come on.

If I ran a check, most of this stuff would come back as stolen goods.

Think he's got a record?

Break and Enters. Resisting arrest.

Assault. Possession.

You right? Yeah, thanks.

Okay.

SIRENS WAIL

Hi, I'm Dr Beaumont. You've been before, right?

Uh, yeah, I was in a car accident. You looked after me.

Multiple bruising. Laceration. Tender left forearm.

Alleged victim of domestic abuse by de facto.

My baby. I need to know he's okay.

Having a boy? Yeah.

Nil LOC. Nil PV loss. BP 120/70. Nil analgesia required.

Nicole, can you slide across to this bed for me?

Now, Nicole reported being kicked and punched.

She doesn't recall being hit in the abdomen.

That's alright. Just take your time.

978, we're clear.

Look after yourself, Nicole.

Boyfriend did a runner at the scene.

Police are still trying to locate him.

Thanks.

Okay, we're going to need to get this gown on you, Nicole.

I need to know how my baby is.

It's alright. We'll find out. Don't worry.

I'll organise a doctor. If you could notify Maternity, please, Cate.

She'll need an obstetrics review.

Sure. Do you need a hand to get this on?

I'm okay.

Is there anyone I can call for you?

Ah, no.

Alright, we won't be long, okay, Nicole?

You're safe here.

What kind of guy beats up his pregnant girlfriend?

I don't know, but he's not the baby's father.

Maybe that's got something to do with it.

What do you mean?

Nicole was a driver in a pretty nasty MVA

and the baby's father died in the same accident.

Oh, God.

She's just a kid.

You know, might be an idea to get Von on board for this one,

because she took care of Nicole last time she was here.

Alright. Thanks, Cate.

Let's give her some paracetamol PR for the temperature

and take some blood cultures.

She's...she's probably about tenth on the list for surgery today.

Don't suppose you want to tell her that?

Ah, I'm sorry, mate. That's up to you.

Hey, you gonna do that all day?

Do what?

Watch him like a hawk?

That depends entirely on whether he's willing or able

to tell me how the grog got in his bag?

Charlotte thought you should look after her.

Why?

Well, you nursed her before and she's in a bit of a mess.

So a familiar face might be good.

Thanks, Von.

Can I get you anything, Von? Hey?

First day back on day shift and all that.

I just that maybe you needed...

Well, Nicole, your little boy has a strong foetal heartbeat.

Hi, Von.

Hello, Nicole.

Okay, we're organising an obstetrics review and an ultrasound

and I'll get a midwife to do a foetal heart tracing.

But I thought you said he was alright?

It's alright. It's just a precautionary measure, Nicole.

There's nothing to worry about.

It's just I had really bad morning sickness in the first few months

and a bit of bleeding.

They thought I might lose him.

And were you having regular check-ups?

At St Angela's.

Okay, we'll we chase up those records for you.

And in the meantime, I will order you an X-ray for your face and arm.

These bruises here, they look a couple of weeks old.

I just need to know my baby's okay. That's all that matters.

And that's exactly what we're doing.

Von, she'll need bloods and neuro obs for four hours.

You think I'm stupid, don't you?

I really don't know what to think.

Greg McMillan. Age 22.

Fell approximately 2.5m from a wire security fence

during a police pursuit on foot.

Sub-Acute six, thanks.

This thing here is bloody brilliant. Do you want some?

No, thanks. Did he lose consciousness?

No. Swollen left ankle with bruising evident.

Deep laceration to right forearm. Abdo-contusion and tenderness.

He was winded at the scene.

Given Methoxy whistle for pain relief, with effect.

GCS 15. BP 120/70. And pulse 70.

Ah, you paged me?

Hey, man. How are you doing?

If you can get onto the bed, thanks, Greg?

He fell into a pile of building rubble.

Thought a surgical consult was warranted.

Right. Good.

CATE: I'll get another BP reading done.

Hey, have you guys got any apple sauce?

Sorry?

Goes well with pork, doesn't it?

Gregory McMillan?

Like to have a bit of a chat with you, mate.

What are you following me around for?

Bit of a short memory there, Greg.

You're mate pulled a knife on us this morning, remember?

Can't you take a joke, or are you a bloody drama queen?

Pulling a knife on an ambulance officer is a serious offence.

Pulling a knife on anyone is.

Hey. You're a public servant. And I'm a taxpayer.

That means I pay your wages. That makes me your boss, doesn't it?

Listen, Greg. Let's save the chatter till after we sort you out, okay?

Thanks, guys.

Thought of a name for him yet?

Cameron. Like his father.

It's a good name.

Strong.

Looks good.

So he's really alright?

Ready for Radiology?

Yes, we are, Von.

So, Nicole, I guess I'll see you when you get back.

Okay.

Okay. Get you in the chair.

Just swing your legs down for me.

Oh, this social worker, she'll be down shortly

to talk to you about your options.

Thank you.

You're most welcome.

I'll see you later.

Can I, um...get you a cup of tea, Von?

Why?

I don't know? Thought you might like one.

No. Thank you.

There is a bedpan in Sub-Acute five

if you're looking for something to do?

Okay, well, I can do that.

I was joking, Dan.

No, I can do it.

No, you get me that cup of tea instead.

(clicks fingers) Deal.

Hey.

What are you doing?

I'm being supportive.

By offering to empty a bedpan?

Yeah.

You know what, Frank? Why don't you just spit it out?

You gonna keep this up all day?

That depends on the outcome of this conversation.

I need to know about this bottle of booze.

I can't pretend I haven't seen it.

I've got work to do.

No, you don't. Not until we sort this out.

Nelson, if you're in trouble, let's deal with it.

Nobody's going to blame you after all you've been through.

Curtis!

I have a responsibility to this department and so do you.

Well, you know what you can do with your department, Frank?

You can shove it, mate.

Go to hell while you're at it.

Hey. What's going on?

What happened?

You're all waiting for me to crawl inside the bottle, aren't you?

That's all you've been thinking. Hey! Hey, hey!

No, we haven't been thinking that at all.

You know what? Don't get me wrong, okay? I've thought about it.

More than once. But I've not touched a drop, not one.

Well, did you tell that to Frank?

What's the point? He's already hung me.

Mate, come on. Come inside. We'll sort it out now.

What really kills me is I thought he knew me better.

Nicole!

He a friend of yours?

No.

Well, I got your medical records from St Angela's.

You had a pretty rough time of it in your first trimester, didn't you?

Lost my job because of it.

Boss said something about the laws changing.

Said he didn't need a reason to sack me.

So that's what he did.

When did you meet your new boyfriend?

Darren?

Not long after that.

It was good at first.

Until I started to show.

He doesn't want you to have the baby?

He's jealous of Cameron. Makes him crazy sometimes.

Can you believe it? Jealous of a dead guy.

Well, if he felt that way, why didn't you leave him?

I had nowhere else to go. I lost my flat when I lost my job.

I had no money, nowhere to live.

Couldn't stay with friends?

After the accident when Cameron died, they all blamed me.

What about Cameron's parents? Them most of all.

Look, you wouldn't understand.

Nicole, we understand that you can't stay in an abusive relationship.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, I know.

You okay?

Yep.

Dr Campion...

..I realise how difficult the last couple weeks have been

but I have to ask...

..why was Nelson even at work today?

Because he deserves the benefit of the doubt.

Especially after all he's been through.

Yeah, but a nurse found drinking on duty

is grounds for instant dismissal, no matter what the circumstances.

Yes. I know that, Deanna.

Look, Dr Campion,

I have stepped back from this situation

because you know him a lot better than I do.

Yes, I do.

I have no proof he was drinking

whether on duty or otherwise.

I don't even know the bottle was his.

With all due respect, whose else would it be?

Look, no-one wants to believe this is true, Dr Campion,

but the fact is Nelson is a recovering alcoholic...

..who lost his fiancee on their wedding day

under the most horrific of circumstances.

I know, Deanna, I was there.

So, that leaves us with only two options.

Either the alcohol was his,

or someone put it there as some sort of cruel joke.

Now, which of the scenarios seems the most likely to you?

I'm sorry, but I have no choice but to make this official.

Particularly after his behaviour this morning.

Look, just hold off for a while, will you, please?

If I can't get through to him, I'll write the report myself.

Simple radial fracture.

I'll set up for the backslab.

Any idea when I can talk to Nicole?

I'll see if she's up to it.

Great. Von!

Here you go.

Look, why don't you take a break. I can cover for you if you want?

Do you remember when Nicole was here last time?

Yeah, yeah.

I chased her boyfriend's father to the pub.

Ended up on the receiving end

of one of Nelson's speeches about responsibility.

Well, what was the story between her and the boy's parents.

Well, the mum was trying to keep the relationship secret

from her husband.

He wasn't too impressed when he found out about it either,

especially seeing as how his son had just died and all.

Why? Nothing.

JACK: Vincent's on his way.

I'm sure you can handle this on your own, Dr Quade.

Yeah, I think.

If everybody had that kind of faith in me,

my life would be a lot easier.

Oh, yeah, be warned -

Vincent was on call last night and there was an emergency.

So he's not happy.

Yeah, about as happy as anyone who's been awake

for 24 hours straight can be.

Thanks for the heads up.

You have to take them off, Greg.

Not gonna happen.

Why isn't he in a gown?

Because he won't take his clothes off.

Well, there's nothing wrong with me down there, is there?

Yeah, your ankle is injured.

If it wasn't for my good luck jeans, who knows what could happen.

If I took 'em off now, there could be a disaster.

Listen, Greg, this is Dr Hughes. He's just going to look at you, okay?

There's a lot of you blokes, isn't there?

Why isn't the patient gowned?

I'm not wearing my best undies today, Doc. Know what I'm saying?

Okay, I need to look at your abdomen.

Yeah, well, go easy, it's bloody sore.

Do you have any idea how far you might've fallen?

Ah, about 2m, I reckon.

Are you hurting anywhere else?

Yeah.

Be a bit more specific than that, please.

Well, I feel like crap. Is that specific enough for you?

Actually, it's not.

His obs are stable, Vincent.

That arm's going to need thorough irrigation and a suture.

Yeah, I'm onto that one.

It'll be good practice for you. Great.

Have any idea when your last tetanus injection was?

Nuh.

Alright, let's chart him up for a tet-tox booster,

some prophylactic antibiotics for the laceration.

Already done.

I think you're lucky, buddy.

You don't seem to have any internal bleeding of the abdomen.

I'll take care of this, Cate.

Can you help cover some of Nelson's patients?

Sure.

She wants you all to herself, mate.

You're in.

Well, the good news is there are no facial fractures.

But you have broken that arm, so we'll backslab it for you

and organise a follow-up appointment at the fractures clinic.

And I'll have to stay overnight, right.

Just to make sure everything's okay.

Sweetheart, there is no medical reason for me to keep you overnight.

But because you've suffered a blow to the head,

you'll need to stay at least a few more hours for observation.

Then what? Where do I go after that?

That's what the social worker's coming down to talk to you about.

We'll make sure that you're looked after. I promise, Nicole.

Now, I'm sorry,

but the police would like a statement when you feel up to it.

You don't have to do that now if you don't want to.

Go really gently on her. She's been through hell.

And Von will be staying.

I don't wanna press charges against Darren.

I just want him out of my life.

It isn't that simple, Nicole.

We know your de facto's got quite a little enterprise going.

Whatever he's been doing, it's got nothing to do with me.

You're telling me you lived there and didn't know Darren was a drug dealer?

No, I'm telling you I had nothing to do with it.

So, all that new gear for the baby,

where did the money come from to buy all that?

I don't know. It's got nothing to do with me anymore, okay?

I'm not going back there, not ever.

I think that's enough.

Are you right? Just lean back for me.

Come on.

I didn't know, Von.

I swear I didn't know he was into drugs when I moved in.

Don't you worry about that now.

How can I help you?

I need to see my sister. She came in this morning.

Okay, what's her name?

Nicole. Nicole Higgins. Her boyfriend beat her up.

I really need to see her, make sure she's okay.

Okay, if you just want to come through to the Triage door,

I'll buzz you in.

Come through.

So, is she okay?

Yeah.

And the baby?

Yeah, they're both stable.

How is she?

Sick, scared.

She got herself into a bad situation with that bloke?

Yes, she has.

You're not exactly helping.

"Abusive boyfriend" versus "accessory to dealing" charge.

I still have to complete my interview when she's ready.

Yeah, when she's ready.

I guess I'll try again with Greg, then.

Do that.

Von?

Nelson still won't answer his bloody phone.

Maybe I should just go down there.

Leave him alone.

Listen, when you've got a moment...

Do I look like as though I've got a moment?

How'd you get in here?

I'm taking you home.

No, I need to stay here.

I'll tell you what you need. Get up.

I'm not going anywhere with you, Darren.

Really? What are you gonna do without me?

How are you gonna feed that brat? Where are you gonna get the cash?

Not from you.

Come on, sis. Lie down before the doctor has a go at ya.

Hi, I'm Von.

I'm taking care of Nicole.

Ed, her brother.

Thanks for looking after her.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

So the kid's okay?

Yes.

Listen, this place can't be good for Nic and the little fella,

they could catch a bug or something.

Is she right to go home?

We'll need to get the doctor to organise the discharge papers

you'll have to sign.

Nice one.

Thanks.

We can get you home safe and sound.

SAUNDERS: This guy's got a history of violence.

We need to proceed with extreme caution.

Was he carrying anything that might have looked like a weapon?

JESS: I don't know. I don't think so.

He had a knife this morning so we assume he's still got it.

Bloody marvellous.

Our first priority is to ensure Nicole's safety.

The only way is to get him out of there

without him realising we're onto him.

Well, I told him that he'd have to sign some release forms

before she could be discharged.

That's what he's waiting on. I'll try and get him out.

You will not.

Well, I'm a nurse.

You're not a bloody guardian angel.

Oh, well, I'm doing it.

How you feeling?

Okay, I guess.

Right, we need to get you out of that gown so you can go home.

And while we're doing that, you might like to step out to the desk

and sign the discharge papers.

I don't wanna leave Nic by herself.

Oh, she'll be alright. Made of tough stuff.

Bring the forms in here.

Well, it's easier if I get her changed...

She's ready to leave now. Come on!

Darren, no! Don't!

You piece of shit. You ever touch her again and I'll kill you.

No!

SAUNDERS: Hold it. Put your hands where we can see them.

Get out of the way!

Hands behind your back, mate.

LORRAINE: Give it up, Darren. There's no point!

Put your head down and hands behind your back!

Get off me! Get your hands off me!

Anything you do say may be used in evidence.

Do you understand that?

This isn't over, Nicole. I'd shut up if I were you.

You! I know, Darren, I know. I'll keep.

I should have killed that little bastard while I had the chance.

Let it die in hell with its father.

It's alright, alright. He won't hurt you now.

Will you go see if Nicole's okay for me?

No, I can't.

Go on, just lie back.

I'm just going to strap this ankle now we know it's not broken.

I don't care about my ankle.

I just wanna know if he hurt her.

Why?

Because I dig her.

Don't look at me like that. I do.

She's gold.

If you cared about her so much,

why didn't you stop her boyfriend beating the crap out of her?

I tried.

You know, but Daz would have beaten the crap out of me instead.

(moans)

Would you just check on her, please.

Can you keep still?

Here you go.

This will be nice and warm, might make you feel a bit better.

You must think I'm an idiot

for getting involved with someone like Darren.

Well, he said he'd look after you, right?

I didn't know where he was getting his money from.

Well, not at first, anyway.

And when you finally worked it out?

It was about the time he started hitting me.

Oh, don't look at me like that, Von.

I couldn't stop him selling the drugs - I tried.

The only way I was gonna get out of there was if I had money

so I started taking his.

And you never once thought

of telling Cameron's parents about the baby,

asking for their help,

instead of pretending there wasn't a problem?

Don't you think they've got a right to know about their grandson?

Well, they don't care about me.

Well, if they knew about the baby, they might think differently.

It'd be different.

No. They didn't even look at me at the funeral.

Oh, I see.

They hurt you so you're gonna hurt them right back, hmm?

Listen...

..they've lost their only son.

I think they've been hurt enough.

You can't just phone them out of the blue, Von.

I mean, what if Cameron's parents don't wanna see her?

Nicole's prepared for that.

But are you? What are you gonna say to them?

I'll ask them to come and see her.

And do you tell them over the phone that their dead son

is about to become a father?

No, that's not my business, Charlotte.

How is she? Still shaky.

You sure you know what you're doing?

She needs help. I'm gonna get it for her.

Will you keep an eye on her, please?

Sure.

Make sure you talk to Mrs Miller and not her husband.

Nicole.

DAN: Hey. You okay?

Hey.

I can get rid of him if you want.

No, it's okay.

What do you want, Greg?

I just wanted...

I wanted you to know that I'm here for you, Nic.

Hey, we're mates, right?

I mean, we've had some good times, haven't we?

Just go away, Greg.

Come on, give a guy a break.

Hey, uh, maybe when we get out of here

we can, you know, go somewhere.

Remember that time we talked about going up north.

Come on, mate. Time to get back to bed.

What do you say, Nic?

No.

Oh, man. Come on.

I'm just making sure Nicole's alright.

I know.

Oh, shit.

JACK: Greg, what's up? You okay?

GREG: I'm dizzy.

DAN: I'll get a wheelchair.

Just relax.

I can't breathe.

Greg, do you have a history of asthma or panic attacks?

It feels weird, like I...like I just had a bucket bong or...

Okay, just try to relax. Head spinning.

Sorry.

And take a seat.

Up you go.

Oh, this is not good, man. Not good!

Okay, we're gonna get him into Resus.

We'll put a monitor on him.

Can you organise a portable chest X-ray, we'll do an ECG,

and can you page Vincent?

It's karma, isn't it?

Nup, mate, it's not karma.

What's happened?

He's become dyspnoeic, tachycardic and has some chest discomfort.

Get the bloody jeans off him.

Blood pressure's dropped. It's only 90/50 and his GCS...

Mate, can you hear me?

Jack, what's that?

Puncture site.

Greg, did you get jabbed in the chest?

Apparently he landed on some building material, Vincent.

It's tiny. Anyone could've missed it.

Well, I probably shouldn't have missed it.

Damn right you shouldn't have.

There's a pericardial collection. He's tamponading.

Greg, are you with us?

Set up for a pericardiocentesis.

Uh, Vincent. What, what?

Jack, we've gotta relieve the pressure from around his heart.

I don't know what else to try.

Von doesn't seem the least bit interested

in anything I'm doing, so...

Maybe the fact that you tried is enough.

Excuse me?

Hi. Can I help you?

Mrs Miller, come on through.

I'm Dan. Uh, we've met before.

Yes, I remember. My husband almost put you through a wall.

Yeah. How is he?

No idea. He left me a few months ago.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

Someone called Von rang. She said Nicole was here.

Yeah, she is.

What's happened to her?

Um, come with me. Von can explain it to you.

She... Are you alright?

I'm sorry.

I didn't realise it would be so hard to come back here.

The sounds, the smell.

All I can think of is...

..is my son lying in that little room you put him in when he died.

Can I get you anything?

Come and sit down Mrs Miller.

It's okay.

Ah, can you... I'll get Von.

It's okay, just breathe.

VINCENT: I can't aspirate any blood.

BP is still dropping.

There must be a clot in the pericardium.

Set up a surgical tray please.

DEANNA: Got it.

Why don't we just take him to Theatre?

No time.

Alright, let me think.

Vincent?

We need to do a sub-xiphoid pericardial window.

Have you done one of those before?

He's done one similar.

How similar?

That's a good question. Jack!

Set up the thoracotomy tray,

get someone from cardio-thoracics on the phone

to talk me through the procedure.

Just do it.

JACK: He says to incise down to the linea alba.

Yep, already done that. What's next?

What next?

You need to dissect the space behind the lower sternum

to separate the anterior diaphragm.

How's he doing, Cate?

Still hypotensive, 70/40.

Okay, run those fluids through.

Retract here, please.

Vincent, are you ready?

Yeah, go on.

Heart rate's 120.

Okay, right, to reveal the pericardium you need to...

..um, bluntly divide the fatty tissue

and the retrosternal attachments of the diaphragm,

and you need to do that beneath the angle of the xiphoid

and the left costal margin.

Suction here, please.

Um, if it's blue...

..there's underlying blood, I know.

It's blue.

Okay, grasp the pericardium with forceps, and incise.

That should relieve the pressure.

That's done it.

What's the drainage?

Moderate.

Moderate.

Okay.

You need to gently explore the pericardial space with your finger.

Remove any excess fluid or clots.

BP's improving - it's 100/70.

Yeah, looks like it's got it.

Let him know I'm inserting a drain

and we'll take him up to Theatre.

Did you hear that?

Yeah, great. Thanks for your help.

Vincent, he'll be scrubbed and ready to take over once you get up there.

Congratulations Dr Hughes, Dr Quade.

Don't go anywhere, Jack, I need a word once I'm done.

Sure.

Thanks for coming, I know this is difficult.

Yes, it is.

Why does she want to see me?

Just here.

Mrs Miller.

Hello, Nicole.

What happened to you?

It's not as bad as it really looks.

What's this?

I told you, she doesn't want to know.

Why didn't you tell me she's pregnant?

Cameron and I wanted to tell you when we...

It's Cameron's baby?

Oh, oh, no...

I've gotta get out of here.

Mrs Miller, um... Dan.

Mrs Miller...

You should've told me first.

I'm sorry, I wasn't in a position to do that.

You tricked me into coming. That was not my intention.

I called you because Nicole needs help.

She's not my problem.

Look, I thought you had a right to know about your grandchild.

How do I know it is my grandchild? How do you know it?

Well, Nicole was pregnant at the time of the accident.

That doesn't mean anything.

She could've slept with someone else, someone other than Cameron.

You don't really believe that.

Well, then why didn't she tell us?

She didn't feel it was right at the time.

And this is?

Look, you should be asking Nicole these questions, not me.

Okay.

Seeing that you're the one who's stuck her nose in here,

I think you owe me a few explanations, don't you?

You're a top bloke. I mean that.

Mate, you're too kind.

Bit disappointed, though.

Disappointed? You nearly died there.

I didn't get to see the white light, or any of my dead mates or anything.

What a rip off.

Greg, this wouldn't happen to be yours, would it?

Just go.

So...you wanna explain to me how you missed the puncture site?

He was a difficult patient, Vincent.

He refused to get into a gown, and now we know why.

That's your excuse - the patient wouldn't get changed?

No, I'm not making an excuse,

I'm trying to explain to you what happened.

He'd been carrying on the whole time he was here.

So you had an uncooperative patient, Jack.

Isn't that all the more reason

why you should have done a thorough initial assessment.

Look, there was no index of suspicion for the diagnosis

and a tamponade would not have been evident on initial assessment anyway.

But the fact remains that you missed the puncture site.

If you had found it, I would've hoped you'd suspect a tamponade,

or some other underlying injury.

Yeah, I would've.

Look, Jack, you're my eyes and ears down here now.

I need to be able to depend on you.

You can't be making mistakes like that, do you understand?

Sorry. It won't happen again.

Yeah, it better not.

Are you okay?

(softly) Yeah.

I got you a bed on a ward, Nicole, just for tonight.

Thank you.

The social worker said

they'd find me a place to stay until I get back on my feet.

That's great news.

It'll give you a chance to work out what to do.

I thought you'd gone.

So did I.

I'm so sorry.

I know I should have told you.

(cries)

It doesn't matter now.

JACK: Hey.

You reckon people who worked in a hospital

would be a little more careful about this sort of stuff.

Yeah, penicillin experiment, maybe?

Maybe just, um, lazy.

Might go hit the canteen, see what salmonella they're serving up.

Here.

Uh, thanks, life saver.

Nah.

That I leave for people like you.

Jack?

I shouldn't have missed that puncture site, Deanna.

That guy almost died because I did.

What is it they say it takes to make a good surgeon?

A lion's heart, an eagle's eye and a maiden's hand.

Okay, well, my eagle eyes certainly failed me today.

Alright, let's have a look at your lady's hands.

Mmm, soft, but not too soft.

Okay, well, what about my lion's heart, then?

That's just a different matter altogether.

I don't get involved with people I work with.

Sorry.

Mmm. No, I'm the one who's sorry.

Or maybe I'm...just disappointed.

SOUND OF PHONE RINGING

How's it going out there?

I've locked the drugs in the safe. The cops are coming to pick them up.

Good, good.

Have you heard from Nelson since he left here?

Look, Frank...

Cate, I appreciate your loyalty, I really do, but...

Have you ever seen Nelson when he's drinking?

I wouldn't know.

Then you haven't.

You're trying to tell me

an alcoholic can't disguise the fact that he's drinking?

You can't be that naive.

I'm not, but I know Nelson.

Trust me, if he was drinking, we'd know about it.

He wears it like a neon sign.

That doesn't mean he's not in trouble.

None of us are good for him

if we assume he's sober just because we want him to be.

I'm not assuming anything.

Oh, ganging up on me now, are we?

No, I'm just curious to know what you're planning on doing next.

I'm kicking you two out of my office

and then I'm going to try ringing Nelson again,

if that's alright with you?

And say what?

Look, let's get one thing straight here.

I don't care how many times you tell me I'm wrong.

Until Nelson looks me in the eye himself and says it,

I don't care.

Von, I've been meaning to catch up with you all day.

How are you feeling?

Fine, thank you.

You haven't heard from Nelson today, have you?

It's just I don't know what to do.

I suppose I should hire an agency nurse

to cover his shift for the week.

Must be hard for you, seeing him like this.

Hmm. He's had such a rough time of it.

You both have.

Don't you worry about Nelson.

He's told Frank to shove this place many times before.

He always comes back.

Really?

Mmm.

Well, that's good.

Well, if I can do anything for you.

What could you do?

Oh!

I have wonderful support from my friends.

Talking of which... Dan! Yeah.

Doing anything after work?

Oh, no, nothing.

Oh, good. It's a date.

Von and I have been great mates... for years now.

I didn't know what you wanted, so I just got everything -

fish, calamari, scallops.

Beer.

I know what you're doing, Dan.

I do appreciate it, but I'm fine. Really.

Yeah, I know. It's just...

And just to set things straight,

if you're thinking of buying me a puppy or a goldfish,

don't.

Gotcha. No pets.

Come on, eat up. You're too thin.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hi.

I hope you don't mind me calling in like this.

I'm probably the last person you expected to see today.

It's fine.

I just feel terrible about what's happened.

Why?

You know, to be honest, I feel like I've gained from your misfortune.

How, exactly?

Well, you know,

with Frank wanting me to stay on as NUM for a few more weeks.

You can keep the job for as long as you like. I quit.

Are you sure about that?

Because if you are, I'd love to stay on in the position.

I'm sure.

This is about the drinking accusation, right?

Sorry, it's just that Von and I have been talking...

You were talking to Von about me?

Yeah.

Well, you know, she's concerned about you.

Is she?

Of course she is.

It's not easy for her seeing you like this.

Von should worry about herself, not me.

Right, I'd better leave you to it.

Hey, um, look, I'm sorry.

Um, do you wanna stay and have a coffee or something?

Are you sure?

If you'd prefer to be alone I completely understand.

No. I wouldn't.