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PHONE RINGS

Hey!

Emergency.

Sorry. What did you say?

A birdie told me it was your birthday.

That birdy should be plucked, stuffed and microwaved.

Alright, thanks.

Trauma incoming. Multiple injuries.

Details?

Woman was run down in the CBD, jaywalking.

Where's Curtis? No idea, Frank.

Juliet Spinks - pedestrian versus four-wheel drive,

thrown approximately 6m on impact.

Bloody four-wheel drive.

Bloody four-wheel drives travelling in excess of 60km/h in the city.

Occipital head laceration with LOC,

possible broken ribs and pelvic fracture.

Resus.

What's her GCS?

Four on arrival, 500ml blood loss on site.

Intubated and IV Hartmann's.

NELSON: Frank, I need to talk to you.

Not now.

BP 100/50, tachycardic 110,

oxygen sats 96%, full spinal precautions.

We did a load-and-go.

Base, this is 978. We'll be clear in five.

Who the bloody hell needs a four-wheel drive in the city?

Some people need to feel superior, Frank.

You know what it's like.

Frank, now!

You alright in here? ALL: Yep.

Cate, we'll need a surgical consult. CATE: Okay.

Copy that, Base. Lorraine, we've gotta go.

This better be bloody good. Where have you been anyway?

Ah, Admin.

You hauled me out of Resus to tell me about a memo I've missed?

No. There's a rumour flying around.

Fascinating. Why don't you tell the tea lady?

Frank, I am serious, okay?

Everyone upstairs is talking about it.

Really? Yes.

Deanna Richardson has filed

a sexual harassment claim against you.

Is that it?

You ever heard of ostriches, Frank?

Done.

Good. What do we have to do now?

Dr Newell said that everyone involved has to be interviewed

so that Frank gets a chance to defend himself.

It's perfectly fair.

Yeah, good.

They'll probably want to talk to you.

Oh, why? I didn't see or hear anything.

You saw me straight after I told you what happened.

(sighs) Look, this could cost Frank his job, I'm...

Whose side are you on? No, Deanna, wait.

No, I can't let him get away with this.

You know that.

If I don't stand up to him,

then sooner or later he'll try it on someone else.

I'll see you tonight?

Yep.

Oh, okay!

Maybe we should've brought a cross or holy water or something.

If there's a cute vampire in there, he's mine.

Come, come.

All yours, mate.

Here.

Miss Sharona.

She's sick.

Don't fuss, Boris. You'll burst something.

I'm Lorraine. This is my partner, Bree.

Hi. You're not feeling well? I feel fine.

She needs to go to a hospital.

There's a temperature and she has a sore...

It's bad. A sore, what?

Arse, if you must know.

Sharona, can you just lean forward for us for a sec?

We'll just have a quick look.

Okay.

Honestly, it's nothing.

Boris is right. You need to come to the hospital.

I'll get the trolley.

For a day trip, I'll need a few things.

Boris? I have it all ready.

You really are worth more money, you know that, don't you?

Yes, Miss Sharona, I do.

Heart rate's 110, sats are 96% and BP's 100/50.

Not too bad, considering her injuries.

Don't tempt fate.

VINCENT: Severe chest ecchymosis and contusions,

probably broken ribs.

Probable fractured pelvis.

Hurry up Radiology, will you?

I've got a bad feeling about this girl.

Now who's tempting fate? I'll do it.

This bag's almost through. What fluids do you want up, Vincent?

Run a bag of gel straight through, please.

Start her on a strict fluid balance. NELSON: Frank?

This is Douglas Spinks, Juliet's father.

This is Dr Campion.

How is she?

We're still assessing her injuries, Mr Spinks.

Organise an orogastric tube, a catheter, an ECG.

I'll group hold and cross-match for six units of blood.

Sorry. Did he say blood?

No blood. Please, listen to me.

She can't have blood or blood products.

It's really important.

Your daughter may have some internal injuries,

so I need to type her blood in case she needs a transfusion or surgery.

No. You have to understand.

We're Jehovah's Witnesses. Do you know what that means?

Yes, we do, Mr Spinks.

They're about to take X-rays.

Why don't you come with me and we'll have a private chat?

I'm going to type her blood anyway.

You can't go against his wishes, Vincent.

I'm not going against his wishes. I'm just being prepared.

You're not going to debate this with me?

No, no, no. I respect your position.

But I'm obliged to inform you of the medical repercussions.

Please sit down.

Your daughter has been in a very serious accident

and we suspect she may have internal bleeding.

Well, I understand that.

Left untreated,

this bleeding can lead to what's called hypovolemic shock

which, in turn, can lead to cardiac arrest and death.

I'm sorry.

But there are alternatives to giving her blood,

I know that for a fact.

Yes, there are.

So if she needs surgery,

you could do it without a transfusion, correct?

Yes, but the alternatives aren't as effective,

particularly in major trauma

where the haemoglobin levels can fall dramatically.

I understand.

There's a Jehovah's Witness Liaison Committee.

Would you like us to call them for you?

Oh, yes. Yes, thank you.

Mr Spinks,

does your daughter have a Jehovah's Witness card

saying she can't have blood transfusions or blood products?

Oh, yes, yes. We all do.

It's, um, there.

Good. Thanks.

There's no card here, Frank. You sure?

Yeah. I've checked twice.

She's got a right haemothorax, a fractured pelvis

and a simple fracture of the skull.

We need to do a chest tube.

Alright. I'll set up for it.

What's the story with the father?

There's no story - we treat her normally

except we give no blood or blood products.

With a haemothorax and a fractured pelvis

she's probably bleeding as we speak.

"No blood" isn't an option.

We'll cross that bridge when we get there.

It's a short bridge, Frank. She's going to need blood.

Yes, I know that, Vincent.

I appreciate you have a duty of care to your patient,

but violating her religious beliefs is not in her best interests.

Just get the chest tube in, then we can get her off to CT.

DAN: One, two, three.

BREE: Take care of yourself, Sharona.

No much chance of that, unless you can cure paraplegia.

Where's Boris?

He was right behind us, in that hearse of yours.

Hey, Sharona. I'm Dr Beaumont.

Are your eyes sore?

No.

I just don't like to be recognised, that's all.

Oh. Me too.

Okay, you've been feeling off-colour for a few days. Is that right?

Yes.

Lethargic, a bit feverish - kind of crook, you know.

And how's your appetite?

What appetite?

Can you tell me how long you've had the bedsore?

No, I can't. I can't see it. Can't feel it.

Okay, we'll get you into a gown and I'll take a look for myself.

I know you, don't I?

I mean, not personally, but you used to be on telly?

Yeah.

How long have you been in the wheelchair for?

I've just celebrated my 20th anniversary, since you ask.

Are you on any medication, Sharona?

Just paracetamol. Okay.

And gin, of course.

You're Shrieking Sharona, aren't you?!

You got it, buster.

Oh, my God!

You used to host the 'Friday Night Screamfest',

all those old horror films.

Oh, my God. You're so cool.

You're so...

What?

Sexy.

You little devil.

Now, if you could just scare me up a private room,

I'd be very grateful.

Mmm. Absolutely.

I'm just warning you we could have a problem.

I hope your team understands

that we have to respect the father's decision.

They understand. They don't like it but they understand.

It's imperative we treat cases like this with kid gloves, Frank.

I'll make sure

the Jehovah's Witness Liaison Committee is informed.

Already done.

Is it likely she'll need blood?

It's very likely. She's in CT now.

We'll know more when we get the scans back.

Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know.

Right.

Hey, listen, this sexual harassment rubbish -

is it true?

You're not taking it seriously, are you?

We have to. You know that. How on earth did you find out about it?

It's supposed to be confidential. It's a crock, Alison.

Do I have to remind you

that when it comes to bullying female staff,

this isn't the first charge laid against you.

It's still a bloody crock.

What on earth were you doing with her behind closed doors,

and after hours?!

What were you thinking?

It was a private conversation in an office that we share.

Besides, Deanna asked to see me. That's not the story I'm getting.

She was trying to cover her arse over Von

and another incident involving Curtis.

She wants a permanent position as a Nursing Unit Manager in ED.

I said I'd be damned if I'd let her get it.

Why not go through proper channels?

What's wrong with following the rules for once, Frank?

For God's sake, Alison,

I didn't lure her into a hotel room and slip her a mickey.

Alright, well, we have to conduct formal interviews with all parties.

You know that.

If you want,

I'll put you in touch with an Employment Equity Contact Officer...

I'd rather have my teeth pulled.

..who will be delighted to provide you with support

and information on grievance procedures.

(scoffs)

I underestimated her, didn't I?

Yes. You did.

By the way...

Mmm?

..happy birthday.

She gonna need more fluids.

Her BP's down to 95/50.

Give her 500ml bolus.

How's her urine output?

30ml in the last hour.

She's got 300ml of blood in her chest tube bottle.

Is that bad?

Well, it's not good, Mr Spinks,

but we're doing everything we can for her.

How's she doing?

Borderline.

What's the CT show?

She has no underlying head injury,

but she's got an encapsulated splenic haematoma.

If that starts bleeding, we're in big trouble.

Yeah.

Okay, let's set up for a central line, an arterial line.

Let's do repeat blood gases and an FBC.

Got it.

Excuse me. What's happening?

We're doing everything we can to keep her blood volume up.

It's just that your daughter's injuries are so extensive...

It'd be best if you waited in the Quiet Room

until we get the situation under control.

Yes, of course. Please, do everything you can. She's my baby.

Frank not here?

He went to see Alison Newell.

Why? What's up?

Just your patient's fiance has arrived.

He'd like to come in.

Her what?

He's just right here, sir.

MAN: How is she?

Uh, Mr Wolf, this is Juliet's father, Douglas.

Hi. I'm James.

I'm sorry we haven't met.

I've never seen this man before. I don't know who he is.

I'm Juliet's fiance.

Since when?

Look, can I see her, please?

This is Dr Campion. I want an answer!

Since when have you been engaged to my daughter?

Jesus, is somebody gonna tell me how she is?

She's badly injured. Her condition is serious.

Can't you operate?

That's probably what we'll end up doing. Yep.

Why is it taking so long?

Because she can't have blood products.

Her treatment is somewhat complicated.

That's correct. Juliet wouldn't want it.

She is not a practising Jehovah's Witness anymore, okay?

Look, I consent to the blood, Dr Campion.

I consent to whatever you have to do.

If my fiance needs a blood transfusion,

you give it to her - simple.

I'm afraid it's not simple.

We're obliged to respect her father's opinion

about whether we give her blood products or not.

Unless your opinion's been changed by this?

No. It hasn't.

A person's life exists in their blood.

To accept blood from someone else is like... Well, it's like...

You are killing her!

Hey, it's not going to get you anywhere, mate, okay.

I'm her next of kin.

I'm the man she's going to marry, and I say give her the blood.

And I'm her father!

And you do not, do not have my consent for this!

Do you understand?!

Alright. I'll need to refer this to the Guardianship Tribunal.

What the hell is that?

It's a board that convenes to make medical decisions

when there's no established guardian

or when there are conflicting points of view over treatment.

And how long's that going to take? Not long.

They know decisions have to be made fast.

How long's she got before it's too late?

At her present rate of deterioration, maybe an hour.

This is bullshit!

You want me to get the ball rolling? Yep.

Mr Spinks...

..your daughter wasn't carrying a Jehovah's Witness card.

Are you sure?

Mm-hm.

Well, that doesn't mean anything.

Maybe she lost it, or it's at home.

I just thought you should know.

Ah, there you are.

Got the Tribunal convened?

Yeah, but I haven't notified Admin yet, though.

I'll let them know.

Look, about this sexual harassment claim...

Not interested.

Yeah, well, Frank, you better get interested

because it's not gonna go away, right?

Now, I've been through the grievance resolution procedures and, um...

Haven't you got something better to do?

I do, actually - a thousand things.

I thought it might be more fun to help you out.

I don't need help. I'm innocent.

I know that

but the allegation's been made and Admin have to pursue it, okay?

They're can be held legally responsible

for any active harassment committed by their employees.

Bully for them.

Look, now there's gonna be this conciliation...

Where you going?

To let Alison Newell know about the Guardianship Tribunal.

We need a decision now.

Frank, Frank. Hey, Frank. Frank. Please. Hey!

Don't be so pig-headed about this. Call your medical union.

See what they can do to support you against this claim.

I don't need support from them or anyone else.

It's a bloody lie.

It doesn't change the fact you could lose your job.

ALISON: Were you aware of who called the meeting

between Deanna Richardson and Dr Campion?

Deanna said that Frank had.

Were you able to see or hear

any part of the conversation that took place in the office?

No. The door was closed.

But after she came out, she told you what happened?

Dr Quade, answer the question, please.

She said that he'd had given her a choice...

..either have sex with him or he'd have her kicked out of the ED.

Did you believe her?

All I know for sure is that she was upset.

Look, I don't see how my opinion is relevant.

I wasn't in the room, so...

Deanna Richardson's a friend of yours, isn't she?

Yes.

Casual friend, good friend, close friend?

What does that have to do with anything?

BEEPING

Um, Dr Newell, they need me in the ED.

I'm gonna have to go. Fine.

We'll pick this up later. Alison?

Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt your little witch-hunt.

We need to convene the Tribunal now. We've got a problem.

Okay, can I have your name and date of birth please?

Sharona McDonald, 23rd of the sixth, 1974.

Mm-hm. You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?

Oh, Danny, you know it's rude to ask a girl her age.

(sighs) Alright, but I'll only whisper it.

Yeah, it's a stage two sacral pressure area.

Sharona, it's been developing for a while.

I'm surprised your home nurse didn't pick up on it sooner.

She's got better things to do than stare at my arse every morning.

She practically runs the entire household.

I'm not going to beat her up for one little slip up, am I?

What are my chances of scoring a dry martini?

Oh, let's see.

Um...zero.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

It's advanced.

If we'd picked up on it sooner

we could've avoided debriding, but it's not...

Are you bad-mouthing Sarah again?

Sarah's your nurse?

Carer. Sarah the Carer.

The best damn nurse in the west, and I won't hear a word against her.

I'd like to see the qualifications of Sarah the Carer.

That's blind incompetence.

Should I organise a bed for surgery? No, I'll do it.

Oh, Frank, can I talk to you if you've got a second?

Well, I had a second last Wednesday, if memory serves, but not today.

It's important. More important than my patient?

Alison Newell interviewed me about what happened between you and Deanna

and all I could tell her is what Deanna told me.

And that'll be the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the bloody truth.

I didn't want to get involved, Frank.

Do you believe her?

It's not a difficult question.

I'm not sure what she'd have to gain by lying.

I see.

I'll get back to my patient.

There was some big scandal about Sharona and her offsider.

I can't remember his name.

He wanted the main host job big-time, but it was never gonna happen.

Sharona was way too popular.

Then the next thing you know,

there's some big, terrible accident in the studio

and she just disappears.

I'm assuming, into a wheelchair.

You really don't remember her?

I really don't.

But then I didn't watch the Friday night screamy-thing.

I did.

'Attack of the Flesh Eaters', classic film.

'Island Blood Lust', awesome film.

'Deathwalker High'.

Come on, you must have heard of 'Deathwalker High'.

Can't say I did.

Zombies attack this school and turn all the teachers into zombies

and the kids are forced to fight them off, basically.

It's much more complicated... Oh, it's a fantastic film.

The school principal eats the quarterback's brain

right out of his skull.

Quarterbacks don't have brains.

Just like NUMs don't have personalities, hey, Nelson?

Sorry.

I never imagined you as a horror movie freak, Dan.

Alright, I object to the term "freak"

but apart from that guilty as charged.

Shrieking Sharona, man,

she was the queen of the horror flick.

She was a goddess.

She used to do this scream at the end of her show

and I'll tell you, it's the stuff of nightmares.

"Somebody's walking over your grave and that body is mine!"

(screams)

Somebody's gonna kick your backside if you don't get back to work, argh!

How is she?

Her output's decreased and she's still bleeding into the chest tube.

HB's down to 7.

Clinically she'll need more than just fluids, Frank.

I've known cases where patients survived after we stopped blood.

What does that mean? What's happening?

We're monitoring her, James, okay.

So nothing, right?

Nothing's happening. You're not doing a damn thing to treat her.

Mate, we're doing everything we're allowed to do.

Are you... You're in charge, right?

I gave permission to give blood and take her to Theatre.

Why isn't that happening?

Do any of you actually give a damn about Juliet?!

She's all we care about

but we have to ensure we're doing what she'd want.

Oh, give me a break.

She would want to live.

If you're too gutless to help, you'll explain to a judge

why you stood here with your thumbs up your backside

waiting around while she died.

James, the Tribunal will want to talk to you.

State your case to them.

In the meantime,

go and have a cup of coffee and let us get on with our jobs.

That was diplomatic, Frank.

You can't blame the guy for being frustrated. We all are.

Yes, I know.

But the decision's not in our hands.

Some decision, huh?

Either we run the risk of her dying or we damn her soul.

FRANK: Is there any chance of hurrying up the Tribunal?

You know better than that.

We're running out of time. She's still deteriorating?

This could get tricky. It's already tricky.

You've met with the Jehovah's Liaison people?

Yes, of course I have.

This isn't about a patient's religious beliefs anymore.

It's about who has the right to consent on her behalf.

It's not your problem.

Alison, I've got a 20-year-old girl down there,

at the very beginning of her life,

who may or may not have just got engaged.

Now, I know we can save her if we act right now.

And I also know that every moment we delay

increases the chances that she might die.

It's times like this when respect for people's beliefs

starts to grow a little thin,

especially when we don't even know that they're her beliefs anymore.

The Tribunal's gonna act in the best interests of the patient,

so you've gotta let it go.

Just get me an answer, will you?

By the way,

put me down in your diary for a 5 o'clock meeting today.

The contact officer's coming in.

We're going to discuss grievance procedures

and the Deanna situation.

And, Frank, don't go near the woman, alright?

You'll only make matters worse.

(scoffs)

SHARONA: Thank you, Boris. You're an angel.

Excuse me. Sharona McDonald?

The very same.

I'm Von Ryan.

I am the Discharge Planner Nurse.

Can I call you Sharona?

Of course.

Okay, well, it's my job to make sure that everything's in order

when you get home.

DAN: Maybe get you one of those state-of-the-art mattresses

so this pressure-sore thing doesn't happen again.

What about my transfer to a private hospital?

Something nice, you know,

that feels more like a hotel than, well, a hospital.

You did ask them to transfer me, didn't you?

I did, I did.

Yeah, look, we've just put that on hold for the moment.

There seems to be a problem with your private health insurance.

Social Work is looking into it.

What sort of a problem?

Your cover's expired.

Since when?

Well, a couple of months actually.

Are you sure?

All of my insurance premiums come out of my bank account automatically.

Sarah organises it for me.

Well, could this Sarah have made alternative arrangements?

Not without talking to me first.

Bloody banks, always cocking up something or another.

Well, perhaps I could call your nurse, try to check this out.

Do have her mobile number, please?

I can't remember it. Boris will, though.

He's got a memory like an elephant.

Well, come with me and we'll make the call

and see what we can sort out.

I'm sure it's all just a misunderstanding.

Yeah, it'll be fine.

FRANK: My question is -

can you be 100% certain that she still believes what you do?

I thought you said you respected my position on this.

I do, but my job is to make sure that she gets through this,

and I'll walk over broken glass to make sure that that happens.

I won't trample her beliefs.

But I need to know what her beliefs truly are.

So please, humour me.

We used to talk about it.

When her mother was ill,

we discussed transfusions several times

in case we were ever confronted with the issue.

And we were.

I can still see Juliet looking her mother's doctor in the eye

and telling him that having someone else's blood forced on you

was like being raped.

Those were her exact words.

I get the impression you haven't seen much of her lately.

Two or three times in the last year, that would be all.

You didn't know she was engaged?

(laughs) I didn't even know she had a boyfriend.

Are you surprised he's not a Witness - even a bit disappointed?

Well, you know kids, they go their own way.

But I know a person's core beliefs can't be rejected just like that.

You scratch a lapsed Catholic, you'll find a believer.

How long have you known each other, James?

Four, five months.

Not long, I guess,

but I knew she was the one on our first date.

How long have you been engaged?

I proposed after three weeks.

Wow!

She kept saying, "Wait, you're going too fast",

but she knew it was meant to be, like me.

She wasn't wearing an engagement ring.

Oh, right.

We're getting it re-sized. Here. Oh.

It's the day she finally said "yes".

Look at this.

She's a beautiful woman, James.

Yeah, she is.

Don't know what she sees in me.

Come on.

She's got one of those incredible minds, you know?

Always wanting to know how things work, why stuff happens,

what the connections are.

That's why she started questioning this whole JW thing.

And that is why I know that if she was awake now,

she would be saying, "Give me a transfusion, please."

You had that conversation? Specifically, I mean?

But I know where her head is.

Has she ever had surgery before?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

How do Jehovah's Witnesses feel about organ donation?

Is it the same as blood?

I'd imagine so.

Are you an organ donor?

Yeah, sure, it's marked on my driver's license.

What about Juliet?

I'm not sure.

It's so hard to be sure, isn't it,

unless you've actually had that conversation.

The social worker called the bank to see if there was a problem.

And?

Yep, the account was closed down four months ago.

So no automatic debits.

Huh.

Well, I'd love to have a little chat with Sarah the Carer.

Yes.

I wish I hadn't left that damn message for her now.

CHARLOTTE: Pathology results are back.

Hi.

What?

Sharona McDonald.

We've just discovered

her home care nurse is ripping her off.

We THINK she's been ripping her off.

Oh, God, that's disgusting. Is there anything we can do?

Social Work's onto it.

But we did just call her and left a message on her phone

so we've probably tipped her off.

(tersely) I know, Dan. I know!

PHONE RINGS

Oh, man.

Given the health fund a swift kick in the pants for me?

Sharona, do you check your bank statements?

Why?

Well, there seems to be a few irregularities.

Such as?

Your principal account has been closed down.

Well, I told you before, the bank must've cocked things up.

You know what they're like.

I'll change to a new one when I get out of here.

This doesn't seem to be the bank's fault.

Your nurse closed the account down.

So I was thinking,

would you like me to go round to your place?

I could collect the bank statements, we could go over them together.

Honey, I'm not crazy about people poking into my private affairs.

No, of course not, I understand.

But...

But under the circumstances...

Well, we could kill two birds with one stone.

I could check the mattress, bath, shower -

just make sure everything's ready for you when you go home.

There's bound to be a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Of course.

Sarah's my friend.

She looks after me.

Hospital protocol demands that sexual harassment allegations

be kept strictly confidential.

Did you know that?

So if I find out

that you're the one that's been spreading it over the whole building

I'll lodge a formal complaint against you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Secondly, we both know that no sexual harassment actually took place.

So, when you fail to prove it, and you will fail,

I'm gonna sue you

for defaming my professional reputation and character.

Except it's not really about me proving my case, is it?

The reality is it's about you having to prove that you didn't want sex

in exchange for my job security.

How are you gonna manage that?

Let the cards fall where they may.

Indeed.

And you'd do well to remember that I hold the Jack of Hearts.

And my Jack will tell everyone

just how upset I was when I left the office last night.

What have you got up your sleeve?

Nothing?

I thought as much.

VINCENT: Free fluid in the abdomen.

600ml through the chest tube.

She's actively bleeding.

HB's down to 5.

The haematoma's ruptured, hasn't it?

Pump those fluids through and prep her for Theatre, please.

Even if we get her to Theatre, the chances of a good outcome...

Yeah, I know.

Still no decision.

Do they know how long it'll be? Well, it's a complex one, Vincent.

Are they aware that this woman's dying in there?

FRANK: What's going on?

You know that bridge you talked about before,

we're halfway across it.

What's her status?

The haematoma's ruptured.

She's being prepped for Theatre

but she needs blood replacement and she needs it now.

Alright, alright.

Look, Frank, you're a doctor, you're in the business of saving lives,

not waiting for someone to make decisions for you.

There's bound to be a verdict any minute, Frank.

I mean, there has to be.

CATE: BP's 80/40. Sats are dropping.

Keep pushing those fluids through.

It's not doing any good, Frank. JAMES: Oh, God, no.

Frank, she's been typed and crossmatched.

We've run out of time. What?!

I'm gonna authorise the blood.

Start the transfusion. Thank you, thank you so much.

I'm sorry, Mr Spinks. VINCENT: Come on, let's move.

Yep, Juliet Spinks.

I hope you can live with this because I doubt she can.

I know this is very hard for you.

You have no idea.

Mr Spinks, it's for the best, I know it in my heart.

Curtis, will you let Alison Newell know what happened?

That was a big call.

Yeah, I know, but everything I saw pointed to the fact

that the fiance should be the one to have right of consent.

You should be able to sleep tonight, then, right?

Just phone Newell like I told you...

..but not before they start operating.

DOOR CREAKS

VON: Boris? Is that you?

BORIS: Gone.

Sorry?

Everything's gone.

Miss Sharona's beautiful painting.

Her statue.

What? Things have been stolen?

Her silver...

..her beautiful jewellery...

..it's all gone.

And Sarah?

Gone, too.

VINCENT: What's her BP?

JACK: 80/40.

She's hypovolemic.

Suction here.

And haemo-diluted. I can't control this haemorrhage.

Clamp!

She's bleeding around her IV sites.

She's developing DIC.

Take more coags.

Sponges here.

As if we didn't have enough problems.

We're gonna need some FFP and vitamin K 10mg.

NURSE: Coming up. How many blood units has she used?

This is No.6.

She's not responding.

We're gonna lose her, aren't we?

Get the defib on stand-by, please.

Come on, Juliet, don't do this to me.

She's arresting!

I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times,

I'm not going to a bloody surgical ward.

I'm going to a private hospital, five-star, preferably.

If it were me, all I'd worry about was getting well.

You're not me, are you?

Maybe she'll listen to you.

You took your time.

So where are they, then, these bloody rotten bank statements?

What's wrong?

You look like someone just shat on your best nightdress.

I called the police.

I don't want to hear it.

Danny, can you fix these pillows for me, please?

Sharona, listen. Sarah has gone. All of her things have gone.

The money in your bank account - that has gone.

I didn't give you permission to call in the cops.

Who gave you the authority to do that?

The sooner they can pick up her trail

the better chance of catching her.

She's a bad person, Miss Sharona.

So sorry.

Doesn't matter.

Not the first time old Sharona's been taken for a ride.

You must think I'm an idiot.

No, we don't.

Sarah was the one who suggested I give her Power of Attorney.

She said there was no point

in me worrying about all that kind of stuff.

Seemed okay at the time.

We'll sort this out. Don't worry.

Old has-been.

Look at me.

Miss Sharona.

She will not get away with it.

Any word yet?

Well, you need anything, let me know.

Oh, bloody hell! That's all I bloody need.

Thought you'd like to know

the Tribunal just consented to the transfusion.

Yeah, we heard.

Bugger off, will you, Nelson?

You pre-empted them, Frank, without authority.

What were you thinking?

My job description says I arrive here at 8:00, I cure people

and go home at 6:00 and sleep it off.

You realise you could be up on malpractice charges,

even assault?

Add it to the list, Alison, add it to the bloody list.

VINCENT: She hasn't responded.

Check for an output.

Nothing.

Can I see the rhythm strip?

Asystole.

Pupils fixed.

How long's she been down?

It's about 50 minutes.

Any objections to calling it?

Time of death 14:32.

I thought she was my friend but she was just another parasite.

Ah, the price of fame.

Don't give up, okay.

The cops will track her down.

Sharona?

I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to wish you luck.

I'll need more than luck, I can tell you.

I come in here with a sore bum.

I end up being taken to a surgical ward for some horror movie operation

and discover my best friend's ripped me off.

How was your day?

Well, you're still one of the sexiest, ballsiest young ladies

that has ever appeared on television.

Indeed I am.

Now, just because you've been such a treasure,

how about I give you a good old Sharona shriek for posterity's sake?

Oh, that'd be great.

Somebody's about to walk over your grave

and that body is mine!

(screams)

What the bloody hell was that?

APPLAUSE

You're back quick.

Mr Spinks.

Um...

..Juliet went into cardiac arrest during surgery...

Oh, God.

..and unfortunately we couldn't save her.

Oh, God.

I'm very sorry.

I'm sure you did your best, Doctor.

This is your fault.

You bastard!

Is there anyone I can call for you?

No.

No, thank you.

If you're here for the meeting, you're early,

which is a first in itself.

The Equity Contact Officer hasn't arrived yet.

And I'm writing a report on what happened today.

Our legal department wanted it.

Fine. Do whatever you have to.

You alright?

I won't fight this sexual harassment thing

so whatever Deanna Richardson wants, give it to her.

That's not the Frank Campion I know.

Well, take a good look, Alison, I give up.

So, what does she want? Pay a fine? Go to jail? What?

She wants her job back.

(chuckles dryly) Course she does.

Frank, if you're not guilty, why aren't you fighting?

Oh, I don't know.

I guess it's because when I was little

I believed in an abstract notion called natural justice,

but now I'm all grown up I can see it's a load of nonsense.

I can't prove I didn't touch her up,

or whatever the hell she's complaining about,

so let's just call it quits, give her the job back,

and I'll take six of the best, eh?

She also wants an apology...

..in writing.

Hi.

Well, hello yourself.

You are a bloody sight for sore eyes.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was curious.

I thought I'd come see where you hang your stethoscope.

Well...

What's in the...

Oh!

Happy birthday, Frankie.

Thanks, Evie.

So, what are we going to do to celebrate?

No idea.

But we'll think of something.

Hang on a sec, will you?