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BREE: Pupils are equal and reactive. Mary, can you hear me?

(man wheezes) Check her BP again and watch her breathing.

Don't talk, Jack.

Just take slow, deep breaths and let me worry about the patient.

I'm fine. Just concentrate.

(coughs)

I checked her vitals, she's stable.

Let me get this combine on that burn.

She's in sinus brady.

Pass me the 500mg minijet of atropine.

She's down to 30 beats a minute.

Hang on. She's up to 72.

Increase her oxygen.

Oh, give me a break, will you, Jack,

and just keep sucking down on the O2, thanks.

Mate, can you hurry it up?

We've got something weird happening here.

CHARLOTTE: What have we got?

This is Mary Moore, 60 years old. Found collapsed in the shower.

No idea how long she'd been there.

She must've been unconscious for hours before I got to her.

Laceration to back of head and large bruising to left leg and foot.

Did you find her? Yeah, yeah.

The water in the shower was freezing,

and she's still hypothermic.

Temp's 34.8 from 34.4 with a space blanket.

You alright?

GCS 11. Heart rate 126. BP 98 systolic.

On three. One, two, three.

Do we know any more? Um, not a lot.

I woke up smelling smoke and found her in the shower.

DAN: Are you neighbours?

Circulation's probably compromised in the left leg.

I got her out before she suffered much smoke inhalation.

What came first - the collapse or the head injury?

Jack, are you giving them a hard time like you gave me

about that burn on your arm?

Somebody get Curtis. He can take a look at that.

It's nothing, Frank.

Like hell. You'll get yourself checked out.

You've been enough of a hero today.

Now shut up and enjoy being a punter just for once.

Curtis, get him out of here.

Any idea what started the fire?

Firies reckon there was a very well-done roast in the oven.

I hope they're wrong.

If they're not, it meant she spent the whole night in the shower.

And out.

Your lungs sound clear. The cough should resolve itself.

Yep.

Hang on. I need to take a look at that arm.

No, it's fine. I wanna be there when Mary wakes.

Sit, please.

It's not too bad. It will need some cleaning up.

You'll need to take some pain relief home.

There didn't seem to be too much left at home the last time I looked.

Oh, I live...

I used to live in the same duplex as Mary -

she's my landlady.

Did you manage to get anything out?

Only her. Lost the lot.

I've got a spare room if you need somewhere.

Thanks.

I'll worry about where to live

once I figure out what made Mary headbutt the tiles.

CATE: He came to us after the ambos responded to a call from Alaska.

Someone called triple-0 from Alaska?

Well, that's gotta be a first. Yeah, I thought so too.

Mr Ahearne was online, instant messaging a friend,

when he collapsed.

Hence the 12K call.

Hmm?

It's 12,000km to Alaska, give or take a kilometre.

Right.

The ambos had to break in.

He's dehydrated

but he stopped vomiting after he was given metoclopramide in transit.

He's jaundiced.

He has a generalised rash

and guarding in the right upper quadrant.

Everything else is guess work - he's barely spoken.

But you can talk?

He certainly knows how to say no.

Is that right, Mr Ahearne?

I'm guessing that hurt, mate?

Mind if I call you Bruce?

Do we have his history - anything that'd explain the jaundice?

No. I've looked for medical records, but nothing.

His blood pressure's up slightly, 150/90.

Pulse is 98. He's febrile at 37.6.

Are you on any medication, Bruce?

Look, we're here to help you, mate,

but we can't unless you help us too, alright?

Let's get those LFTs away and I'll organise an abdo X-ray.

In the meantime,

let's take some bloods for a drug screen -

hep A, B and C serology and a blood alcohol level.

You're thinking alcohol withdrawal? He does seem pretty agitated.

I think if we can get him to speak, we'll be able to stop guessing.

Capillary refill in the left leg is greater than 10 seconds.

Her temperature? 35.6 tympanic.

And her BSL's stable at 5.0.

ERICA: Here you go, this will warm you up.

Hey. How's she doing?

CHARLOTTE: Her temp's still down,

but we're sending her for a head CT and a spinal series.

Then we'll play chicken and egg about what came first -

the fall or something else.

Well, she did suffer an episode of transient sinus bradycardia

in the ambulance.

When I said "we" I didn't include you. Take a day off.

No, thanks.

I'd like to go to Radiology in case she wakes up.

(sighs)

Mr Ahearne.

Without taking blood, we can't run the tests that we need.

No.

I promise I'll be as gentle as I can.

Mr Ahearne. Come on, don't do that.

Hey! Come here.

You've gotta get back into bed.

It's okay. It's okay. I've got you.

(sighs)

I'd listen to her, Bruce. She knows tae kwon do.

Where are we off to? He didn't say.

(softly) Home.

Hey, we're talking.

Can I tell you something before you go, please?

If you stay, we've got a good chance of finding out what's wrong

and you can go home for good.

If you go, you'll only be home briefly and you'll probably be dead.

So, talk to me, Bruce. Tell me what's happening.

Jack...

I didn't realise how bad that fire was.

If you need anything, you let me know, okay?

Yeah, thanks.

The head CT's normal apart from some degenerative changes related to age.

The origin of the fall wasn't cerebral?

Yeah. It's more likely cardiac, given the episode of low heart rate.

Could have been an isolated case.

Do you want a 12-lead ECG?

Thanks, Dan, and can you hurry Pathology up?

Her urine tested positive for blood. Sure.

We've got no history on her?

Nothing on record, Frank.

All I know is she doesn't get many visitors

and she goes to church on Sundays.

She never hit you up for a consult knowing you were a doctor?

No. We say hello.

Occasionally I help her in the garden,

and if she cooks a roast, I'll score a meal,

but we give each other space.

What are you doing in my bathroom?

It's okay, Mary.

Hey, it's Jack. You're in hospital. How are you feeling?

Oh, bloody freezing.

We're working on warming you up. What's the last thing you remember?

Having a quick shower after I put the roast on for dinner.

Do you remember slipping over or having a fall?

No, no.

Are you gonna be my doctor?

No, Mary, he's not.

But I will be right here.

I've got your blood results back, Bruce. Do you want to hear them?

I do.

His hepatitis tests are negative.

In fact, he's been immunised against hep A and B.

But he probably knew that already.

His blood alcohol levels are clear,

but his X-ray shows his liver's enlarged, and his LFTs...

That's liver function tests, Bruce.

..well, unfortunately they're all over the place.

How about his GGTs and ALTs?

Both way up.

All of which means we're definitely talking liver failure.

Have you had liver problems before?

I think it would help to hurry Pathology up with that drug screen.

Are you expecting something specific?

Maybe.

Your CT scan, unfortunately, didn't explain why you collapsed.

At least I haven't lost my marbles.

After star trekking it from the shower to here,

I thought I'd finally joined Alzheimer's Anonymous. (chuckles)

Nelson said you need these.

Mary, I'm concerned about your leg.

You may have laid on it for a long time and cut off the circulation,

and it may have done some damage, so I'd like to send you for an MRI.

What have you done to yourself?

You need to listen to this. Are you alright?

I'll call Radiology.

Ah.

Mary, there was a fire.

The firies - they did everything they could, but...

You're okay?

Yeah. I'm fine...

..but the house, it's gone.

Oh...dear.

Well, houses can be rebuilt, can't they?

I'm just glad that we've both come out of it in one piece.

You'll need somewhere to live

and you'll need someone to look after you.

Oh, I'll manage.

I don't think you will.

You could be recuperating for a while.

So, is there any family that I can call for you?

My son, I suppose.

If he's still working in the same place.

Curtis!

Bruce Ahearne's drug screen.

They have got to be bloody joking!

(angrily) Curtis!

Not what you were expecting?

Would you do me a favour?

Go over and grab his chart or something, then walk away.

Leave the curtains open.

I could if I knew why I was doing it.

It's an experiment.

Where's bloody Curtis?

What the hell does he do around here all day?

Nothing much, considering he has to do two jobs at once.

What the bloody hell is this?

We've got an accreditation coming up in a week,

and two days straight, the resus trolley hasn't been checked.

Of course it's been checked.

Not according to Admin.

It's not my job to check these things.

You're the bloody Nursing Unit Manager,

but I'm the one that cops the phone calls from bloody Newell.

Trolley contents confirmed and defib tested, mate. It's all there.

Dated but not signed.

So, according to Admin, it never happened.

Obviously, being a nursing practitioner,

along with the other things you do, is getting a little bit too much.

So, maybe we should start reassessing your duties here.

It's one oversight, Frank.

One too many when there's an accreditation happening.

It won't happen again.

It better bloody-well not, because if we fail this accreditation

because of lousy clerical errors like this,

it'll be your head.

Okay. Now what?

Pretend not to watch.

Tell me a story.

Yeah, like I'm employed to amuse you.

It's too late. The patient's making his move.

You think he might be agoraphobic?

Possibly.

Should I order a Psych Consult?

No.

I'd like to be sure he needs one first.

Every now and then, I like to pull the curtains shut too.

Okay, Mr Moore. I'll say it another way.

Your mother has nowhere to live,

and even if she had, she can't do it on her own.

On top of which, there might be some more serious underlying...

Mary's son hung up on me.

How will I tell her that?

You've gone all quiet on me, Mary.

I was thinking about sage stuffing.

Fair enough.

Why?

I make it fresh from my herb garden.

Jack can never get enough.

Do you guys eat meals together?

On special occasions.

He's such a lovely young man.

I've never understood how he ended up so lonely.

Let me guess.

He's either not there anymore or he didn't want to know.

I have to call back. He wasn't available.

You remember that time you came home late one night in the pong-mobile

and you drove it right over the new rose bush I'd just planted?

Yeah.

You've got the same look on your face now you had then.

He just didn't want to know, did he?

I probably would have been more surprised if...

Mary? Mary! ALARMS BEEP

She's in sinus brady again.

Mary, come on. Can you hear me?

BP's dropping. 50/30.

Okay. 1mg atropine.

Mary!

Jack, out of here now.

Mary!

Jack, out now. Leave us to it.

DAN: Jack.

SEAN: How's his temp?

CATE: 37.8.

It's going in the wrong direction, Bruce.

We want it down, not up.

Come on, this silence is killing us both, mate.

You have to help me out here.

Are you okay with me looking in your wallet, Bruce?

It's probably fair to warn you that I'm gonna take silence as a "yes".

What are you looking for? I'm not sure.

What do you see?

Driver's licence.

Very out-of-date driver's licence.

You haven't driven a car for five years. Is that right?

It's okay. I've got you.

It's alright.

What is going on with you, mate?

Okay. Atropine's kicking in.

Blood pressure's up - 70/50.

Should I do a 12-lead ECG and some bloods?

Yeah. Troponin, cardiac enzymes and UECs.

This has got to be why she took the fall in the first place.

Which means bugger-all unless we figure out what's causing it.

The next time we might not get her back.

The atropine has worked so far, Jack.

It's a short-term measure and you know it.

Hey, hey. Welcome back.

How are you feeling?

Did I faint again?

Yeah.

But we're going to figure out what's causing it.

(whinces)

Did that really hurt? Hmm.

I can't feel my leg very well.

Mary, I'll be as gentle as possible.

Oh, God, I'm turning into a weepy old cow.

Hey, hey. I promise I won't tell anyone.

Apart from last night, this hasn't happened before?

The occasional dizzy spell, but I've never passed out.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because the first thing I said to you was,

"If you're going to move in, we keep ourselves to ourselves."

The first thing you said to me was, "No loud music, no loud women."

Instead, I had to listen to those crazy video games of yours.

The occasional loud woman would have been a lot healthier for you.

For all you know, I might have snuck in some quiet ones.

You get some rest. Stop giving away my secrets.

Her body temperature's improving but her feet are like ice,

and I can't palpate any pulses in her left foot.

Her first pathology result's back.

She's hyperkalaemic.

Here urea and creatinine are elevated

and there's also myoglobin showing up in her urine.

Looks like we're dealing with onset rhabdomyolysis.

Dan, we need to start her on a sodium bicarbonate infusion.

Resonium PR, and put up another bag of fluids.

Should I put in a catheter to measure her output?

Good idea.

If this doesn't improve in two hours, she may need dialysis.

Sure.

Charlotte, have you got a minute?

No allergies or drug reactions that you know about?

SEAN: None that I know of.

Thank you, Bruce.

That includes any meds he might be on.

I just can't get a history.

If he carries on like this,

he'll need somebody else's liver.

If he lasts long enough to make it to the top of the list.

(exhales)

I don't know what else to offer.

You've done all the tests that I would've done.

Maybe get Psych down here - find out why he's not talking -

and order a liver ultrasound.

Do you think it might be environment related?

Possibility, but...

Yeah.

(sighs) I'll go check it out, then.

You what? What?

I'll go to his house, have a look around, see what I come up with.

You cannot break into a patient's house.

Ambos did. You're not listening to me.

Get a friend or a relative to go, please.

If he told me whether or not he had relatives, I would.

Can you look after him?

Hey. Where are you going?

Where's he going?

He's taking his break.

Of course he is.

He's probably worked a whole two hours straight.

Bloody unions.

Hey!

Too many of these will kill you.

Yeah. You only have my best interests at heart, right?

I'm off to Bruce's place. You want to come?

Our patient Bruce?

Yeah.

Are you game?

What for?

See if his liver failure is environment related.

Do we have permission from him to do that?

No, we don't have permission.

Well, you can't just go and break into his house.

Look, something is causing his symptoms

and if he won't tell us I'll have to find out.

Yeah, but...

I thought you were a woman of action.

Hang on, I'm coming.

I just contacted the nephrologist. He'll be down soon.

I was just about to do that.

How are you doing?

Wondering how you're doing. Is the arm hurting?

I'll live.

Worked out where yet?

Well, I will.

Alright, Mary. You're all done. Thank you.

Jack, can I have a word? Yeah.

There is some left ventricular failure

which could be associated with chronic bradycardia,

but it doesn't explain the episodes of syncope.

So, I'm going to get Dan to put her on a Holter monitor.

It may give her some idea of any subsequent events.

Mary's blood results.

Mary, your blood results show that your kidney function is worsening.

How could that happen?

The amount of time that you spent laying on the shower floor

has caused a condition called rhabdomyolysis.

What that means is that your muscle fibre has broken down

and being released into your blood.

That doesn't sound good.

It isn't.

We'll have to put you on a dialysis machine.

It's just temporary, until your own kidneys start working properly, okay?

CATE: How creepy is this place?

You think?

You don't get that vibe?

Looks pretty clean, though, apart from being overgrown.

There's no gullies or run-offs

that could be channelling industrial waste.

Yep, well, he's obviously not a gardener,

so that probably rules out pesticide and fertiliser exposure.

I'd call is sad, lonely.

Oh, yuck.

Guess that must be where he collapsed.

Yep.

So, what are we looking for?

Don't know.

Meds, empty booze bottles,

anything that might explain what's going on with him.

Hey.

You do the bedrooms, I'll do the bathroom?

Sure.

HAUNTING MUSIC

CATE: Sean!

Sean!

So much for him living alone.

Look, you can see where his responses to his Alaskan friend

started breaking down as the delirium set in.

It's amazing he held it together enough to even write that.

You know, this is really bad feng shui.

What?

Having your work space in the same room as your bed.

I read that somewhere.

Well, as bad as feng shui goes,

it probably doesn't get much worse than that.

Okay. I'm definitely changing my vote back to "creepy".

CHARLOTTE: Mary, do you get pins and needles or cold feet?

Pins and needles, no, but I get terribly cold feet in the winter.

Is her temperature normalising?

Yep. It's 36.2.

This is driving you mad, isn't it? What?

He can never keep still for more than five minutes.

He hates having nothing to do.

You can go if you want, you know.

I want to be here.

I'll get onto the vascular team and see what they say.

Trauma incoming - patient versus coffee table.

Still no ICU bed available for Mary.

Oh.

Okay. Well, we'll have to dialyse her in Acute.

Dan's going to take you for another ride, okay?

Of course. I'll be fine, Jack.

Is he running a business here?

Yeah, maybe.

It's clothing.

Delivery date - two years ago.

Saucepans. Delivery date - three years ago.

Kitchen detergent - seven years.

Light bulbs - delivered five years ago.

This isn't a business, Sean.

Most of this stuff's been delivered and opened here

but it's hardly been touched.

You know what?

In the interests of saying what I really think,

are you ready to reconsider that Psych consult?

Alright?

Bugger.

Look here what I found.

What do you think?

Do we have a match?

What do you mean?

Mother and kids.

My God.

He lost his entire family in a car accident.

Same year those boxes in the other room started getting delivered.

I don't think he's left this house since the accident.

BREE: Kimberley Patterson, 12 years old.

Tempered glass tabletop she was standing on shattered and gave way.

Hello, Kimberley. I'm Von.

Did you come in on your own?

Mum's at work. She's gonna kill me.

I think she'll be more worried than angry, don't you?

What have we got?

Sustained multiple deep and superficial lacs to both legs.

15mg of IV morphine given as per protocol.

Okay. Let's get her transferred. Von, as soon as you're ready.

Okay. I just want you to move your bottom over there for me.

That's it.

NELSON: Where's Cate? Lunch break.

Shouldn't she be back by now?

Okay.

The pain will go soon.

Nelson, can I please get 1.5mg of midazolam, please.

Heart rate 102. BP 90 systolic. Sats are 90 on six litres.

Alright, Kimberley. I'm Dr Beaumont.

Do you want to tell me what happened?

(cries) I was putting a poster up in my room.

I need you to keep her legs as still as you can.

Just going to hold your legs. The doctor will be very gentle.

No, it'll hurt.

No, it'll be fine, but if it does, you tell us.

What sort of poster was it? Hurry up, Nelson.

Justin Timberlake.

Yep. Knew he was dangerous.

Should have got something else to stand on.

Yeah, but the coffee table was closer, yes?

5mg midazolam.

1.5.

Right. Sorry.

Alright, Von, we're going to need bloods for FBC group and hold.

I was being really careful to stand on the edges

where the table part is,

but then I forgot and stood on the glass top.

It's okay. It's alright. It's okay.

The bandage is going back on.

Okay.

I'm gonna bleed to death.

No, you're not. We wouldn't let that happen.

1.5mg of midazolam in.

Kimberley, look at me.

It's not as bad as it looks, alright?

Here we go.

I think I'll get in touch with Mum, hey, let her know where you are?

I'll call.

It's alright, love. It's alright.

Oh!

So, that answers the question of what he's been living on.

Hmm.

Yeah. Fast food, all delivered, hey?

Sean, you better come and take a look at this.

Righto. Mum's on her way.

She would like you to know just how much she loves you.

Hi, Kim. How are you feeling?

Floaty. Doesn't hurt as much.

That's what we like to hear.

Jack, take a break.

You haven't eaten today, you haven't had any coffee.

Thanks. I don't really have the stomach for it.

What did the vascular surgeon say?

The circulation is still compromised in her left foot,

and if we don't see any improvement, she might lose it.

FRANK: Curtis! Where's McMasters?

Lunch, as far as I know.

Isn't it great to know the NUM of this department

doesn't know where his staff is at any given moment.

Well, we're short one doctor, Frank, in case you hadn't noticed!

If there is any logic in you leaving a mind-numbingly boring message

asking people to leave their number when you never call them back,

it utterly escapes me, Alison.

For the umpteenth time, if you want the record of costs,

then bloody well ring...

Hey! Where the hell have you been?

Breaking into a patient's house and stealing his drugs.

I'm not in the mood, Everleigh. Get back to work.

And you better have a bloody good explanation

why a patient's records weren't entered in the Triage system.

You've got a visitor.

How are you feeling?

Like part of the furniture,

which I probably look like, with all this hanging off me.

Ah, well, it's all necessary, Mary... (clears throat)

..and it's all helping.

I know.

I've been wondering what my son said to you.

How about we concentrate on getting you better first?

I want to know.

Um...he asked for time to think about things.

You wouldn't lie to an old lady, now, would you, Jack?

Oh, don't play poker.

He's not coming in, Mary.

Didn't think so.

Been hating me for years,

so it's no surprise he doesn't want to see me.

Unless it's to get his hands on the insurance, that is. (chuckles)

What happened between you two?

His father used to drink a bit - quite a lot, actually.

It made him...

Well, he beat me. More than once.

I was terrified he'd hurt Alex,

so I packed the boy up in the middle of the night and we disappeared.

Pretty gutsy thing to do.

Alex never forgave me for taking him away from his father.

Well, did he know why you left?

Didn't have the heart to tell him. He adored his dad.

As soon as he was old enough, he tracked the man down

and hasn't had anything to do with me since.

Well, maybe it's time you tell him the truth.

I don't think he'd listen.

I could call him. Maybe I could change his mind.

No. Once is enough, Jack.

Are you okay to do this?

After what I saw at your house today...

I'm really sorry for going there without your permission.

I understand why you don't want to chat.

So, is it alright if I talk for the two of us?

I'm fairly certain now

that you didn't want to hurt yourself deliberately.

But this self-medicating is going to kill you.

You see this one?

In small doses, it's a fairly harmless herb that helps you relax -

geez, sometimes it even makes you feel euphoric.

But then after a while, it takes you from alert to drowsy.

You have trouble sleeping, don't you, Bruce?

So you either take more,

or you move on to this, which is a remedy for insomnia.

But the sleeplessness just never stops, does it?

I know you thought this one would ease your anxiety,

and it's not the worst choice you could have made...

..but what it's done is to cause severe liver damage.

And-and this one.

When your head is thumping, your chest is going to explode,

this will help.

But the side effect of low blood pressure

causes dizziness and fainting...

..which brought you to us.

We can...

..we can take care of your body, Bruce, no worries.

But what we need to talk about is your heart.

At your house, there was a newspaper clipping.

It said you and your wife were about to go on your second honeymoon,

but that she and your daughters were killed in a car accident

the day before you left.

And in trying to make some sort of sense of that,

if it's possible to make sense of it,

you started hooking up on the Internet

with other survivors that lost people they love.

Bruce, forgive me, mate, but I'm going to take a stab at why.

Because maybe spending all your time in those chat rooms

was a way of creating something positive out of losing a family...

..and because maybe there are some things

you just couldn't say out loud.

It's easier to type it, isn't it?

No-one can see what you're really feeling

when you're sitting at a keyboard.

Can you remember the last time you actually spoke to anyone?

Face-to-face, I mean.

That's why I...I bought the drugs.

I thought, with the right medicines,

maybe I could leave the house one day,

because Jenny would have wanted that.

What the hell were you thinking?

I was thinking about helping a patient, so was Sean.

Sean? I don't give a damn about Sean. Sean is not my responsibility, Cate.

We had no idea what was wrong with Bruce Ahearne.

We probably still wouldn't if we didn't go to his house.

That doesn't make it right.

You didn't have the patient's permission to enter the house.

Some of the drugs he'd ordered off the Internet were restricted,

some we'd never even heard of...

I don't give a damn what you found. Nelson, come on.

We were on our break, acting in the best interests of the patient.

You're letting Sean influence you.

Oh, give me a little bit more credit.

You want credit, Cate? Don't expect it from me.

Nelson...

Just get on with what you're supposed to be doing.

Anything I should know about? No.

CHARLOTTE: Hey.

Hey. Is Mary alright?

Are you?

Yeah.

Just thinking about my mother.

You know, if the ward had have called me and asked me to come and see her,

I probably would have said the same thing Mary's son did...

.."Go to hell."

That's basically what I said, right?

You had good reason, Jack.

Still said it.

You know, I think you're underestimating

how much of an impact this has had on you.

I think you need to take some time out...

..work out what you're going to do, where you're going to live.

I can always find a place to lay my head.

Worse comes to worse, I'll crash in a hotel or something.

I want to sort Mary out first.

PHONE RINGS

VON: Sounds like she'll need some time in rehab

and then possibly...

Don't worry, everyone. I'll get it. CHARLOTTE: Frank...

..to a step-down facility, a nursing home.

Well, once we work out what's causing the episodes of syncope,

it could take even longer.

When you've got a timeline of what you need,

tell me and I'll make some calls.

Okay. Thanks, Von.

Look, the vascular team want to see me.

Jack, I've got the preliminary results for Mary's Holter monitor.

Thought you might like a look.

BOTH: Sick sinus.

That's what I thought.

No, I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

(angrily) Everleigh, walk with me.

You may think you're a Triton amongst the minnows around here, mate,

but you're not.

What you are is a doctor working in my ED,

and during your rostered hours,

I expect to be able to trip over you at any given moment.

What I do not expect, and will not tolerate,

is a member of my staff illegally entering a patient's house.

You're absolutely right, Frank.

Are you taking the piss?

Not at all.

But if I think turning up for work

wearing nothing but a long tie will help a patient,

then that's what I'll do.

Now, unless there's anything else I need to know,

I've got a patient to deal with.

Well, next time you feel like pulling a stunt like that,

you make sure I'm the first to know.

MARY: A pacemaker?

Does this mean I've been having heart attacks?

No.

Sick sinus syndrome means

that your heart's just lost the ability to beat regularly,

so when it beats slowly,

that's when you're having your blackouts.

So, the pacemaker's going to fix that.

I know it probably sounds scary,

but a new pacemaker can mean a new lease of life.

This time yesterday I was out in the fresh air

and now you've got all these things in me and you want to put in more!

Mary...there's something else you need to know.

The surgeons - they told me that once they put the pacemaker in,

they're going to need to relieve the pressure in your leg.

Well, at least that's something.

There might be some permanent damage,

and they might need to take some of your toes.

I'm sorry.

How am I ever going to get back into my garden?

Hey, you might need some assistance - a cane or a walking frame -

but you're not going to lose your independence.

We'll get through this, I promise you.

You've got the best cardiology team in the country

waiting for you up there in Theatre,

and I'll be up first thing in the morning to check on their work, okay?

Thanks, Jack.

I mean it.

Good luck, Mary.

So, have you thought about where you're going to live yet?

Ah...

No, I've had a couple of offers.

Oh. Okay, then.

What? Why did you say it like that?

I don't know.

I've been thinking that since Jess has moved out,

and I'm paying double rent,

and you need a roof above your head, so, maybe we could do business.

I don't know, Dan.

I've got a PlayStation 2.

So did I.

And I've got a pool.

You've got a pool?

Maybe.

Interesting.

You think we should be working together...

Look, Jack, look, I'm not offering to marry you, okay?

I'm just offering you a room.

So, think about it.

Curtis, are you deliberately trying

to screw up our accreditation or what?

You're costing us money.

This person came in for blood tests

and wasn't even entered in the Triage system.

Tell me, how are we supposed to recover costs

if there's no record of her?

Apparently McMasters was on Triage that day,

but then you took over the shift.

So, tell me, mate,

how many of your stupid mistakes am I going to have to explain to Admin?

I will sort it out.

You bloody well better.

DOOR SLAMS

MAN: Daniel! Hey.

Where did you go shopping? Darwin?

(laughs)

What? Is it too much?

Shop assistant talked me into it.

It looks good on you.

Yeah, it really does.

Thanks.

She must have been pretty cute.

Thanks, brother. PlayStation warming up?

Got it cranked up when I heard your rust bucket.

I thought that you said that your car keys got cremated?

Yeah. Dad taught me how to hot-wire cars.

Listen, that's me unpacked, except for...

..essential fluids, 375ml.

Fantastic.

And...essential gaming software.

Awesome!

You are so going to get your gamer-arse kicked.

Okay.

What do we want? Chilli sauce or barbecue sauce?

Jack!

Chilli sauce or barbecue? Thick or thin crust? What do you want?

Barbecue, thin, chilli, thick -

and loser of the first game pays, alright?

Oh, free meals to boot.

Jack Quade, you are a spade.