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SONG:

Be my friend

(Stops song on MP3 player)

Hey, are you alright?

Hi. My name's Cate.

It's OK. I'm a nurse. You've cut your head. It's bleeding.

Are you alright?

Come here. It's OK.

(Sobs) Get it off me!

It's OK. Please!

It's alright. It's alright. Come and sit down over here.

(Sobs) Come on. It's alright.

You'll be right.

I just want to have a look at your head, OK?

What happened?

I'm not sure. Do you remember how you hurt your head?

Where am I?

Who are you?

My name's Cate. It's OK. It's OK. I'm a nurse.

I'm not going to hurt you.

What's your name?

Annie.

Do you want to come and sit down with me, sweetie?

Come on.

That's the way.

It's OK.

That's the way.

I'm just going to put this around you to keep you warm, OK?

(Sniffles)

SIREN WAILS

Hey. I love the uniform, Cate.

Annie Tranter. Concern-for-care call to a park.

Likely minor head injury. Laceration to scalp.

Normal range of movement, but confused and disoriented.

Hey, Annie. My name's Zoe.

Where do you think you're going, Beaumont?

I've got Zoe here to do the tricky bits.

You're supposed to be helping me with paperwork.

I know, Frank. Don't argue with me.

I've got a bloody great stack of follow-up letters to GPs

you can make disappear.

(Sings softly) Why aren't you arguing?

Well, because I love you. (Laughs)

Spinal precautions attempted due to unknown mechanism of injury,

but patient uncooperative.

CATE: Yeah. She said the spinal collar was choking her.

Can you tell me what happened to you?

The last thing she remembers is hitting the sack last night.

Do you know where you are now, Annie? In hospital.

Yeah. That's right.

But don't worry. We're going to look after you, OK?

I'm just going to shine a torch in your eyes.

Can you tell me what day it is?

Um...it's Tuesday. Yeah, that's right.

Pupils are equal and reactive.

Good.

How did you get hurt, Annie? I don't understand what you mean.

That's OK. That can sometimes happen when you hit your head.

Cate, what's wrong with the monitor?

Don't know. EQUIPMENT BEEPS

Oooh!

What happened?

It's all good. Yeah?

Yeah, it's just a loose wire. Thanks, Cate.

Annie, did you take drugs last night? No.

No? No.

No. I'm a good girl. I promise.

That's alright. No-one's saying that you're not.

We need to ask these things so we know how to help you, that's all.

Cate?

I'm assuming you found her, right?

Yeah. She was dancing around in a park.

She might have tripped and fallen. Yeah, maybe.

Do you want me to do a drug and alcohol screen?

And the full bloods too, thanks, Bart.

Well, I might go get changed. Yeah. Good idea.

And can you organise me an urgent head CT, please?

Yeah. Cheers.

(Man groans in pain) WOMAN: Help me!

Would somebody help me, please! Oh, I can't stand it!

Uh, oxygen and wheelchair. No, get me out of...

Oh! Oh! No, leave me alone! (Grunts)

Here we go. What's wrong? He's having a heart attack!

We've got you. We've got you. Let's sit you down.

Let go of me.

How did it start? He was feeling sick.

And then in the taxi on the way here, he started having chest pains.

(Groans) Do something, please!

His heart is racing a bit. He's having a heart attack.

Come on. Let's slip this mask on.

It'll make it easier for you to breathe.

Just leave me alone! Alright. You take them through.

I'll cover here. (Admonishes indistinctly)

OK?

(Groans, grunts)

Sean? Chest pain.

He'll be alright, won't he?

After the doctor takes a look at him, we'll know what's going on.

OK. Let's get you on the bed. What are you doing? Get off me.

Just try to relax. We're trying to make you more comfortable.

Who have we got here?

This is Ross Sparks and his wife, Maisie.

(Grunts) I'm Dr Campion.

What's happened, mate?

Oh, stop all this bloody nonsense.

It's his heart, Doctor.

Have you had chest pain before, Ross?

Oh, stop waving around. We need to examine you.

Please stop this, love. Let them help you.

(Ross grunts) (Maisie cries out)

SEAN: Ross? Just leave the mask on.

Are you alright?

Get Von to look after Maisie, will you?

DAN: Do you need a hand? Draw up 5 milligrams diazepam.

Get a bloody line in, will you, Everleigh?!

I'm trying here, Frank.

Look, Ross, I don't want to have to do this, but we need to examine you.

Now, tell me, are you on any medications?

Are you allergic to anything?

Diazepam, 5 milligrams. Expires October '08.

Give it IV.

Start him on maintenance fluids until the test results are back.

Yep. Diazepam in.

Right. Ross, listen to me. It's important you keep this mask on.

When did you start feeling sick?

(Laughs) After Maisie's bloody soup.

She's poisoned me. (Laughs)

I'll go check on Maisie. Mmm.

(Laughs)

(Breathes shakily, sobs)

Is that painful?

It's just I've never seen Ross like that.

He's never hit you before?

Not in 40 years of marriage.

He's never raised a hand. Hardly ever raises his voice.

Everything looks OK, Maisie.

I tell you what, I'll just get an X-ray to make sure.

That wasn't my Ross. Something's happening to him.

You try not to worry. We'll work it out.

Has he eaten anything unusual lately?

Could it be food poisoning?

I've been doing a lot of cooking for a family party.

My seafood chowder. But...I tasted that and I'm fine.

Is he having a heart attack? We don't know yet.

Hopefully the test results will tell us what's going on.

If you ask me, this is all about him retiring.

Oh? Why do you say that?

He's got this idea in his head that now that he's not so active

he'll just...drop dead.

All because his husband did.

I'm sorry. Whose husband?

I told you. His sister's husband.

He keeled over at the bowling club the month after retiring.

Ross was there. He's been scared stiff ever since.

He forgets the man was so overweight

he should have dropped dead a decade ago.

Are you OK? Could I have a drink of water?

Yes. Yes, of course. I'll be back in a minute.

(Laughs softly) Were you there when he was brought in?

Yeah.

Was she this confused? No. Didn't seem to be.

We'll have to keep a close eye on her.

She was a bit of a handful coming back from the scan.

She kept trying to get off the bed. It seems she likes to dance.

Ah. Well, this should prove interesting, then.

Oh. Annie's CT.

Yeah. OK.

No indication of bleed swelling or skull fracture.

Her initial report was NAD too.

Well, it doesn't rule out the possibility

of a slow bleed, though, does it?

Mmm. Uh, guys?

Has someone taken their happy pills?

Ah. Dan, do you mind settling her for me and doing some initial obs?

I've got to chase up her records. No worries.

I'd say she's on recreational drugs

or is noncompliant with some regular medication.

What? I know about these things. I'm on the Psych rotation, remember?

Yes. And how long have you been there for, Bart?

Nearly six weeks.

Cate, keep her on strict neuro obs. Thanks.

That was a really nice dance you were doing before.

I wish I was that light on my feet. Glad you liked it.

Now, I need to do some observations. It won't take long.

Just look straight ahead and I'll...

..shine a light in your eye, OK?

Take all the time you need.

Like what you see? Yeah. It's fine.

Now, if you'd like to just hold my hands

and just try to give them a squeeze as hard as you can.

Yeah. Oh, no.

Not like that. Just try to...

Try to grip the... Try to grip the...

Uh...

How about we do a full-body examination?

That... Oh, that won't be necessary, actually.

That's, um...uh...

Yeah? Whew.

Yeah, OK. I'll hold. Thanks for doing that.

Her pupils are equal and reacting to light,

though that's about as far as I got.

She was more interested in getting me into bed

than letting me do my neuro obs.

Very funny, Dan. I'm not joking, Cate.

She's on ecstasy. I put money on it.

All done.

How are you feeling, Ross? What do you think?

There's some minor changes. A couple of runs of PVCs.

No obvious compromise.

That's nothing to be concerned about.

Are you OK?

He's got elevated CK levels.

We need to check troponin levels four hours post chest pain.

He's still hypotensive.

Give him a bolus of 500 mils normal saline

and let's repeat the ECG in an hour.

Yep.

Ross, what all that means is that a couple of your results

aren't quite what they should be,

so you'll need to be our guest for a while

until we can figure things out.

Please. Just tell me I didn't hit my Maisie.

OK, mate.

Someone call for a surgical consult, Jack?

No. Then what are you doing here?

The theatre list has been cancelled for today.

I've spent the last two hours telling patients

their surgery is off.

Now, you can imagine how much fun that was.

Vlasek not well? Vlasek not here. He resigned.

What? Did he say why? No.

No warning, no notice. Just walked out.

Let Zoe and Everleigh know they'll have to do without me

for a couple of hours.

(Calls out) Vlasek!

(Rattles doorknob)

Go away, Frank. Open the door.

Go away. Let me in.

You got what you wanted. I'm leaving. Game over.

Game's not nearly bloody over.

You open this door or I'll kick it in.

Vlasek!

VON: Maisie? What are you looking for?

Come on. Let's get you back.

Don't hurt me! It's alright.

I didn't do anything. She's just a bit confused.

Maisie, please.

What is the matter? I need to find Donna.

Donna. Come on.

DAN: So, who's Donna? Her daughter.

She flew home from London this morning.

Came home for my birthday.

Hey! Happy birthday.

Well, I'll give Donna a call now to put your mind at rest, OK.

We were supposed to have this big bang-up dinner tonight.

I guess that's on hold now.

May not be a bad thing.

Maisie likes to experiment with her cooking.

Ah. Blessing in disguise.

MAISIE: Get your hands off me, you stupid woman!

Maisie... VON: Come on. No, not in here.

You bastard! Come back, Maisie.

Hey! Whoa! Hey, hey! Watch out!

Oxygen, Dan. What's up?

Just support her weight. Oh, she's gone.

Just...just let it go for me. Let it go.

Now, I've called your daughter a couple of times, Ross,

but there's no answer, so...

Oh, she was jet-lagged, so she's probably still asleep.

(Chuckles) Obs are unchanged.

Which means you're improving. You certainly look better.

Yeah. You'll be back on your feet in no time.

I left her a note to call here when she wakes up.

Could someone find out what's happening with my wife?

She's still a little bit agitated.

We've given her some medicine to try and calm her down.

I've never seen her like that before.

Oh, it's all my fault. I buggered things up.

No, you haven't. You'll get through this.

My hitting her made her go crazy.

No, no.

Oh. Men ought to be bloody locked up.

Listen to me. You're both unwell, that's the problem.

SEAN: Hey. How are you settling in?

Oh, I haven't had much time to think about it, to be honest.

Yeah, it's like that, isn't it? Mmm.

Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate, OK?

Thanks.

Hey, Bart.

I don't suppose you have time to put a few sutures

into Annie Tranter's head lac for me?

I would.

You are very enthusiastic, you know that?

Is that good? Why wouldn't it be?

Oh, it's just Dr Campion thinks I'm a...

BOTH: Pain in the arse.

Yeah, well, he thinks that about every intern.

But the fact that you're here in his E.D., beyond your original rotation,

that speaks volumes.

Annie will need probably five, maybe six sutures.

Everything's set up, ready to go.

Speaks volumes about what? Uh, about him liking you.

And about you having potential. Really?

Hey, he gave me hell when I was his intern.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

Right. OK. Hey, thanks for doing this.

Hi, Annie. Uh, I'm Dr West.

We met when you were first brought in, remember?

How dare you?

Uh, I've come to suture your head laceration.

You'll do no such thing.

I-it'll only take a second. I promise.

I know what you're up to. You're all the same.

(Tries to speak)

I demand to be treated by a female doctor.

It's my right.

Yes. Uh, yes, of course.

I'll organise that for you.

Uh, Zoe? Yeah?

Annie Tranter wants a female doctor to do her head lac.

Really? She was OK with you before. Yeah, I know.

It's weird, huh? Anyway.

She was pretty insistent, so... Hey, don't take it personally.

It happens to all of us. Well, at least she's more lucid.

Well, good. Then maybe she can tell us what happened to her, then.

OK, Annie. Let's get that head of yours sutured.

What do you mean?

Well, you've got a cut on your forehead. That's why you're here.

I'm just going to stitch it up for you.

Will it hurt? No.

No, I'll use a local anaesthetic to make sure you don't feel a thing, OK?

Now, can you lie back for me?

I'm sorry about sending Bart in before.

I didn't realise you'd prefer a female doctor.

I like Bart.

I think he's nice.

So, um, you didn't tell him you wanted a female doctor?

No.

Am I in trouble?

No. No, no. Of course not.

Bart must have got things mixed up. That's all.

No, no, no. Keep that on. It'll make you feel better.

Could this be some sort of hysterical or stress reaction?

The aggression doesn't fit. I don't know what it is, Von.

Two people from the same house

present with different medical crises.

Couldn't be just a coincidence, surely.

I would think not.

DAN: Yeah, hi. It's Dan Goldman here from All Saints Emergency Department.

Uh...again.

If you get this message, can you please give me a call? Thank you.

Still no luck getting hold of Ross and Maisie's daughter?

They're going to be better before she even finds out they're here.

The father at least - he's getting better by the minute.

Do you know what's causing the symptoms yet?

Well, I mean, he's freaking out because he hit her,

and she's freaking out even more than he is,

and they're probably just both on drugs.

They don't look like the type of people to take drugs, Dan.

Yeah, don't judge a book by its cover, Erica.

Maybe it's a full moon. Maybe that's causing all the massive weirdness.

I hear you had a bit of a run-in with one of Zoe's patients.

Yeah, that's a, uh... an interesting way to put it.

She just, you know, tried to get me into bed.

Must be the new look. It's kind of sexy.

Yeah? You like the new uniform? Yep.

And the glasses fixed up my bung eye, which is kind of cool. Huh?

If I'd known that you found uniforms and glasses sexy,

I would've done this a lot sooner, Erica.

CATE: Hey, can one of you guys do a drug check with me, please?

Sure. I've got to check on Ross anyway.

Hey, what's the go with Mike Vlasek quitting?

How should I know?

Well, you two are friends, right?

Pethidine, Ricky. You must have some idea.

Even if I did, I would not be talking about it.

It's probably a sex scandal.

You know with surgeons - it's always about sex.

Haven't you got anything better to do

than gossip about one of your colleagues?

It's not gossip. It's, um...speculation.

Expires 03/07.

O3/07.

Check.

Frank's not likely to tell either, is he?

That's where he went, right? To see Mike?

(Mouths)

Go home, Frank. I'm not going anywhere.

You're wasting your time. My time, my decision.

Thank you.

So, where are you moving to?

New York.

Oh, well, I suppose it's as easy to kill a patient in New York

as it is here.

You've moved around quite a bit in your career, haven't you?

The nature of the job.

Right. And that'd be the only reason you're nomadic.

Yeah, that's right. The only reason.

So, what do you want me to tell Quade?

Oh, I know - "A morphine addiction, Jack.

"That's the secret to becoming a great surgeon."

Is that the legacy you want to leave your protege?

Close the door on your way out.

Spence, right? Yeah.

Sean. Yeah. How are you?

Good. Charlotte tells me you've been looking after her.

(Laughs softly)

My pleasure. I appreciate it. Thanks.

So, are you back for long? Uh, a while.

A long while?

Long enough.

Do you know where Charlotte is? Uh...

Frank's office. Cheers.

Ah. Bart.

Bart. What is the story with Annie? Uh, I told you. She, uh...

Didn't want to be treated by a male. Well, yeah, she didn't.

She was quite clear on it. Actually, she was a bit scary.

You also said she was more lucid. Well, she was.

Are you sure you weren't just trying to get out of some boring suture job?

No.

Really? I pulled that one a few times myself.

Guys, this is really interesting.

It's Annie Tranter's drug and alcohol screen.

There's no sign she's on ecstasy or any other recreational drug,

but she has been taking fluoxetine and alprazolam.

What? Mmm.

They're drugs used to treat anxiety and depression.

Last week in Psych, we...

You knew that. Sorry.

Cate, have I missed something in her medical records?

No - I double-checked,

and there's nothing to say that she's been treated for depression.

OK. And it's within normal levels.

It's consistent with a compliant patient.

Uh, repeat the screen. This has to be a mistake.

Sure.

How impressive is Zoe?

Do you know she was an intern of Dr Campion's?

No, I didn't, Bart.

She's already completed her emergency medicine fellowship.

She's fun too. She's... (Laughs softly) She's...

There you are.

Your timing is so perfect.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Bart, I've got my pager with me if anyone wants me.

When you get back,

I've got a thousand questions to ask you, Spence.

Yeah, all the ones I didn't get to ask you last time.

Can't wait. Yeah.

How good that he's back.

SEAN: Hmm? How good that Spence is back.

Shut up, Bart.

What's his story?

What do you mean?

The way you were talking about him last night,

I expected...something different.

That's just Sean. You'll get used to him.

Thank you for coming. Hmm?

You're not the first doctor to find himself in this position, you know.

Notify the board. Get assessed.

You'll be dealing with people

who know exactly where you're coming from.

You've got it all figured out, haven't you, Frank?

Only, what if I don't want their help or yours?

Then I've got no choice. I'll notify the board myself.

You're not under any legal obligation to do that, you know.

This isn't about legal obligations. It's about ethics, duty of care.

And what are you? Some kind of moral guardian?

What's this? A crusade?

Look, if I screwed up really badly, maybe killed a patient or something,

then I could understand this bullshit.

But I have an impeccable record, and you know it.

And what do you call walking out on Jack in the middle of surgery?

I never left a patient unattended. No lives were put at risk.

Jack was there the whole time and he's a bloody good surgeon.

Look, I've walked out of theatre before to take a piss.

Are you going to nail my arse to the floor for that too?

Hey, whoa, whoa. Cool down, man. You're getting a bit unhinged there.

Is it that time of day?

Don't put off your hit on my account, because I can see you need it.

Where do you keep your gear? Is it up here?

No, no, no. I'm cold, aren't I?

Now, where would I put it if I were you?

Ah! Getting warmer.

Hot. Hot!

Well, well, well.

And in a kidney dish. How neat.

Show me this isn't a problem in your life. Get it into you.

Go on.

You know, I had you pegged all wrong.

When you rocked into my E.D., with your boots and your stupid bandanna,

I thought you were probably the biggest wanker

I'd ever met in my life.

But then you did something that truly impressed me. I mean it.

You challenged every one of my team, including me,

to lift their game, to back themselves.

I admire you for that. I do.

I think you're probably the best and bravest surgeon

I've ever worked with.

And I'm thinking, "Where does he get this certainty, this courage?"

(Sighs) Well, now I know where you get it from, don't I?

Or am I wrong about that too?

I wonder how good a surgeon you would be if you were clean.

EQUIPMENT BUZZES

(Imitates buzzing)

(Laughs)

Well, there's not much change there.

(Giggles) (Laughs)

I'm glad you found that funny.

I'm just going to shine this in your eyes. That's it.

So...what do you see when you shine that torch in my eyes?

I'm just looking to see how your pupils are reacting to the light.

(Clears throat) So you can't see in my soul, then?

No, I can't. (Laughs softly)

Do you think you could if you looked really hard?

I don't think so, no.

Well, that's OK, 'cause...

..if you truly saw into someone's soul, then...

..you might lose your own.

(Laughs softly) (Laughs)

Annie, are you feeling, alright?

Do you want to know a secret?

Yeah.

I'm Felicity.

Different date of birth. Same address.

OK...

This is Felicity Moorcroft's file.

Five years ago, she was diagnosed with anxiety and depression.

She's been on regular meds ever since,

including fluoxetine and alprazolam.

Right. So we now have two sets of medical records for the same person.

Looks that way.

Looks like I need to speak to the psychiatrist

who diagnosed Felicity Moorcroft.

Alright. Well, I'll chase up the lab about her repeat drug screen.

Great. Thanks.

I thought you'd want to take the rest of the day off.

Spend some time with Spence. Ah. Tempting.

But given that I'm already on minimal hours,

I can't just disappear, now, can I?

Much as I'd like to.

You didn't mention he was coming home.

Well, he wanted to keep it low-key.

So, is he staying for a while? Yeah, he is.

Good. I'm glad. Me too.

ANNIE: Dr West.

I-I need you.

Uh, yeah, sure. Do you want me to get Zoe?

No. It's definitely you I need.

So, what can I do for you?

Dan said she was pretty forward with him too.

See? It's not just me. No, I'm not saying it is, Bart.

It's just not adding up, that's all.

OK. So, we've got two different names.

We've got a diagnosis for anxiety and depression, made five years ago.

And according to the psychiatrist, Annie was prescribed...

Felicity was. Right.

Felicity was prescribed medication which seemed to help

and has been compliant with the drug regime ever since.

I think it's dissociative identity disorder.

Multiple personalities? It used to be called that, yeah.

That might fit, yeah.

But isn't D.I.D. primarily a kids' defence mechanism?

You know, personalities created in order to cope with abuse?

Mmm. It usually gets diagnosed when the child goes to school.

But what's to say Annie hasn't been abused?

I mean, that might explain the odd way she reacted to me.

And she could have been diagnosed back in her school days,

for all we know.

Is there anything in her records about it?

No. Records only go back seven years.

Anything from her childhood would've been destroyed long ago.

Yeah, but there still could be social-work records around.

I mean, those things are kept forever.

I could track something down. Uh, good idea.

And I think it's time we got a Psych consult.

That'll take a week. No, it won't.

Well, I've got connections.

Well, I think you're doing well enough

to be moved out of the deluxe suite, Ross.

VON: Knock, knock. Visitor.

Hey. You look a lot better, Maisie.

Oh, thank goodness.

You know, Ross couldn't cope without me. He'd probably starve to death.

He'll only eat my cooking. He lives for it.

That's what he's been saying.

I heard your daughter's come back from overseas.

You were going to have a big bash tonight.

Oh, I wanted everything to be perfect, but...

We don't get to see her much these days.

Well, Dan's been ringing her, but there's been no answer.

I've been ringing too.

Well, look, I'll give it another go now.

Maisie, I can't believe what I... Oh...

It's OK, love.

We've hardly been ourselves.

(Chuckles) (Laughs)

Maisie's results rule out anything gastro

and there doesn't seem to be cardiac involvement.

OK, well, they're both improving,

so perhaps whatever it was that caused this,

it's because they're away from there.

Mmm.

Um, Ross, Maisie... we're a bit concerned about Donna.

(Laughs) Why?

Well, she's probably just sleeping off the jet lag, but, uh...

There is a possibility that whatever has made you sick...

..well, it could be something around your house.

Oh, my God. Donna.

Well, someone needs to check on her. Someone needs to check on her.

Yep.

Don't worry.

Donna?

Oh. It's open.

Oh, hell.

OK. She's breathing. Thready pulse.

Donna? Donna?

Donna, I'm a doctor. I just need to check over you.

Well, nothing bleeding, nothing broken.

Yeah.

Uh...I'll have a look around.

Sure. (Dials number)

WOMAN: Just so I have this clear, Annie,

you've never been admitted for any psychiatric condition

and you have no family history of psychiatric illness.

Certainly not.

Thanks for your help. You get some rest, now.

I plan to.

I don't think you're going to like what I have to say.

What, you don't think there's something going on in there?

No, I'm sure there is.

But I don't think she's a danger to herself or others.

So you can't schedule her.

And I can't convince her to enter the unit voluntarily.

OK. Well, how did she seem?

Very forthright, confident.

She's not always like that. So I gather.

And I do think this may well be a case of D.I.D.,

but unfortunately, I only observed one personality,

and she seemed very together.

Any suggestions?

Get her to enter the unit voluntarily.

I'll find you a bed if you can convince her to fill it.

Yeah, well, I don't fancy our chances, but we'll give it a shot.

Failing that, keep her here as long as possible,

and I'll come down and reassess her again later.

If I can observe her switching personalities, we'll be in business.

What normally triggers a switch?

Unfortunately, that depends on the individual circumstances.

Oh, well, thanks for coming down, Kristen.

See you upstairs, champ.

ANNIE: I will not be treated like this.

I demand to speak to the person in charge.

What's wrong, Annie?

I wish to make a formal complaint

about the way that Annie Tranter is being treated.

And what exactly are you objecting to?

She has been pushed and poked and asked endless ridiculous questions.

Well, it's going to end right now.

Look, Annie, there are some more tests that we need to do

to find out what's wrong with you.

No, you don't.

We're going home.

I do not wish to discuss this anymore.

I-I...I've made up my mind.

I'm going home, and you can't talk me out of it.

I wouldn't even dream of trying to, Annie.

But there is paperwork that needs to be filled out,

and some forms that need to be signed.

Alright. Well, let's get started, then.

Annie, this admin stuff's going to take a little while to get together,

and I'd like to repeat one of the tests that we did earlier.

Would that be OK?

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't really important.

OK. Thank you.

I'll make the arrangements.

(Sighs) Why did you say she could go?

Well, she would've walked out anyway. I had to buy some time.

Well, what's this test you want to do?

Uh, look, if anyone asks, we're doing a repeat head CT with contrast

to rule out the space-occupying lesion, OK?

OK. I'll book it.

NURSE: What do you think's caused this?

SEAN: It's got to be something around here.

VON: Nothing in the house.

Have you ever seen skin that colour? No. I haven't.

Could be due to sepsis, couldn't it?

You'd expect a fever, though, Bree.

Toxic shock.

No bloodshot eyes.

Alright, guys. Quick as you can. Hey, Sean.

Von, we've got to get going. Hey, listen.

FAINT WHIRRING WITHIN

(Coughs) Bloody hell.

It's carbon monoxide poisoning.

Get her there fast.

BREE: Come on. Let's move it.

(Switches off engine)

(Coughs)

(Coughs)

(Sighs)

Knock, knock.

Hey. No wonder bloody Beaumont's been in such a good mood all day.

Hope so.

How are you? How long are you here for?

Forever. (Laughs) Yeah, sure.

Everyone's so surprised by that.

But Charlotte's having our child. Where else would I be?

Hey, calm down, tiger. Point taken.

I've got a 6-week gig upstairs. Really? Good on you.

Now for the bigger job of impending fatherhood.

You're a bloody paediatrician.

Your own offspring are hardly more likely to be different

from all the other thousands of kids you've treated.

Yeah. Except this kid will be mine. Puts a whole new spin on it.

Hey, tell me, has Charlotte been out of control here,

or has she saved it all up for my return?

Hey?

3:00am, she had to have watermelon. With all the seeds removed.

4:00am, I'm making waffles.

Actually, they were for me. Impending fathers get cravings too.

5:00am, "Spence, I want corn chips!"

(Laughs) You alright, Spence?

Any chance of kidnapping fatso here, Frank?

Beaumont, go home, you pudding.

(Laughs) Thanks, Frank. You're the best.

I know. was the best. I was the best.

You've got a big mouth.

Good to see you back. Good to be back.

(Chuckles)

What's the matter, Bart?

Annie Tranter has a social-work record a mile long.

She was first identified as being at risk when she was four years old.

Diagnosed with D.I.D. when she was six.

Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!

(Cate laughs) Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!

Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!

(Whinnies) Alright, into bed now.

Come on. Turn around. There we go.

I feel sick.

Yeah.

I take it this is Donna Hayes, is it? ERICA: Resus., guys.

Any change in her condition, Bree? Nope.

Still unconscious and deeply comatose.

She's on 100% oxygen, but her SATs aren't good.

Right. We'll suction her and get her onto PEEP.

She's intubated and hand ventilated, and two cannulas are inserted.

DAN: We need to transfer.

Come on. Get the lad out. On three.

One, two, three.

Dan, I need UECs, LFTs and carboxyhaemoglobin levels.

Yep.

SEAN: How's she doing? Not good.

How long's she been breathing this muck?

Hours.

You want a rapid infusion of IV fluids?

Yeah, let's flush out the kidneys, yeah.

She'll also need an IDC, and set up for an arterial line.

Alright. Well, I can do that.

Did we get to her in time? I've no idea.

The hyperbaric chamber down at the naval base is on stand-by,

so as soon as we've got her stabilised, we'll transfer her.

Well, get a move on.

Scan's done. Time's up. What are we going to do now?

OK. How many of Annie's personalities do you reckon we've seen?

Well, there's the one who likes to dance.

Yeah. The seductive one who sort of came onto me.

And there's also that kind of tough, confident one, right?

Yeah, yeah. She won't let us get close.

The...almost like a protector.

Yeah, but, guys, how are we going to convince her to stay?

Bart may have just given us the answer.

Somehow we need to trigger the protector.

OK. Uh, just go along with me on this.

Annie. Um, the results of your scan were OK.

Now we need to do more tests. Actually, a lot more tests.

Why? I don't understand. What have I done wrong?

You haven't done anything wrong. We just need you to...

We're going to send you down to Radiology, OK?

No. Please don't. (Sternly) I'm sorry, Annie.

This just isn't open for discussion.

Now, I simply need you to come and take these tests.

(Roars) No!

You will not touch Annie.

You will not do anything to her. She is going home.

I know what's best for Annie.

And you have done a wonderful job of looking after her.

Well, you don't know what she's been through.

Actually, we...we know about the terrible abuse

that she endured as a little girl.

How she was...tortured... and brutally beaten...and raped.

We know she was offered for money to family and friends

to do what they wanted with her.

You don't know half of it.

We also know that her mum suicided

when she found out what Annie's stepdad was doing to her.

And that left Annie to deal with this all alone.

No. She wasn't alone. She had me. No, you're right.

And you have done such a good job to get her this far. To get her here.

You must be tired.

You know what? You don't have to do this on your own anymore.

No.

We can help you.

Yeah, and Kristen, the psychiatrist who saw Annie earlier,

she wants to help protect her too.

She would really like Annie to go and stay with her for a while,

and I can assure you that she will be safe and comfortable.

Now I need you to do something for me.

I need you to try and convince Annie to stay

so we can all protect her together.

(Sniffles)

Will you do that for me?

Please?

Good. That's good.

Yeah.

(Sighs)

The exhaust fumes would have seeped up through the floorboards.

Why didn't we smell it?

Well, carbon monoxide is odourless. We couldn't smell it either.

I started the car to warm it up.

We were on our way to the airport to pick her up.

Then Donna's flight came in early and she didn't want to put us out,

so she called us to tell us that she was in a cab already,

on her way to our place.

And you forgot about the car.

Oh, I'm going bloody senile. Oh, this is all my fault, mate.

No, it's not. It's just...it's just one of those things that happens.

So...is Donna going to be alright?

Well, she was exposed to the fumes for a lot longer than either of you,

and her carbon monoxide level is five times what is considered acceptable.

She could die? Is that what you're telling us?

We have a helicopter on the way

and we're transferring her to the naval base,

where they have a hyperbaric chamber.

The chamber will surround her with pressurised oxygen,

and that way, she can get higher levels of it

through her skin and her lungs.

I-if that doesn't work...

The hyperbaric chamber is Donna's best chance, Mrs Sparks.

Can we see her? Of course.

Then we'll get you off to a ward.

You'll be a lot more comfortable there.

If you guys hadn't gone around the house...

Oh...oh, mate...

SIRENS WAIL

You'll ruin your eyes reading in this light.

What are you doing here?

You really are a sanctimonious bastard, Frank.

Hardly sanctimonious, surely.

My letter to the board.

I'm turning myself in. Save you the trouble.

You were right, I guess. Um... I thought I might, uh...you know.

Get some help.

It's all in there. You can read it, if you like.

Vlasek.

I think you're doing the right thing, mate.

Mike.

Oi! Hey, Jack.

Want to come down the pub?

Come on, mate. I'll buy you a drink.