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GABRIELLE: Alright, everybody.

There's been a knife attack at the prison.

The assumption is that the inmate is dangerous.

I do not want anybody taking unnecessary risks.

Protocol is going to be followed at all times.

The inmate must be accompanied by a prison officer at all times.

You take him to Radiology, an officer goes with you.

He wants to piss, an officer goes with you.

He makes ANY requests, you check with that officer first.

But at the same time, like any other patient,

medical explanations are a must, as is consent to any treatment.

If you have any problems, you let me know immediately.

However, they're bringing in the prison officer

who tried to stop the fight first.

He's in a critical condition, so let's get moving.

VINCENT: He went into asystole in transit.

Chest compressions commenced about five minutes ago.

JACK: Who'd want to be a prison guard?

He's had two litres of Hartmann's.

He's bleeding out. Get some packed cells now.

I'm onto it. I'll ask the blood bank for more.

They've done a good job. He's been cut from ear to ear.

Bloody hell.

Maybe they should stop issuing prisoners with safety razors.

If they did, then they'd all end up with ZZ Top beards.

The cut's three centimetres deep and the right carotid's nicked.

He's got three stab wounds to his left chest.

There's probable damage to the cardiac muscle.

That'll be a fun one for the Cardiac boys.

Two more stabs under the ribs. Anything else to add to the list?

Blood in his ET tube. JACK: He's bleeding into his lung.

Alright, we're going to do a thoracotomy, guys.

Organise a chest tray and prep the axilla, please.

Been a while since we cracked a chest.

It's like riding a bicycle, Frank.

(Patient screams)

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Hey. Enough.

Take him straight through to Subacute 6.

Mark Casteletti, 35-year-old inmate injured in a prison fight.

C spine cleared.

Mark, I'm Dr Everleigh. I've got hep C, man.

Don't touch me. It's alright, Mark.

Everyone here is treated equally. No such bloody place.

Two dislocated fingers on the right hand.

And there's a chance he's fractured his left tib. and fib.

Someone pushed me down the frigging stairs, didn't they?

ANA: Yeah, so you keep telling us.

Any obvious head injuries? Not that we could tell.

Obs are stable and he's refused pain relief.

What, with these injuries? Are you serious?

Are you going to uncuff him?

Yeah, like I'm going to take off with a bloody broken leg!

MAN: Shut it, Casteletti.

(Screams)

Alright, Mark, we're just going to move you over to this bed, OK?

Bart, be careful with that leg. Yep.

Alright. On my three.

One, two, three. (Screams) God!

(Screams) Oh, God!

(Screams)

Let's get this pain sorted out.

Can we get a cannula in? Yep.

Thanks. I'm just going to have a look, Mark.

OK? (Growls)

Settle down, mate. Settle down.

You all have a nice day, now. Yeah.

OK, Mark, this is going to sting a little bit, OK?

(Groans)

Let's give him morphine, 2.5 milligrams.

Yep.

I said no pain relief.

Get your hand off me before I break it off.

Let's get some fluids up. Sure.

Just put up his sixth bag of blood.

FRANK: He's been down for 40 minutes. VINCENT: Clamp.

He's exsanguinating.

You're running out of time.

Do we know what prison he's from? Murrivale Medium Security.

Makes you wonder what's going on at Maximum Security, doesn't it?

Raytek. Resume compressions.

Got to be another tear.

There is. It's in the aorta.

And stop compressions. Can we run that through any faster?

I've already got it on full bore.

It's no use, Vincent. His chest cavity keeps filling up with blood.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

Nothing I can do here, guys.

Time of death, 11:55.

Sorry, mate.

Vincent? Got another one for you. An inmate.

Status? He's in pain.

Good. Hughes.

I know, Frank.

We treat them all the same.

You can't blame him, Frank.

This poor bastard goes to work like every other day

and some guy sticks him one.

What do you expect, Dan? They're crims.

We know a lot about the prison system, do we, lads?

Clean this man up.

I'll let the prison know they're dealing with a murder.

VINCENT: Two of your fingers have popped right out at the knuckles.

You must have done a good job on whoever you hit.

I was defending myself, man.

How's Carl?

The guard they brought in.

You can replace the splints and the icepack now.

Did you hear me? I said, "How's Carl?"

He's dead.

Shit. Only decent bloke among you arses.

Shut it, Casteletti.

Excuse me. I'm going to need you. There's a patient in the car park.

I'll leave you to it. Thanks.

Anything I can do?

No, I should be right popping those fingers back myself,

but you might want to set up for a local for this leg.

I said no drugs! So I've heard.

But unfortunately drugs are essential

to increase joint movement.

I'm an ex-addict.

11 years trying to forget how good they make me feel.

Look, I've got 1 year and 26 days till I get out.

Ain't no-one going to stuff that up now.

You got 12 years? Yeah. What of it?

Maybe some paracetamol. It'll take the edge off the pain.

Nothing.

I might get onto Radiology, book him in for the hand and the leg,

and we'll reassess things when we know what we're dealing with.

The procedures Dr Hughes is talking about are very painful, Mark.

Get a load of you.

What?

You wouldn't last an hour inside, sweetheart.

WOMAN: I'm so sorry for parking here,

but he's been vomiting all night, and I did drive around.

CATE: It's alright. There's no problem.

Please do something for him.

Lawrence? We'll take care of him, OK?

Lawrence, I'm Dr Everleigh.

Please let him be alright.

We'll take care of him. Jo, this is Katherine.

Can you look after her? Just let them do their thing, OK?

Pulse is racing. He's burning up. There's excessive drooling as well.

How long has he been like this?

I'm not really sure.

I think we'll need the trolley, Jo. Alright, I'll go get it.

Lawrence, open your eyes for me.

He was OK when I went to bed,

and I woke up at about 2:00 and he was vomiting in the toilet

and then he just got worse ever since.

Facial twitching.

Lawrence, open your eyes for me.

Come on. Lawrence, sweetheart?

That's the way.

Oh, my God, what's wrong with him?!

We need to get some fluids into him and get this temp down.

Dextrose saline. Give him a gram of paracetamol, IV.

Right.

Can you get a line in, take bloods? Of course.

So, what are you doing?

We're just trying to find out what's wrong with him, Katherine.

Hyperactive bowel sounds.

Give him Maxolan, 10 milligrams, for the vomiting.

Buscopan. 20 milligrams for the abdo. pain.

He's really sweaty.

Soon as he voids, we'll do an MSU.

(Groans)

Hey, stop it. You're hurting him. It's alright. It's alright.

His abdomen's tender. I'm guiding around the spleen and liver.

Do you think this could be some kind of toxin?

Looks likely.

Lawrence, we need some help here. Do you know what's made you so sick?

Katherine, do you know if he's taken anything?

I don't know.

Ugh. Better out than in, hey, Lawrence?

Better get a sample of that to Toxicology.

I really should move my car because I parked it in a disabled spot.

OK. We'll look after Lawrence for you, alright?

OK.

Do you want an urgent call on this pathology?

Yeah, and get a nasogastric tube in and get him started on charcoal.

Yep, sure.

How did we go contacting the wife?

The prison had already called her. She's on her way in.

What does she know? Well, nothing.

Except that Carl was injured and brought here.

Do we have counselling for her? Yes, of course. Organised.

It gets better. She's pregnant, with a 3-year-old son.

The other inmate's arrived.

Not the other one from the fight, I hope.

Yep.

Whose bloody bright idea was it to send them to the same hospital?

No choice, Frank. St Angela's was on code red.

Brilliant.

I'm alright. I'm alright here. Do you guys want to help Zoe, please?

I'll take this. Course.

What?

Well, it says 'Andrew Temple', not 'Andrew Templeton',

on the admission sheet.

He shortened his name when Dad kicked him out.

OK, well, I'll organise an agency nurse

to cover the rest of your shift.

Oh, no, no, no, don't do that. I'm OK, really.

You can't nurse him, Ricky. You know that.

Mm-hm.

Are you absolutely certain you're OK to work while he's here?

Yes, sure.

Hey. What was that all about?

(Sighs) Your patient is my brother.

Whoa.

I don't want anyone else to know, OK?

Goes without saying.

Alright. Let me know if you need the rest of the day off.

OK? Mm-hm.

I want to see him.

OK, um...just wait for Zoe to finish up, alright?

Yep.

ZOE: OK, let me know where it hurts the most, Andrew.

(Gasps in pain)

What, you think I'm going to hit you?

How are his obs?

Pulse is 98.

Sats are at 99, 98 on room air and BP is 154/97.

Good.

OK, we're going to need a head CT, facial series,

a right wrist and chest X-ray,

and can you do bloods for FBC, UEC and do a UA?

Sure.

Can you also get a temporary splint on the right wrist?

I'll get onto Radiology and come back when he's in a gown.

Mm-hm. Dan?

Are you going to be right here?

Yeah.

Just in case you're interested, the guard died.

OK, we have to get you out of that uniform.

AJ, are you alright?

You're hurt.

It's not all my blood.

Whose is it?

God, AJ, talk to me. Tell me what happened.

Can you get her out of here?

I'm a nurse. She's my sister.

I'll have to ask you to leave, miss.

What do you want me to tell Mum? Miss, I can't have you in here.

(Sighs)

OK, you get changed. I'll leave you both to it.

I'll be back in a minute.

You never told me you had a brother.

It's not something I advertise.

He's been in and out of prison since he was a kid.

Is he alright? His wrist looks fractured.

That's well spotted.

It's nothing serious, though.

Did he tell you what happened? No. No, why would he?

(Sighs) Yeah.

What's he in jail for?

Armed robbery. Whoa.

He's been a bit weird lately when I visit,

but he is NOT capable of hurting anyone.

Mmm. He's not.

(Sighs)

FRANK: Clear his airways.

ZOE: It's OK, Lawrence.

Charcoal hasn't had a chance to do anything yet.

I know. Can you increase his oxygen to full?

Sure. Right, diazepam going in.

His resps are shallow. He's going into respiratory distress.

Sedate and intubate him. Sux. and thio., Cate.

Got it. What about his wife?

Can she give us any clues on what's happening?

Wife's disappeared. She's gone to move her car.

Doesn't take this long to move a car.

I'll go find her. She's just upset and scared, Sean.

And not here. So what?

I'll chase up Pathology, see what that tells us.

I'll need a size 8 tube. Sux. and thio. in.

There you go.

It doesn't mean anything, Sean. Doesn't it?

Lawrence has clearly ingested some sort of toxin

and his wife's nowhere to be found - perfectly normal behaviour.

We don't even know what he's been exposed to yet.

No, we don't. But whatever it is, it's killing him.

Have you got anything there for Lawrence Mitchell?

Be my guest. Jack?

Ah, Mark Casteletti. Mm-hm.

There it is. Nice, clean break.

We should be able to fix that without surgery.

I don't know how he's going to go without pain relief, though.

Well, at least he's still breathing.

I don't know how long that's going to last.

Did you leave a patient unattended, Homer?

Uh, he's being guarded, Dr Campion.

Casteletti give you the glad eye, did he?

(Laughs)

That is surreal. Must have been a hell of a fight.

Dislocated fingers don't come much worse than that.

Is this the bloke refusing pain relief?

Yes, Dr Campion. Must be in a lot of pain.

Better get him to change his mind.

What, twist his one good arm, you mean?

If that's what it takes.

I must have been away that day at medical school, Frank.

He's an ex-junkie. He won't take the drugs.

Well, then, make sure it's documented properly

and move him into Resus before you start working, just in case.

VINCENT: You know, now would be a pretty good time

to reconsider that pain relief.

It doesn't have to be opiate-based.

You've never been a junkie, have you, Doc?

You've never chased the dragon

for that 10 minutes of ultimate pleasure.

Can't say I have.

No.

So when you sold your soul

and anyone else's you could get your hands on, it's payback.

You climb the walls. You shit your pants.

And you vomit day after day.

But you still live with the freaking monkey on your back for years.

Just one taste and that's all it'll take.

It's not going to happen, Doc.

There's a real danger you could go into cardiac arrhythmia.

And from that, into cardiac arrest.

You could die. Is that what you want?

No, I don't.

And I don't want to be here either, or my mate Carl dead.

And I don't want my bones all smashed up.

But I don't have much of a choice now, do I?

I need you to sign a consent form.

I can't sign with this hand!

Do your best. Here.

Erica?

What are you doing here?

Um, I want to nurse this patient.

Why? Please, just let me do my job.

Listen, I don't think that's a very good idea.

It won't be a problem.

(Sighs) Alright. One slip-up and you're going home, OK?

OK. Let's get him into Resus. Uh-huh.

Alright, guys. We have to work fast and it's going to be violent.

Are you going to go through with it? Yes, we are.

Well, what if it doesn't work first time

and you've got to do it over and over?

That would be torture. Yep, it would.

I need all the equipment on stand-by,

I need the arrest trolley and the intubation equipment.

Vincent, Mrs Rinardi's here. Carl's wife.

OK. Um... Let me know when Resus is set. We'll get started.

Certainly, Dr Hughes.

JACK: I don't know how we're going to do this without pain medication.

I'm not sure.

It's unlikely we'll ever see another procedure like this again.

(Sobs) Oh, no, no...

No!

Does the prison have any idea who's responsible yet?

No, but I'm pretty sure

the cops will be investigating that sort of thing.

Ricky, don't let these jerks mess with your head.

You just worry about yourself, Bart.

How's he doing? Any improvement? No.

His temp's up, his urine output's almost nonexistent

and his peak pressures are rising.

Increase his oxygen to 100%.

I've already done that. It's not making any difference.

Then increase his pressure support. That's all we can do for now.

Still no sign of the wife? No.

Your wait is over. Mr Mitchell's results.

His urea and creatinine levels are raised

and it looks like he's going into renal failure.

I'll insert a vascath and get onto ICU.

He also has metaldehyde in his blood.

Which is?

No idea. You'll have to get onto the poisons line.

It's used in insecticides.

I knew her green thumb would come in handy.

It's pretty specialised poison.

Mmm. Get another bag of charcoal into him.

Still no sign of the wife?

Interesting. (Scoffs)

You think she tried to kill him, don't you?

How can you be so sure? Can you be sure she didn't?

JO: Katherine!

They're looking for you everywhere.

I've been here.

I'm so sorry. I just had to get out. I couldn't watch anymore.

Yeah, I understand this must be very hard for you,

but we need you back in the E.D. now.

OK. Is Lawrence OK?

Dr Everleigh needs to talk to you.

I just knew the minute I left something would happen. I knew it.

Your husband is seriously ill

and we think it's because of something he's ingested.

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

We know he has something called metaldehyde in his system.

Katherine, that's a poison. We need to know how it got there.

The fact that he got sick early in the morning

suggests it was something he ate.

You think he ate poison?

Maybe not intentionally. Where was he yesterday?

Was he spraying fruit trees, maybe, in the garden?

We don't have any fruit trees. We don't have a garden.

OK. Then where does he work? Could there be poisons at his work?

No.

Do you have any idea how a poison could get into your husband's system?

No.

Katherine.

Do you know how it got there?

I need some air.

Nice work, Dr Everleigh.

Why not tie her to a chair and shine a light in her eyes?

You don't just sprinkle metaldehyde on your dinner accidentally.

If she really wanted to kill him, do you think she'd bring him here?

That doesn't make sense. She's got a point.

Maybe she panicked, regretted it. Maybe it was attempted suicide.

2,000 cases each year. 80% of those are male.

And how many of those ate insecticide?

Mmm. HE'S got a point.

I'm going to talk to her, OK? See if I can find out anything more.

Good.

Because if we don't get some answers, I'll have to report it to the police.

VINCENT: Alright. Let's start with the ring finger.

We'll get this done as quickly as possible.

What's that?

It's the arrest trolley. We've never done this without pain relief before.

We're going to need the cuffs off. No, can't do that.

If he arrests and we have to defibrillate, he'll be electrocuted.

Come on. I don't reckon he's going to go anywhere.

OK, keep an eye on his obs. Let me know if anything changes.

Yep. And we've got oxygen if you need it, Mark.

Yeah, mate, and we've got pain relief on stand-by.

Just take deep breaths.

Now I know how those poor bastards feel when they're facing the chair.

Rightio. Let's do this.

Erica, you might want to get the vomit bowl ready.

I've bloody pissed myself.

It's OK. It's OK.

On three.

One, two, three.

(Screams) Just breathe. Just breathe.

Come on, focus on me, Mark. I can't!

It's OK. You can do it. You can do it.

Come on. I've nearly got it.

(Screams) Oh, Christ, you bastards!

You said no to the drugs, mate. (Groans)

Maybe you'll think twice before you hit someone next time.

I had to hit him. He was killing Carl.

(Screams in agony) Oh, God!

(Mark continues screaming)

How much longer is this going to take, Hughes?

That depends on the patient.

Why would anyone want to kill the guard?

He was trying to break up a fight.

Between you and the other inmate?

Yeah. Bastard tried to get me back on the gear.

Wouldn't take no for an answer.

The other inmate was pushing drugs. Are you sure?

Erica?

How are you going there, Mark?

I've felt better, Doc. Are you finished?

No, we're not. Shit.

This inmate, what was his name?

A little shit called Andrew.

Someone should cut his bloody throat, see how he likes it.

Erica, that's enough.

Let's get the man some clean sheets, shall we?

VINCENT: It looks like we've got good placement for the fingers here.

Erica, what's with the third degree in there?

Uh, look, I was just...curious.

What are you, a cat?

That man is not in our Resus bay to satisfy your curiosity.

So if I hear you ask another question

which isn't strictly related to nursing,

we will be spending the afternoon realigning YOUR fingers.

You got me? Yep.

I've got this under control, Frank. I don't think so.

My nurses, my problem.

Your nurses work in my E.D.

What the hell did you think you were doing back there?

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

It had better not. Understood.

(Sighs)

TAP RUNS

You right there, Homer?

Yeah, I'm fine, Dr Campion. I'm just...freshening up.

Right.

ERICA: What have you done? Nothing.

Ricky, don't. Stay out of it.

Tell me what happened.

Just leave it, will you?

A man is dead, AJ. Did you have anything to do with that?

Would you shut up? Tell me it's not true.

You believe what you want to believe.

Are you pushing drugs? Are you pushing drugs?!

Hey, hey, Ricky, don't! Talk to me! AJ?

Hey, Ricky. Ricky, don't.

It's OK.

Hey! What's going on? None of your business.

I think you just made it my business

when you tried to crash-tackle my patient.

AJ killed that guy. The guy in Resus told me.

What?! You're going to take his word over your brother's?

AJ wasn't stabbed. The guard was, and the other inmate is badly injured.

What does that tell you? There was a bad fight in a prison.

And that we'll probably never know what exactly happened.

You don't understand. AJ tells me everything.

Every time he gets himself into trouble, he just blurts it out.

So if he's innocent, why doesn't he just say so?

Look, you said yourself that he was incapable of hurting someone.

He's changed.

I know he's done a lot of really stupid things, Dan,

but he was never violent and he was never capable of hurting anyone.

(Sighs heavily) Now that he has... I can't support it. I can't.

I'll clean and dress those abrasions now.

Ricky talks about you when she comes to visit.

Yeah?

I talk about her to my family too. We're friends.

That's not what she says.

(Chuckles)

Is she alright?

No, she's confused. She doesn't understand why you won't talk to her.

I can't. Well...

(Gasps) Sorry.

Won't be a minute.

I didn't do it, Dan.

I need a piss.

I'll go get you a bottle.

KATHERINE: I can't get anything right.

CATE: What do you mean?

10 years yesterday.

And when I asked him what he wanted to do for our anniversary,

he said it didn't really matter.

That our relationship had gone stale.

Can you believe that?

After 10 years, he decides that his family's right.

That I'm not good enough.

Not exciting enough.

He was going to leave me. I know he was.

So, did you end up doing anything for your anniversary?

I made him a special dinner.

I wanted to do something different for him.

You know, something not stale.

And what was in this special dinner?

Katherine, what did you cook?

Escargots. Snails.

But I couldn't even get that right.

You know, it didn't look anything like it did in the cookbook.

Where did you get the snails from?

Lawrence has always wanted to go to France,

and so I thought that if I could show him

that I could be adventurous too...

Katherine, you didn't get the snails from your garden, did you?

No. I told you, we don't have a garden.

But the lady next door, she has a beautiful garden,

and she's always complaining

about how hard it is to get rid of the snails.

So I knew she wouldn't mind if I took some.

Katherine, you don't cook garden snails.

Why?

They've probably been baited with insecticide.

Oh, God.

This is my fault.

So she did poison him, but it was an accident?

Exactly. (Chuckles)

Just how gullible do you think I am, Cate?

I'm just telling you what she told me.

Well, unfortunately for Lawrence, all we can do now

is wait for the kidneys to excrete the poison.

Then call the police. Hey, don't do that.

What's this about? Your metaldehyde poisoning?

Yeah. Wife served him up a big plate of snail bait.

It was an accident, Frank.

She didn't realise you can't cook garden snails.

Well, if they both ate the dinner, then why isn't she sick?

I don't know. She wanted to do something special for Lawrence.

Maybe she didn't have any.

And you don't think it's at all convenient

that only he ate the poisoned meal?

I just think we should find out more before we call the police.

No, no, no. I've heard everything I need to know.

Sean, he's crashing! Get the arrest trolley.

He went into VF.

Katherine? You'll need to wait outside, OK?

Get him off the ventilator, quickly.

His peak pressure requirement went up and he just crashed.

Charging to 200.

Charging.

Get some adrenaline on stand-by.

DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGES

Clear.

Charge again to 200.

Charging.

AMBULANCE SIREN WAILS

SEAN: Clear.

HEART MONITOR BEEPS CONTINUOUSLY

Still in VF.

Come on, Lawrence.

Adrenaline in.

Hey, can you take over here? Yeah.

Charge to 360.

Charge.

Get another milligram of adrenaline ready.

The toxin must have damaged his lungs more than we thought.

Clear.

No change. Still in VF.

How long has he been down?

41 minutes.

Forget it.

I'm calling it. Time of death, 14:27.

If it's OK with you, I think I'll call the police now.

I'll let his wife know.

She didn't mean to kill him.

Where's Katherine?

Frank took her to the quiet room. Police are on their way.

Well, I hope they're a bit more sympathetic to...

The man's dead, Cate.

Even if you're right and it was an accident, she's still culpable.

All she was doing

was trying to inject a bit of romance back into her life.

You can hardly blame her for that.

We all know what it's like when things get boring.

It doesn't matter what you and I think.

It's still a matter for the police.

Cate.

Hey. Are you going to help me with Lawrence?

Yeah.

Now, Mark, in order to regain full use of your leg,

we need to precisely realign the bone and that's just not going to be easy.

Just get on with it and fix the bloody leg, will you?

OK. Let's fix the bloody leg.

Listen, mate, this will get a whole lot worse before it gets better.

Are you sure you don't want pain relief?

No.

OK. Removing the splint now, Mark. You're going to feel some pain.

(Mark groans in pain)

OK. Everyone ready?

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

On three. One, two, three.

(Screams in agony) Oh, God!

Hold on to him, Homer. BART: I'm trying, Dr Campion.

(Screams) Oh, God! JACK: I can't get it in!

Hey. GABRIELLE: Yep. He's passed out.

FRANK: Get some oxygen into him.

Mark. Mark, can you hear me?

Did you get the bone aligned? No.

He's got a strong pulse. He's breathing.

Reset that leg before he wakes up.

GABRIELLE: Alright. I'll get a backslab.

No, forget that. Draw up two mils of midazolam.

Hey. What do you think you're doing?

Don't get your knickers in a knot.

We'll sedate him and then we'll do the rest of the procedure

without causing him any more agony.

If ever I get my knickers in a knot, you'll be the first to know.

But right now I'm keeping my patient drug-free, as he requested.

He lost the right to request anything when he lost consciousness.

Well, consider me his power of attorney.

I'm carrying out his wishes. He's a high-risk patient, Vincent.

His hep C status has nothing to do with this.

Try explaining that when he wakes up in a rage

and sticks one of us with a dirty needle.

Frank, if you're uncomfortable with my decision,

then you have the right to leave.

OK?

That goes for everyone here.

You can all go.

Alright. Let's do this.

DAN: AJ's IVP results. ZOE: Oh, great.

What's the goss?

Ah, we've got some right-sided kidney and bladder damage.

Nothing too severe, though.

I think we'll keep him in for another 24 hours.

Make sure the bleeding subsides. I'll tell him the good news.

I'm sure he'd rather stay here than in jail.

I'm sure.

Oh, thank God that man in Resus has stopped screaming.

The patients were starting to think we were in Guantanamo Bay.

BART: Um, he's coming around, Dr Hughes.

GABRIELLE: BP's rising.

FRANK: He's sensing the pain. VOICES DISTORT

Let's get him to theatre now. OK. Let's go.

VINCENT: Oh, that was a total nightmare.

JACK: Right, get that backslab on now.

(Mark roars) BART: Hey!

Hey, hey. It's OK, Mark. Back off, bitch!

What's that bastard doing? Erica! GUARD: Hold steadier.

Away! I'll kill you!

Stop him! Get down! Settle, OK?

It's OK. Just let him go. He can't go anywhere.

I'll bloody kill you!

Get out of my way!

(Screams) Ricky!

What the bloody hell's going on? I'll tell you later, Frank.

Where are the guards? In Resus.

GUARD: Put those scissors down now! MARK: Get out of my way!

And get down! VINCENT: Mark, no!

BONE CRUNCHES (Roars in pain)

Bloody brilliant.

Andrew? You move again and I will sedate you.

DAN: What are you doing? What are you doing? Huh?

You're just making it worse for yourself.

You really have no idea.

Explain it to me, then.

The guard with the slit throat? Yeah.

That was meant to be me.

Why?

Casteletti and his mates have been gunning for me for weeks.

Today they finally cornered me. Wanted me to stash drugs for them.

Carl Rinardi got in the middle of us.

When Carl got stabbed, I pushed Casteletti down the stairs.

You know the guy you're talking about?

He's refused pain relief in here

because he doesn't want to take drugs.

(Laughs mirthlessly) And now you all feel sorry for him, don't you?

Someone's got to swing for Carl's death, Dan.

Casteletti's just making sure it's me and not him.

Have you told Ricky any of this?

No. And you won't tell her, either.

AJ, she has to know this. No.

I'd rather she hate me than be afraid for me.

Got it?

I'm sorry, man. I...I just lost it.

Well, we're back to square one with your leg, 'man',

and I will not put my team at risk again.

Do we understand each other, bro?

Yeah, we do.

But, please, no drugs, huh?

I told you - the pain relief doesn't have to be opiate-based.

Last time I went out to score,

I was...I was so desperate, I took a bend too fast

and this little girl was in the middle of a pedestrian crossing.

Nine years old and on her way to school.

11 years, I've been paying for that day.

Just one taste, and all that time could be for nothing, hmm?

I want to talk to you. Now.

What's the connection between Erica and the inmate in Subacute?

Come on.

He wasn't screaming her name across the E.D.

because he liked the sound of it - what's the connection?

He's her brother.

I beg your pardon?

Ricky didn't want anyone else knowing, Frank.

I was just trying to respect her privacy, that's all.

Respect her privacy? Oh, well, that's alright, then.

Because I didn't need to know

a conflict of interest as big as Ayers Rock

was playing out underneath my bloody nose, did I?

I spoke to Ricky. She said she could handle it.

Obviously, she couldn't. I am sorry, Frank.

Who comes first in this joint? Well?

Patients. Damn right.

So you either get her or her brother out of here. I don't care which.

I am sorry, Frank. I made a mistake.

Well, you make a mistake like that again

and you'll be looking for a new job.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Get out.

How's Frank?

How do you expect?

I'm sorry. Don't be sorry, Ricky.

It really wasn't your fault. I should never have listened to you.

But you did. Thanks.

Thanks? Thanks for what?

Thanks for...for jeopardising the safety of my colleagues?

Thanks for not protecting you from your enormous conflict of interest?

Don't THANK me, Ricky.

Actually...

..can I ask you a question?

When you asked to stay earlier...

..did you have an agenda?

I'm not sure.

I should be sending you home, Ricky.

But you're needed in Resus.

They're taking him to a ward for overnight observation.

He'll be fine.

Hmm.

JO: Have they charged her?

I'm not sure.

The police took her statement, made some calls

and then said they were taking her in for further questioning.

Poor thing.

KNOCK AT DOOR What?

VINCENT: Well, we've finished.

Mark's had repeat X-rays on the hand and foot

and the bones are correctly aligned.

How's his pain?

Now that his muscles and tendons aren't stretched,

he's got some relief, but he'll be feeling it for a while yet.

Righto. Organise a transfer back to the prison for him, will you?

Von's all over it.

You know, you made the wrong call today.

That's your opinion.

You put your colleagues at risk, Vincent.

(Sighs) I was simply following the wishes of my patient, Frank,

which is, ethically, what we're required to do.

Are you sure you weren't just punishing him

for the prison guard's death?

He said he had nothing to do with it, that it was the other inmate.

Yeah, that's right. He did say that, didn't he?

What, you don't believe him?

JO: Oh, this place is great!

CATE: Yeah, I read a really good review on it.

We need cocktails. (Giggles)

Absolutely. And I've got first shout.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

No, seriously. I got paid today. No, look.

Oh, I swear I had no idea he was going to be here.

Come on. We'll go somewhere else. No, no, it's OK.

Are you sure? It was supposed to be our night.

Yeah. No, seriously, it's fine.

Good. (Gasps excitedly)

Word of warning about Sean, though. Uh-huh?

Sean never likes to be wrong,

so I'm guessing he's in an awful mood tonight.

Hmm. But he still doesn't think that he was wrong, does he?

Probably not.

OK, OK, so, um, I'll just suss out his mood

and then either go the big ego-stroke, or I'll just...

Yeah. I don't need to know the details, Jo.

And, uh, what about Zoe? Is she competition?

No, they're just friends.

(Giggles)

Slippery nipple.

Hi. Hi, Jo.

Yeah.

Can I get you a drink? Oh, no. Cate's handling it.

So, today was pretty rough, wasn't it?

You alright? Fine.

Mmm.

And, uh, what's happening for the rest of the evening?

Zoe and I were just thinking about grabbing a bite to eat.

Mmm. I'm starving.

Actually, I might take a raincheck and, um...get an early night in.

(Clears throat) Cool. See you later.

Do you have to go?

(Chuckles) Yeah, actually, I do. Mmm.

See you tomorrow.

So, where were we?

Oh, that's right.

I was about to make you an offer you couldn't possibly refuse.

Were you, now? Uh-huh.

(Whispers indistinctly)

It's tempting. It is, isn't it?

But I should probably head home.

Well, I don't mind going to your place.

I mean, you know, it could be a bit awkward - I live with Cate.

I meant alone, Jo.

Oh. (Clears throat)

Goodnight. Uh-huh. Goodnight.

CATE: Thanks.

'Night, Cate.

Ah, he knocked me back.

Really? Yeah.

Tsk. Oh, well, it's not like he's the only man in the universe.

Yes, but he's the only one that's playing hard to get.

(Chuckles) Or he's genuinely not into you.

(Laughs) Well, you know me.

I never take no for an answer.

(Both chuckle)