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You should've checked the bloody rings last time it was there!

It was blowing smoke all the way here.

METALLIC CLICKING

Oh, shit.

I tell you, if I've cracked the head, you'll know about it.

Alright, I'll bring the bloody thing around first thing in the morning.

Make sure it's fixed. Dr Campion! Dr Campion!

Oh, Paul. How you holding up?

We buried him yesterday.

Frank, we're gonna need a hand here.

I didn't know. Sorry, mate, I've gotta go.

No, I need to talk to you.

Frank, now.

Um...go round to the waiting room. I'll be around as soon as I can.

What's the story?

Leonard Stormont, rollover MVA.

He was unsecured in the back of a prison van.

Alright.

MACHINE BLEEPS

Let's get him hooked up and started on an IV.

A bit too cute to be a prisoner, hey?

Has he got a pulse?

Dan, I'm going to need two units of O-neg and usual bloods.

C spine, chest and abdo X-ray as well as the leg.

Yep.

And we'll need somebody here to page a surgical consult.

A bit short-staffed, Dr Campion? Just a bit busy.

The number's on the wall. Oh.

You're only gonna get busier.

You've got at least another three coming in from the rollover.

Yeah, can I page a surgical consult to the ED, please?

They reckon one of the inmates did a runner.

Alright. Cheers.

Surgical is on the way. Need a hand, Dr Campion?

Congratulations, Homer. You just graduated as a nurse.

Hook that up, IV, will you?

You're not serious, Dr Campion. Do I look like I'm joking?

Could be worse, Bart. They could've demoted you to a paramedic.

Come on, Cate.

Come on! Pick up. Where are you?

Missing someone? Nobody that concerns you.

Oh, really?

Because I'm looking at a full board

and I have a doctor in Resus pretending to be a nurse to cover.

Well, Erica's almost free.

He's a prisoner. I don't want her anywhere near him.

Oh, come on, Frank. I've talked to her about...

Yeah, alright.

Bloody nurses.

I've got three more casualties coming in from that MVA.

I've got a waiting room full... I am aware of that, Frank.

How am I expected to run the joint properly

if half the staff don't bother turning up?

Avoiding hyperbole might help.

A little bit of efficiency might help.

You're the Nursing Unit manager - manage.

TYRES SQUEAL

HORN BLASTS

Sean! Help!

Please don't die! Please don't die!

What happened? I don't know. I don't know.

She just started acting all weird and raving and stuff.

Alright, alright. Calm down. Calm down.

Help her! She's not breathing!

Cate! Cate!

Shit! She's convulsing!

Alright, we need to get her inside. Get a trolley.

Go on, move!

Paul, what are you doing here? Is everything alright?

I need to see Dr Campion.

Von, I need you. It's Cate.

Let's get her into a cubicle...

..well before Frank sees her.

I'll let him know you're here. Just sit.

(Whimpers) We were just at this party and...

Jo, focus.

I don't know how you expect to keep this from Frank.

I don't, but with the mood he's in, he's hardly gonna take it well.

Do we know if she's got a history of epilepsy?

Er, no.

She can't breathe. Can you do something?

Then tell us what she's taken. Nothing.

Bullshit. She'll need a Guedel's airway.

Yep. Naxalone? 400 micrograms IMI.

And an NG tube for charcoal.

Oh, she's gonna love that.

(Moans) Possible parenchymal haematoma.

Alright, let's prep him for theatre, please,

and get him out of here straightaway.

MAN: You got it. Frank.

Found our missing nurse yet?

Well, now that you mention it, can we...?

What's her bloody excuse? It'd better be damn good.

Frank. Ah, Jack.

Give us a minute, will you? I'll be in Acute 3.

Congratulations. Oh...

Hey, how'd you find out? I just found out myself.

Just because you've become a registrar

doesn't mean you know more than me.

Yes.

So when are you gonna make the big announcement?

I don't know. See...

Ah, you want to savour that smug feeling, eh?

(Laughs)

SEAN: Just tell us what she's taken, Jo.

Whatever it is, it's gonna show up on the drug screen anyhow.

No, she'll get into trouble. She's already in trouble. Speak.

It was G.

She drank some G. GBH?

Did she know she was taking it? I don't know.

Did someone give it to her?

Was she raped, you stupid girl? No! No.

She got it from me, OK?

I wouldn't let anything like that happen to her.

Apart from an overdose.

I'm sorry.

You got a plan?

I was going to try activated charcoal. A lavage.

Bit late for that. GBH is rapidly absorbed.

Run those IV fluids. Yep.

Diazepam? Yeah. PR.

I'm having troubled cannulating.

I'll give her the diazepam.

You will. I doubt she'd appreciate me sticking a tube up her backside.

I might be inclined to stick my boot up there instead.

Do you want me to run bloods, Sean?

FBC, UEC, LFTs, glucose and a blood alcohol.

And a catheter?

Yeah. We still need a urine sample for a drug screen.

Maybe GBH isn't all she took.

I'll leave you to manage this, shall I?

Oh, Frank...

Don't try and plead her case. Just don't.

Paul Taylor is in the waiting room.

He wants to talk to you. I don't think he's coping very well.

Yes, I know. I saw him on the way in.

So anything I can do, just tell me.

Yep.

Paul?

That's a beautiful photo.

It's my beautiful boy.

I miss him.

Yeah, losing a child. It's not how it should be.

I thought I could let him go. You convinced me I could.

Look, Paul...

..I know this is a tough time and I'm very sorry for your loss.

Are you?

Yes, I am. I understand you're hurting.

I just need to talk.

Well, then let me organise a grief counsellor for you...

I don't want a bloody grief counsellor.

You don't have to go through this by yourself, mate.

No, but that's the thing - I am by myself, aren't I?

Can somebody help me?

Hello!

I'm sorry, mate, I've... Hello! Hello! I need help.

It's alright. It's alright. I'm Dr Campion. What's up?

There's just so much blood.

Yeah, there is a little bit, isn't there?

Come with me. I'll see what I can do about it.

Well, I mean, it just looks like a nosebleed to me.

But there was so much blood.

That's what kids do in the middle of the night -

they pick their noses and they can cause an awful lot of damage.

Is that what you did? Pick a winner? (Laughs)

Funny, aren't I? Got a million of them.

Hi. I'm Dr Gallagher. Zoe.

Louisa Jackson.

And who've we got here?

This is Matthew. He's five years old.

And he woke up this morning in bed with blood all over him.

It scared the hell out of me.

I can imagine.

I think it's a case of nose-pick-itis,

but run the ruler over him just in case, eh?

Got it.

I'll leave you in Zoe's capable hands.

G'day. I'm Gabrielle. How you doin'? Bzzzzt!

Louisa, what can you tell me about Matthew?

Um...well, I've got his blue book here.

Great.

He's a good kid. He's never really been sick a day in his life.

Normal delivery?

Injections up to date. Yep. Just like you're supposed to.

Has he had a cold or a flu lately? Fever maybe?

Zoe?

Sit up for me?

He's always playing rough-and-tumble with his mates.

He seems to bruise so easily. Don't you, Matty?

Let's do bloods, rule out leukaemia.

Er, check to see if there was anything missed at birth.

OK. I will get onto DOCS. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hang on. This could be nothing.

You heard what she said. He's an active little boy.

Yeah, all five-year-old boys play rough.

They don't all turn up in Emergency covered in bruises.

Is this the Jackson child? Mm-hm.

Yeah, it could just be a protein deficiency.

I don't think we should be jumping to conclusions.

I'd love to share your optimism, Zoe,

but I've seen enough of these cases

to know there's usually only one conclusion to jump to.

Yeah, well, once in the system, they're guilty until proven innocent.

I'd rather be wrong than read about the kid in the paper next week.

She's right.

Any unexplained bruising on a child needs to be reported.

Damn the rules!

I am not putting them through this until I've got more to go on.

Look, all I'm asking is for some time.

Let me do a few tests,

see if I can come up with an alternative explanation.

No. OK.

Looks like I've been outvoted.

So, Miss Stickler for Protocol,

have we had a chat with our friend in Acute yet?

Reminded her of the code of conduct clause in her workplace agreement?

Because I'd be happy to jump in...

Leave it, Frank. I will deal with this.

There might be another explanation.

How's she doing? She'll live.

Compassion, Doctor. When it's due, Von.

Right, well, I suppose I better get onto

finding an agency nurse to look after her.

I can stay.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I've rescheduled my appointments.

Thanks, Von.

I think she'll probably appreciate a friendly face

WHEN she comes out of it.

Frank's doesn't qualify?

Gabrielle, we...

What happened? What do you want?

Another casualty from the prison van's on their way in.

ERICA: I can't believe she took GBH.

You think she'd know better after working in this place.

What have we got? MVA, rollover.

Patient's Isaac... Crawford.

GCS is 15. Running Hartmann's.

No pain management required.

Took my time getting here 'cause they had to cut me out of the van.

Cool, hey? Spot on. You mind if I handle this?

Mr Crawford took a knock to the head.

Obvious contusions, impact trauma to the left orbital socket.

No apparent injury to the neck.

If you do the little finger thing,

I'll definitely be able to follow it.

I think we'll check, anyway. Alright.

Hey, whoa. See, I'm fine.

WOMAN: Oh, are you right there? OK.

Take it easy, Isaac.

Thanks, Lorraine. Not much choice now.

(Chuckles)

Erica.

You give yourself a good whack. Did you lose consciousness at all?

Not that I remember.

I'm just gonna take your blood pressure, mate.

I bet it's 125 over 60.

What, are you a doctor?

Nah. I'm just a humble old nurse over at Murrivale Prison.

I'll just be a sec.

I'm sorry, but I have enough problems today

without having to add you to the list.

I want you to stay away from anyone

even remotely connected with that prison!

You're kidding me! This has got nothing to do with AJ.

Erica Templeton? Yes?

Detective De Santo. This is my partner, Detective Mills.

We need to talk to you about your brother.

What about him? Have you spoken to him recently?

Nuh. We're not in touch anymore.

You sure about that?

Yes, I'm sure.

What's this about?

Did you know Andrew was in an accident this morning?

I told you, I haven't spoken to him.

A prison van rolled over.

Yeah, we're treating some of the other casualties.

What, is he hurt?

He escaped custody.

Your brother's on the run.

You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

I didn't even know he was going to court.

Your brother's been charged with murder.

Took out one of the other inmates, allegedly.

Victim's name was Mark Casteletti. He ever mention that name to you?

According to the records, both Casteletti and your brother

were recently brought here for treatment.

Maybe you remember the guard that was killed in the same incident.

I'm sorry, Detective, but I have patients waiting.

I hope you find my brother, for his sake,

but I don't know how I can help.

If I was facing another 25 inside, or my brother was...

You think I had something to do with his escape?

There's no evidence that the escape was planned.

But if you do know where he is or he does try to contact you,

do yourself and your brother a favour and call it in.

Hey.

What did they say?

AJ's being charged with murder.

What?!

He killed Mark Casteletti.

You're...

..you're kidding.

Couldn't just leave him alone. Had to go and finish the job.

No. You don't know that for sure.

He's being charged!

Well...it could've been self-defence. Maybe AJ was set up.

Maybe someone wanted that Casteletti guy out of the way

and your brother took a fall.

And maybe my brother is a drop-kick loser who is guilty as charged.

You don't know what went on, Ricky.

And you do? Well...

How'd it go with the police?

Oh, they just asked the usual questions.

Gave me their card, told me to call if I heard anything.

If you feel you're not up to working today...

You're short-staffed. I'm fine.

Yeah, she's fine. She's fine.

OK. Well, let's get back to work, then, shall we?

Yep. Yep.

Hey, innocent until proven guilty, OK?

Do me a favour and don't tell anyone about the murder charge.

Oh...

I can trust you, can't I? Of course. Of course.

No! Uh, uh, uh, uh.

You're going to be OK. Easy.

Von... Mm-hm.

What happened? I feel so sick.

What's that taste?

Charcoal.

Charcoal? Mm-hm.

Oh, no.

We were at a party. Yes. We know.

Jo brought you in after you started having seizures.

Where is she? I have to talk to her.

No, you don't. No. Uh-uh.

Look, whatever you two need to discuss can wait until later.

What did she say about what happened?

Well, she said you'd taken GBH.

(Weakly) Who knows?

Does Frank?

Mm-hm. Sean, Gabrielle.

Sean? Well, he was the attending.

Whose sick idea of a joke was that?

Come on, Cate, no-one's judging you.

Everyone just wants to know you're OK.

I need to see Jo. I've gotta talk to her.

Come on. No, no, no, no. You are just going to lie there.

If you promise me you don't move, I'll let her know you're awake, OK?

Yeah.

We'd like to run some tests for lymphoma, haemophilia...

I thought the other doctor said it was his nose-picking.

We just wanna make sure.

Nosebleeds, bruising - they're indicators of blood disorder.

No, no. I know my son. He's not sick. Look at him.

I overreacted this morning. That's all.

Look, it won't take long, I promise.

Could I just take him home and phone in for the results?

It's better if you stay. (Scoffs) It's better for you, maybe.

Sorry?

This isn't about anything else is it?

The bruises?

I saw the look on your faces.

Mrs Jackson...

It's 'Miss'. I don't have a partner.

Miss Jackson, when a child comes in

with significant bruising like Matthew has,

it's our job to investigate.

(Sighs) You think I hit my kid? No-one's saying that.

Great. That's just great. There's no point even arguing with you.

You've already made up your mind, haven't you?

(Sighs) Come on, Matty. We're going home.

You can't leave. Hmm?

You can't.

If you leave before the test results come back,

we're forced to ring DOCS, regardless.

Let's just wait for the tests, shall we?

Hey.

You look awful.

(Scoffs) You don't look so great yourself.

I'll leave you to it.

Don't stay too long.

(Sighs) Are you OK?

Why did you have to bring me here?

I freaked.

It was the closest hospital.

I've just been cannulated and catheterised by my work colleagues.

I've had a diazepam shoved up my backside.

(Laughs) No, no, it's not funny.

They probably think I'm some out-of-control drug fiend.

Oh, I wouldn't say you're out of control.

This isn't a joke. It's a disaster.

Love to think what Frank and Gabrielle have to say about all this.

Oh, who cares what they have to say?

They're a bunch of uptight bureaucrats

who could do with a good night out themselves.

I could lose my job. You weren't hurting anyone.

What you do in your own time is your own business.

You're unbelievable.

Life's just one big long party to you, isn't it?

Well, at least I'm honest about it, Cate.

What's that supposed to mean?

I didn't force you to do anything you didn't want...

I'm not saying that you did. Exactly!

All you were doing before I got back was go to work, go home, go to work.

You need me around

because the only way that you can have fun

is if there's somebody else there to take the blame.

I'm not asking you to take the blame.

It's a little late for that, isn't it?

I'm gonna go. Jo...

Hey. How is she?

Feeling pretty sorry for herself. But I guess Cate's good at that.

Zoe. Yeah?

Pathology results for the Jackson kid.

PHONE RINGS Emergency.

Bad news?

Yeah. Negative haemophilia, meningococcal septicaemia, leukaemia.

Which means we can't rule out abuse.

I want Von to have a chat with the mother. Just a chat.

Yeah, well, I'm still waiting on further tests, Frank.

There could easily be something in one of those.

Easily.

But you don't think so, do you?

It's not for us to judge.

No, it's not part of the job,

but it sure seems to be second nature around here.

Frank, director of medicine wants you in his office.

God. Did he say what it was about? Nope.

Did you tell him I was busy? Yep.

He said he doesn't care how busy you are,

he wants you to get your big fat...

Alright, alright. I get the picture.

Paul Taylor's in the waiting room.

Tell him I'll be with him as soon as I can.

Ricky, can you give me a hand in here?

I'm just on my way to go... Please.

(Hums anxiously)

OK, Mr Crawford, we're just going to secure that ankle.

I'll need a 30cm back slab and 3m of crepe, thanks, Ricky.

Ricky? You can't be AJ's little sister, can you?

(Chuckles) Get out of here!

I know her brother. How's that for a coincidence?

You never told me you had a brother.

Actually, I'd prefer not talk about it, if that's OK.

No problem.

A lot of people find it tough when someone they know goes into prison.

Well, I'm well used to it by now.

AJ's what you call a repeat offender.

He's a good bloke, really. He just needs a little support.

He's had support. I'm sorry. I didn't...

There's only so much a person can give

when it's repeatedly thrown back in your face.

Erica...

..I think maybe it's best if I handle this on my own.

AJ? What the...? Just shut up.

What the...?! What the hell are you thinking, coming here for?

I need help. (Strains)

You hurt, mate?

I reckon I've cracked a rib.

Just give us something for the pain.

I don't have anything.

Don't bullshit me, Dan. I know you just got supplies.

I need help!

If you want my help, then... then I'll take you to see a doctor.

No! No.

I'm going down for murder.

If I go back, I'll spend the rest of my life inside.

Not if you're innocent.

You are innocent, aren't you?

Oh, shit.

What have you told her? Nothing.

But, mate, she's your sister. She needs to know the truth.

Wait!

Is he hurt? Yeah.

You should've made him turn himself in.

Well, I didn't get the chance.

What? Huh?

Did AJ tell you something?

You've gotta tell me, Dan.

Dan!

The last time AJ was in here, when the guard was killed,

he wasn't the one responsible.

What?

The guy...the...er, Casteletti

wanted him to carry drugs in for him.

AJ refused. Casteletti came after him.

The guard, he just... he just got in the way.

So it was Casteletti that killed the guard?

Yeah!

And AJ told you this? Yeah.

You're an idiot. He sucked you in. That's what he does.

He lies, he plays on people's sympathies.

No, no, that's not what happened. No, Erica, wait. Wait, wait.

Why would he tell you and let me go on thinking he was guilty?

Because he was trying to protect you.

And what's your excuse? I'm trying to protect you as well.

Oh, you patronising bastard!

Alright. I'm sorry. I should've told you.

Damn right, you should've!

My brother doesn't get to decide what's in my best interest

and neither do you.

If trying to protect you makes me a patronising bastard,

then I guess that's what I am, because I'd do it every time.

So much for being able to trust you.

(Unlocks door)

Oi! You can't be in here.

Well, I want to see Dr Campion.

Well... He promised to talk to me.

He'll get to you when he can. You'll just have to wait your turn.

He had all the time in the world

when he was talking me into killing my son.

You're Casey's dad? I'm so sorry.

Oh, yeah, for my loss, yeah, yeah. Keep it.

I've already heard it.

You just tell Dr Campion I'm still waiting for him.

You got it? OK, I'll let him know.

Yeah, you do that.

Von, have you seen Frank? In a meeting - could be a while.

Paul Taylor wants to see him in the waiting room. He seems pretty upset.

Uh...yeah. I'll...I'll see him.

Ahh, good.

This will make you feel better.

The head's fine. I'll be alright.

Oh, don't be silly.

No, just...I'll do it myself, Von. Just leave it, please.

Makes you glad you went out of your way to help, really, doesn't it?

Yes, I wish all patients were this...appreciative.

I'm not a patient, and I am appreciative, OK?

OK, I'll leave that there for you, for later.

(Sighs)

If you've come here to lecture me...

Sometimes I feel just like Frank. I want to give you a kick up the bum.

Join the queue. But I'm not going to.

It's not my job to babysit the staff,

although, quite frankly, the way people behave sometimes,

it does feel like a nursery.

Can we just get on with it?

Alright.

You need to know you're on shaky ground, Cate.

You are a good nurse, you've got a lot of potential,

but if you keep going the way you're going...

Should I consider this an official warning?

If you want to. Fine - consider me warned.

Cate, is there something going on?

Is there something in your personal life that I should know about?

(Sighs)

OK.

Why don't you get some rest? We'll talk about this again later.

(Exhales slowly)

Paul?

He sent you, did he?

Um...

..can we go somewhere a little more private to talk?

I'll wait for Dr Campion.

I'm a good listener. Mmm.

It does help to talk things through, Paul.

Thanks, but I've already been to a grief counsellor.

You have? Yeah, I have.

Lot of good it did.

Yes, well...

..working through grief - it does take time.

This is not something you get over.

My son is dead.

Please just tell me how I can help you.

Get Campion.

I can't talk to you about this, Von. I don't want a grief counsellor.

I just want to talk to my son's doctor.

Is that too much to ask?

No.

I'll make sure Dr Campion sees you as soon as possible.

I'm just gonna check your obs.

How well do you know my brother?

Well enough to know that you wore braces as a kid,

and AJ gave you heaps for it.

People like to chat when you're stitching them up.

I've stitched AJ up a lot.

Hey, I'm, uh... I'm sorry if I upset you before.

No, I'm the one that should be apologising.

What I meant to say earlier

was that AJ could do with a bit of support from the system.

See, it's the system that's let him down, not you.

How?

Well, drugs are a pretty big part of prison life...

(Laughs) Hard to believe, I know.

..and AJ was the perfect drug mule.

He was clean, he was up for work release -

they just didn't expect him to put up so much resistance.

Yeah, but the other inmate, Mark Casteletti,

told me that it was AJ who was pushing drugs.

And you believed him?

(Sighs)

I didn't know what to believe.

Mark Casteletti IS the drug trade at Murrivale.

Well, at least he was.

You know that kid they brought in earlier - Leonard?

When they couldn't break your brother,

they tried to use him as leverage.

If it wasn't for AJ,

it would have been him in the body bag now.

You didn't fill it in.

You didn't need the obs.

And you didn't need an excuse

to come and talk to me about your brother.

Do you think AJ's capable of murder?

I think we're all capable of things we can regret.

It's just how far we need to be pushed.

VON: Do you have any help at home?

Uh, no, but we manage.

Uh, but you leave Matthew with babysitters?

No. (Chuckles)

What about when you work?

Oh, he goes to school.

He's never missed a day - you ask his teacher.

So you go to work, he goes to school and you have him all other times?

I said that, didn't I?

(Chuckles) Yes.

What about your friends?

Oh, uh, most of my girlfriends have kids of their own, so...

We just lob over to each other's places when we want to catch up.

Yeah, well, we need to talk things over, don't we?

(Laughs) Yeah.

They're bitches most of the time, but they make me laugh.

Uh, boyfriends?

(Laughs) Oh, yeah, I wish.

Do you reckon they hang around when they find out I'm a single mum?

Uh, Zoe, more results.

Negative. (Chuckles)

Of course it was negative.

Isn't that what everyone was expecting?

You know, reporting this doesn't have to be a punishment.

You could be throwing her a lifeline.

What if we're wrong, Frank?

You know, I've seen what sort of damage this can do to a kid

and I don't want to spend the rest of my life...

Alright, Gallagher, what's this about?

Come on. We've known each other a long time, haven't we?

Yeah.

Yeah, we have.

Well, then, spit it out.

When I was a kid...

..some...

..some social worker decided that my brother and I were at risk.

They put us into a foster home.

Mum kept telling us that she was fighting them

and that she wouldn't give up.

On my sixth birthday, I was formally adopted out.

And were you at risk?

Maybe.

I don't know.

How could I, Frank? I was just a kid.

I mean, I just remember it being fun.

Well, I take it you lost contact with her.

And I don't know what happened to my brother.

You've never thought about trying to find them?

Yeah.

I just don't know if I want to know the truth.

(Sighs)

Listen, Zoe, if you want this patient reassigned...

No.

Thank you.

I'll be fine.

Good.

(Sighs)

OK, and I know you'll do the right thing by this kid,

despite the circumstances, eh?

Each case on its own merits?

Yep, that's right, they're still here.

Well, we're just waiting on further test results.

Will do.

(Chuckles) My pleasure.

You made the right decision.

Paul?

I'm sorry, Dr Campion. He came through the ambulance bay.

No, no, no, that's fine, Dan.

I've been waiting for you. Yes, mate, I know.

What are you gonna do - fob me off onto someone else?

Tell me you're busy? No, come on.

We'll go and have a chat now. ALARM RINGS

That's Isaac Crawford.

BART: Dan? Trach him.

Go on.

BART: Isaac, can you hear me? Isaac?

DAN: BP's dropping. BART: Come on!

I thought this was a category-three patient.

He was.

Size 7.5 tube.

I noticed a left-sided hemiplegia.

Uh, pupils blown, reaction's sluggish.

Cerebral bleed. I believe so, yes, sir.

Applying coracoid pressure.

BEEP!

Well, Homer, that was a good call.

I'm in.

He's bradycardic but we have a sinus rhythm.

Good.

Page Surgical...and tell them

we're going to transfer this patient up to theatre immediately.

Think you can handle it from here? I think so.

Well, there's hope for you yet, Homer.

There is hope for you yet.

(Sighs)

Paul's already seen a counsellor. Wasn't too impressed with that.

Do we know which one? I can find out.

Good, do that. They might give us something to go on.

Well, Frank, obviously he got sick of waiting.

Call him, will you? Find out where he is. Make sure he's OK.

DISTANT HEARTBEATS

DISTANT FLAT-LINING BEEP

Zoe? The rest of those results came in for Matthew Jackson.

Mmm? You were right.

Von Willebrand's disease.

Well, that's some relief for the mother.

Oh, you made the call, didn't you?

Maybe it's not too late to retract it.

Once in the system, it's locked in.

(Sighs) Oh, shit.

ZOE: Where's Matthew?

LOUISA: He just dozed off about 20 minutes ago.

I just thought I'd stretch my legs.

Uh, we got the rest of the results back.

Matthew has a form of Von Willebrand's disease.

(Scoffs) What's that? I've never heard of it.

It's a blood-clotting disorder.

It explains why Matthew bruises and bleeds

more easily than other kids.

Well, can you fix him?

He will probably have to inject a synthetic hormone

for the rest of his life.

(Sighs)

(Scoffs) The rest of your life's a long time for a little fella.

Well, we'll work with you for follow-up care

and I'll organise a medical ID bracelet for him.

Great.

At least that way, it'll stop other doctors

from thinking I lay into my own kid, hey?

Well, I better get him packed up and off to bed or something.

Louisa, I can't let you go home yet.

But we know what it is now, right?

DOCS still want to talk to you.

But I thought you said this disease explains the bruises.

The call had already been made. They're required to follow up on it.

(Sighs) You're a bitch.

Miss Jackson, it's the law. It's...

No, you're a bloody bitch, OK?

I'm sorry. I bet you are.

I bet you both are.

I may not be the brightest, but I'm a good mum, OK?

And Matty is the world to me.

I promise I'll do everything I can...

No, don't - you've done enough.

SEAN: Looks like you're improving.

Is that it?

What do you want me to say, Cate?

I don't know.

I'm not looking for any sympathy, but...

..a few milligrams of understanding might be nice.

Mind if I have a word with the patient, Doctor?

Be my guest.

(Sighs) Can't a girl have any privacy around here?

(Scoffs)

(Scoffs)

It's worse when you don't say anything, Frank.

You've got two minutes

to explain your behaviour over the last few weeks.

Why does everyone think there has to be a reason?

Because we're trying to justify why we don't fire your sorry backside.

Do you have a reason every time you come in here

with a pole stuck up your arse?

'Cause we've all had to put up with that.

Frank - out.

So, basically, she doesn't have an excuse.

None that she's prepared to give, no.

Is that the best you can do?

She was off duty. What do you want me to do? Have her fired?

Don't get cute, Jaeger. She is my responsibility.

I will deal with this.

And the E.D. is my responsibility,

and I need to have confidence

in the level of support afforded to my doctors,

and at the moment, I do not have that.

I have spoken to her, Frank... No!

Enough is enough. I want her out of here.

And if you don't feel like doing it,

I'll go to the head of nursing and arrange it myself.

Would you stop? No, not until I've spoken to you.

Just go away. No, no, no, please.

Bloody hell, Dan! AJ's out there.

He's hurt, he has the cops after him

and he might die believing that I hate him.

OK, I got it wrong, I get that,

and I promise that I'll butt out of anything to do with your family, OK?

It's just...

..how can I make things better between us?

You can hope like hell that I get a chance

to make things right with my brother.

DULL BEEPING

Come on.

ENGINE STARTS

ENGINE STALLS

Shit. Shit!

AJ.

Don't say a word. Just drive.

OK.

Sean?

Mmm?

Um, I just wanted to thank you for looking after Cate.

You really don't like me, do you?

I really don't think about you at all.

(Laughs) And all this time, I thought you were playing hard to get.

Let me spell this out for you.

Cate's my friend.

I care about her - we all do.

You, on the other hand, are no friend at all, to any of us.

Hey, you think you know Cate?

Cate the magnificent? Cate the bold? Cate the brave?

Well, Cate's nothing but a scared little girl

who's too afraid to show herself to anyone.

You don't know Cate.

Cate doesn't know Cate.

And if she did,

she would tell you lot to shove your goddamn hypocrisy.

Get a life.

Ahh.

You're jealous.

(Chuckles)

Look, I brought her some clothes.

Um...

..I don't think I can handle much more of this place.

Jo dropped this bag off for you.

Thanks.

Uh, Dr Campion?

Yes, Homer?

I just wanted to talk to you about my next rotation.

What about it?

Well, I was thinking of putting in for emergency medicine.

Why would you want to do that?

Well, I just thought,

seeing as I've been doing shifts here for some time,

you might be able to put in a good word for me.

(Laughs) Did you, now?

Well...I...also really, really like emergency medicine.

Paul? You alright?

(Pants)

This is where he died.

Come with me, mate.

It's alright, mate.

Come on.

I'll be in Consult 2. I don't care what it is, I'm not to be disturbed.

Yes, Dr Campion.

Come on, mate.

TENSE MUSIC

Come in, Paul.

Now, we should have all the time that we need.

Good...'cause we've got a lot to talk about.

FRANK: Give me the gun.

For goodness' sake, Paul, give me the gun and then we can talk.

Who gave you the right? Your son had a terminal illness.

He...he was ready to die.

Who gave you the right to play God with my son's existence?

Will you stop pointing that thing at me? Paul!

"Every idle word that men shall speak,

"they shall give account thereof in the day of justice!"

Is that what you want? You read your Bible, Dr Campion?

What do you want from me? To beg God for forgiveness?

(Shouts) Who gave you the right?

Nobody gave me the right, but the law gave you the right,

and you did the right thing with kindness and compassion.

You and your compassion!

You made me do it! You made me kill my son!

Oh, Bart? Excuse me. Any idea where Frank is?

Uh, he's in with Paul Taylor. Oh, go get him.

He didn't want to be disturbed.

I have Paul's counsellor on the phone. Go get him.

But he... Oh, don't argue! Do it!

I'm going.

Oh! Sorry!

(Laughs)

You did exactly the right thing by him.

You did what he asked you to do. You didn't kill him.

Where is he now?

Tell me! Why did he have to die now?

Paul, he was in such pain.

All day, I've watched you - the good doctor saving lives.

Why couldn't you save Casey's life? Huh? Tell me!

Why did you give up on him?

What did my boy do to make you all give up on him?

(Sobs)

Oh, for Christ's sake, Paul, don't do this.

(Sobs) Sorry, son. Sorry I gave up on you.

Just put the gun down and we'll talk.

(Laughs) About quality of life? My quality of life, now he's gone?

Killing me isn't gonna bring Casey back, Paul.

Killing you?

I'm gonna be with him now...

..and you will bear witness.

Dr Campion?