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

Would you shut up?

I'll bloody kill you! Ricky!

Your brother's been charged with murder.

He was trying to protect you.

AJ.

Don't say a word.

Hey, far too much talking and not enough drinking going on.

Cheers. Mmm.

(Retches) Oh.

Cate. Cate!

Tell us what she's taken. I want her out of here.

He's my son!

If I haven't got him, what've I got?

But do you love him enough to do the right thing by him?

I hate you for this.

You made me kill my son! Stop pointing that thing at me.

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?

GUNSHOTS

VINCENT: We need routine bloods. MAN: What happened?

Fluids.

A man shot my intern and then disappeared.

That's what happened.

You've no idea where he's gone? No.

Support that knee! We got it, Frank.

OK, you said before that you knew the shooter.

What's his name? Um, Taylor. Paul Taylor.

Do you have an address for him?

I do.

VINCENT: What's his BP?

Still dropping - 90 on 55. Push those fluids through.

Do you have any idea why this Paul Taylor shot Dr West?

Look, uh, we treated Paul's son here a couple of weeks ago.

The boy died. Someone get onto theatre.

Let them know we're travelling in five.

JACK: Someone get onto Radiology. Yes, I'll do it.

Yeah, and, Von, can you make sure they call the Blood Bank?

We need FFP, platelets, four units of O neg.

For Christ's sake, can we get going?

DETECTIVE: And Dr West was the treating doctor?

What? No. No, I was.

VON: We've got a multiple gunshot...

Come on, come on, let's go. Well, we can't yet.

The knee's still bleeding. Reinforce the tourniquet.

VON: Requesting four units... Right. Got it. Let's go.

You hang in there, OK?

So this Paul Taylor intended to shoot YOU, then?

No, no, he intended to shoot himself.

So why didn't he?

Dr Campion, if I've got any hope of tracking this man down

before he hurts himself or someone else,

then I need these details.

(Voice echoes) Frank, we'll look after him.

If Paul Taylor intended to commit suicide, why didn't he?

Um... (Sighs)

..because Bart walked in.

And, um...

..Paul panicked.

And what happened immediately after Dr West was shot?

Nothing. Paul and I just... stood there.

We... we didn't say anything.

We just...

..stood.

And then?

And then, um... (Sighs)

..Paul ran away.

With the gun? Yes, yes, with the gun.

Detective, I spoke to Paul's counsellor.

He was determined to be with his son, no matter what.

He said he'd been at Casey's side since the day he was born

and he needed to be with him again.

So, for Christ's sake, find him, will you?

(Exclaims quietly) Where are you going?

Organise a team debrief, make sure everyone's OK.

And where will you be while the rest of us are having this debrief?

(Presses lift button repeatedly) Oh, you're so bloody stubborn.

This is not your fault.

Thanks for that, Von.

Knowing that makes watching a couple of bullets rip through our intern

so much more palatable.

I knew Paul was on edge. I should've talked to him the moment he got here.

Well, it's not like you didn't try. OK, we're all busy today, we had...

We should never be too bloody busy to help someone in crisis.

Listen! I know Paul Taylor a lot better than you do.

Underestimated how hard underestimated ho his son's death would hit him.

Don't do this to yourself!

You told me he wasn't coping with letting his son go,

but I had to charge in like a bloody bull at a gate.

Told him it had to be done.

Oh, don't you bloody dare.

Listen, you didn't make the decision to let his son go - HE did.

Frank, that was the right decision.

Well, Paul doesn't see it that way

and I'm damn certain Bart doesn't think

it was such a great idea either.

PHONE RINGS

AJ: Ah, shit! Oh! Jeez!

LEAVE IT! ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

DAN ON MESSAGE: Hi, how you doing? Ha! That's right, I'm not here.

ERICA: Dan, um... it's Erica.

(Chokes) Pick up.

AJ, please.

OK, well, when you get this, call me at work.

It doesn't matter what time.

Something's happened.

Bart's been hurt. I have to call her back.

No. Why?

You fix me up! (Grunts) ERICA: I'll talk to you later.

Arggh. And get me something for the pain.

Bart's a mate of mine, OK? Something's happened to him.

No! (Pants)

I won't tell you again.

(Grunts painfully)

Is Bart gonna be OK?

He's lost a lot of blood from his abdo wound.

His knee is a mess.

It looks like the second bullet took out the popliteal artery.

Oh!

Shh.

Jesus. What do you think you're doing?

I'm taking this out so I can help.

Help with what, Cate? (Strains)

Well, you could do with an extra pair of hands, couldn't you?

Cate, you're still recovering from an overdose.

I feel fine.

I can't just lie here and do nothing. It's not gonna happen, Cate.

I could answer phones, cover triage.

With everything going on today, the last thing any of us needs

is to be worrying about you.

I'm not asking you to worry about me. I just wanna help.

OK, if you are fine...

..get out of bed.

I mean it. Out you get.

Thank you.

Ooh.

No!

Will you listen to us now?

(Sighs) Hmm?

You are not well enough to be out yet.

What was her problem? She wanted to help.

She tell you why she took the drug?

Why does anyone?

Not making excuses for her, are you?

Oh, come on. She made a mistake, Sean.

Trust me, she knows that.

Yeah, well, we've all made dumb decisions, I guess,

done things we regret.

Please, can you help us?

What's happened? I don't know.

OK, come this way. I've got it.

What's wrong with her? We'll find out.

Nice and wide. Good girl.

That's it. Great.

Mr Poulos, your wife is here. Thank God.

What happened? I don't know.

She just got sick and nothing I did made it better.

She's burning up. I know.

Zoe, do you want a cannula in?

Please.

Thanks.

G'day, guys. I'm Gabrielle. Can I get in there, please?

Sure. This is Alice May.

Could you help her? We'll do our very best.

You said she's been vomiting for two days. Is that right?

Yeah, it's been getting worse. You should've called me.

I would've come straight home.

Have you been out of the country? No, nowhere.

I'll just shine the light in your eyes, Alice May.

She's photophobic. Yeah.

What's that?

It just means your daughter is overly sensitive to light.

Do you want bloods done?

FBC, UEC, CRP, blood cultures and urinalysis.

Sure.

We're almost finished, sweetheart.

What are you looking for? I'm looking for rashes, bites.

Just anything unusual.

Look, I... know it's hard, Mr Poulos,

but we'll look after her, I promise.

Zoe. Yeah.

We need you out here. OK.

I will deal with these bloods. Let me know once you're done.

I'll be back as soon as I can. Wait!

Wh-where's she going? Just calm down.

They'll do what they need to do, OK?

MACHINERY BEEPS

Get that bleeder, will you, Jack? Yeah, which one?

NURSE: Pressure's dropping.

OK, push the fluids through. Put up another bag of blood, please.

What's happening?

Intraperitoneal haematoma.

Right lobe of liver, gall bladder.

MACHINERY BEEPS RAPIDLY He's throwing off PVCs.

Run another blood gas. He might be hyperkalaemic.

He knows what he's doing, Frank. We all do.

Right, clamp the hepatic artery, please, and the portal vein.

I'll see what I can do about repairing the bile duct.

And make it fast, otherwise he'll need a helluva lot more

than a partial hepatectomy.

(Tersely) Yeah, we got it.

Uh, guys, core temp's still rising.

How high? Almost 40 degrees.

God. Infection couldn't be setting in already, could it?

Well, he's got a dirty bullet lodged in his knee.

Anything's possible. Start him on a cold saline solution.

Push the fluid through, please.

Guys, we need to get his temperature down otherwise we're screwed.

Any news on Bart?

I called theatre a moment ago. They had to remove his gall bladder.

Ohh. And...

..they've started on a liver resection.

And the knee?

They haven't got to that yet.

That is a helluva long time to have circulation compromised.

What - you think he could lose his leg?

Oh, I don't know, Erica.

Von! Have you got in touch with Bart's parents yet?

Um... no. They're overseas.

Second honeymoon.

Is there no way to get hold of them?

I've contacted the Foreign Affairs department.

They'll track them down. Mmm.

(Winces)

Wow, they're getting worse, AJ.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, there's something leaking inside you.

That's... probably bowel fluid.

Hmm, that'll kill you. That'll kill you if you don't get treatment.

Shut up. I can't think.

Well, AJ, if you don't listen... Call my sister.

What? You want me to call her now. You wouldn't let me call...

I need to talk to her.

Don't tell her I'm here, just...

Argh! Arggh!

Just... (Pants) ..say you need to see her or something.

(Pants) I don't care how. Just get her here.

No.

I don't have a way out of this.

Either I die here or I die back in jail.

No, you don't know that.

Erica's the only one who ever believed in me.

If I could just... I said... I SAID NO, OK?

I'll call you an ambulance, I'll get you to a doctor, OK?

I'm not getting Ricky involved in this.

Arggh!

Can't you see? (Pants)

There's a reason the prison van crashed yesterday.

There's a reason I made it all the way to you.

Yeah, and it wasn't to set your sister up on a harbouring charge.

I'm a hostage, OK? No-one's gonna question why I'm here.

But the second your sister walks through that door,

the police are gonna ask a thousand questions.

Is that the way you want to thank her?

For sticking by you.

Huh?

Can you please tell us what's happening now?

I'd like to take Alice for a head CT.

What's that?

It's like an X-ray, but it's one that will give us

a better picture of what's going on in Alice's brain.

It's alright.

That is a very normal procedure for someone with Alice's symptoms.

And we'll be with her when you do it?

You won't actually be able to go in the room,

but yes, you can go with her.

So what's wrong with her?

It could be a number of things, Mr Poulos.

Like what? Um, like some sort of infection.

Which is why, if the CT doesn't show us anything,

we may have to perform what's called a lumbar puncture.

It's where we insert a needle into Alice's spine

and take some fluid to test for infection.

Well, how could she get an infection in her spine?

It isn't actually an infection in the spine that we're looking for.

It's an infection in the brain.

Oh, God.

Let's just take one step at a time, shall we?

Honey, come here. ERICA: Zoe!

ALARM BEEPS

He's in VT.

Core temp's hit 43 degrees.

Dantrolene, 120mg.

JACK: This is no good, Vincent.

Putting too much pressure on the abdo wound - it'll open up.

What the hell's happened? He's reacted to the anaesthetic.

Get those pads on. Charge them to 360.

Calcium chloride, 10mg.

Right, I'm gonna scrub up. I'll help.

No, there's nothing you can do here.

There's gotta be something, for Christ's sake.

Clear!

BEEP! Still in VT.

Alright, let's go again. Get some adrenalin into him.

You're not helping the situation, Frank.

Clear!

BEEP! No change.

Frank, will you sit down before you end up on the floor yourself?

(Sighs) There's nothing! Adrenalin, 1mg.

Right, let's go again. Charging to 360.

Clear!

CHARGE JOLTS, FLATLINE BEEP CONTINUES

Clear!

CHARGE JOLTS, FLATLINE BEEP CONTINUES

No change.

Go again.

Will you let us get this under control, please?

You haven't had this procedure under control since you started it.

Go again! Get out of here, Frank.

Clear!

BEEP!

What the hell do you think you're doing? Get out of here!

Another adrenalin in.

PAUL: Dr Campion! Paul. Uh, how are you holding up?

I need to talk to you. Fobbing me off onto someone else!

I hate you for this. (Voice echoes) I hate you for this.

SIREN WAILS

Enjoying the view?

What? The great Frank Campion lost for words?

That'd be a first. What are you doing here?

You know what I'm doing here.

So, tell me, do you think hiding up here will change anything?

No, it won't.

Well, what are you doing here?

My intern is in cardiac arrest.

He's dying, if not already dead.

And do you know why?

Because I was stupid enough to think I held all the answers.

Arrogant, maybe. Stupid, never.

If Bart dies...

There's not a damn thing you can do about it.

So stop feeling sorry for yourself and get your lard arse back to work.

I can't!

I beg your pardon? I can't think straight.

I never thought I'd see you cowering in a corner

when people needed you.

You're better than that.

Do you think you're the only one that cares about that boy?

Oh, no, of course not.

You think you're the only one hurting?

The only one who's asking himself if he could've done things differently?

No, no, no.

Well, I'm pleased to hear it.

Don't you walk away from me, Francis Xavier!

There are people down there that need your help.

That boy on the table, your team in Emergency,

they're trying to get through this without you.

You show some courage, Francis.

Or is all your fine talk just...

..piss and wind?

Clear!

BEEP!

No, still VT.

Right, let's go again. Lignocaine in.

Stop compressions. Clear!

BEEP! Come on, Bart, for Christ's sake.

CONTINUOUS BEEP BREAKS UP

Sinus rhythm! Oh, thank God for that. OK.

Alright, let's get him repositioned.

Let's get to work on that knee. I want him off the table.

No argument from me there.

How's his temp now? It's coming down.

39. Still too high.

Try saline lavages. I'm working on it.

ALARM BLIPS What now?

It's a leak in the vent tubing. It's under control.

OK. Somebody get onto the Blood Bank. Tell them we need another four units.

Right. I'll do that. We're just fluid-chasing here.

He's bleeding out faster than we can put it in.

We need a full coag profile.

We need to get onto this otherwise he's going to arrest.

How can we get him through this? One step at a time.

We need to find out how bad the knee is.

Thank you.

Blood's on its way. OK.

OK, we have an exit wound in the abdo.

There's nothing in the knee.

LIFT BELL DINGS

How's Bart? Um, he's...

He's still on the table.

Zoe, I want an update on what's going on down here.

Sure. Waiting time is up to two hours for category three.

As for category two... How's Cate?

Anyone contacted her mother?

She doesn't want us to contact her mother.

Right now, I'm more interested in what she needs than what she wants.

Make the call. OK.

Oh, Frank, I...

Did he say anything about Bart? Not much.

Well, I'd better find out what's going on.

Thanks.

How does it look? Like you overdosed on a party drug.

Which you are yet to explain to anyone's satisfaction.

Including my own.

I've been lying here trying to work out

how everything went to hell so fast.

And have you come to any conclusions?

I know I'm in trouble.

I have no idea how I got here, Frank,

but I do know I'm the only one who can get myself out of it.

Aha! At last, a moment of clarity.

Look...

..Cate...

..a lot of people around here care about you,

although you may not realise how much.

But there's only so many times that they can hold out a helping hand

and get slapped for it

before they just give up.

I know.

Yeah, I think you do.

So, what happens now?

(Laughs mirthlessly)

I don't know.

Want some advice?

If you've got some. When have I never got advice?

Don't let pride get in the way of you asking for help if you need it.

You get some rest.

CURTAIN OPENS AND CLOSES

Frank, we've got trauma incoming.

Self-inflicted gunshot wound.

Single perforating gunshot wound

with entry from the right side of the head.

GCS 10, BP's holding at 70 on 45.

SEAN: Where did you find him? Cemetery.

He was at his son's grave.

He's had a litre of normal saline, his tachy at 100.

Why couldn't you take him to another hospital?

Good question. What's the problem?

He shot Bart. Sorry. We didn't know.

OK, I page Neuro and get onto Radiology for the head CT.

No, I'll do it. Left pupil's blown.

Frank, we've got this.

We'll need bloods for FBC, UEC,

including serum osmolality,

group/hold and crossmatch.

And I'll need to secure his airway.

Frank, he's got good chest movement. Sats are holding.

If we, um, intubate, we run the risk of increasing his cranial pressure.

Give a bolus of mannitol, IV.

That won't be enough. Did you hear what I said, Frank?

Size eight tube. Sux and thio.

Frank.

Just do it!

Intracranial pressure's increasing.

His hand, leg, toes, they're all indications of brain herniation.

Sux and thio going in. Sean's right.

His brain's been starved of oxygen for who knows how long.

Even if he does survive this,

what sort of neurological damage is he looking at?

I don't know that. Neither do any of you.

We know the likelihood of coming through this unscathed

is next to nothing.

Then we'll try burr holes to relieve the pressure.

Without a scan? Yes, without a scan!

I'm in. BP's increasing.

Wouldn't it be better, KINDER, just to let him go?

Let him be with his boy.

We're not making that decision here, under these circumstances.

That is exactly my point - if this were any other patient...

I want this man stabilised and up in theatre now.

If you don't want to help me, get out.

(Retches)

(Coughs and gags)

(Gasps and coughs)

(Continues retching)

(Dials)

What are you doing?

Jesus! Arggh, shit!

Arggh! Agh.

I trusted you. Yeah, well, I trusted you!

I lied for you! I kept your confidence for you!

Shit! Arggh!

Look where that got me, huh? Arggh!

Agh. Come on, AJ.

You're running out of time. You're dying.

(Weakly) I need to talk to my sister.

(Pants) I need to... make peace with her.

Let me call an ambulance. You can talk to her at the hospital.

She ain't coming here. (Groans in pain)

Come on, AJ.

Do the right thing. (Coughs)

(Pants painfully)

(Breathes heavily)

MACHINES BEEP

Obs? Pulse is dropping.

And he's still hypertensive. Atropine, 500 mics.

Drilling into the man's head blind.

If I don't relieve the pressure, he'll die.

Frank...

Can you look me in the eye, any one of you,

and tell me that your opinion is based on medical presentation alone

or is there just a little bit of emotion involved as well?

Right, set up for burr holes. Now.

OK, Ricky, grab the procedure tray. I'm onto it.

OK, that's got it.

Let's get him up to theatre now.

Oscar Wu is scrubbing in.

How are his obs? They're holding.

That's about as much as we can hope for right now.

Are you going up with him?

No. It's up to the neuro boys now.

I'll organise the transfer when he's out of theatre.

Good thinking.

The last thing Bart needs is to wake up in an ICU bed

next to the man who shot him.

Is he gonna make it?

I don't know, Detective. I don't know.

Thank you, everyone. Great work.

Dr Gallagher! She's having a fit or something! Help her!

Coming!

What's happening?

She's having a seizure. I'll need to get in there.

What's the diagnosis here?

We're waiting on results for a lumbar puncture.

I told you she needed a doctor with her!

Midazolam, 1mg. Yep.

Your stupid tests made this happen.

No, Mr Poulos, a lumbar puncture wouldn't cause this.

Seizures aren't unusual in cases like this.

Well, it's unusual for us.

Nondas, please don't make this worse.

Why don't both of you go and wait outside?

No, look, you probably see hundreds of people come through here,

hundreds of little Alices, but she's the only one we've got.

Just stop it! We've been here hours.

You're not helping, Nondas!

No-one seems to know what they're talking about!

Alice is getting sicker and sicker

and no-one can tell us what's going on!

I'll tell you what's going on right now.

We've given Alice some medication and that will stop the seizure.

You see? It's working already.

She'll be alright now.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No, no, that's OK. That's OK.

There you go, sweetheart.

I just needed to know what was happening to her.

Sure.

I tried to do everything right, you know?

I made sure she had a hat on when she went outside,

I did the sunscreen thing, I cooked every night, no take-aways.

I don't understand what I did wrong.

Well, we don't have to do anything wrong for our kids to get sick.

It's just a fact of life.

Well, what's the use of being a parent

if you can't protect your child?

Even though we'd like to protect the people we love,

sometimes it's just not possible.

She'll be alright now.

I couldn't give a rat's arse

if you've got a sudden outbreak of Ebola to deal with,

I have a 9-year-old girl who's just had a seizure

and without the results of the lumbar puncture,

we are flying blind on how to treat her.

Yes, of course we put her on broad-spectrum antibiotics,

you moron.

Just get me those bloody results!

Did you organise that debrief I asked for?

Bart has now settled in ICU.

How is he?

Well, his temperature's stabilised.

At least his brain's stopped cooking.

Now we get to wait around and see if there's any long-term damage.

How is he?

Er, he's made it through surgery, which is something.

Come on, Hughes, give us a bit more than that.

Look, the pulses in his leg are strong,

but he's still in a critical condition.

He was on the table a whole lot longer than we would've liked

and he's lost more blood than expected.

BLEEPING Vincent, are you OK?

Yeah.

Had any luck tracking down his parents?

No, not yet.

Frank, why don't I give Eve a call,

see if she can come home early from the tour?

There's nothing she can do, Von.

Get onto Foreign Affairs and see if they've found his parents yet.

They need to know what's going on.

Yes, I know that, Frank. I'm handling it.

Good. That's good.

Andrew Temple, 26-year-old male.

Direct impact on left-hand side following MVA.

Possible left lower-rib fracture and abdominal tenderness.

AJ! Ricky!

(Gasps) Ricky, I have to talk to you.

Ricky, don't even think about it.

Yeah. Let's just set up for transfer, OK?

Dan, can you get Erica out of here, please?

Come on. Wait, I have to talk to you.

Please.

Ricky, you can't be in here and you know it. Out.

Come on.

Ricky. (Gasps)

OK, on my count. One, two...

Did he do that to you? No, it's nothing. Really. I'm fine.

(Sighs)

(Grunts)

Bree, what was his pain score when you got to him?

Seven.

Thanks, Bree.

Um, his pain's been getting worse throughout the night.

His breathing's become more laboured.

And you would know this how?

(Pants) Where's my sister?

Hopefully obeying my instructions and staying the hell away from you.

I need to tell her something!

Ricky! Not gonna happen, AJ.

Just let them look after you first and then you can see her, OK?

This is Erica's brother? Yeah.

(AJ breathes irregularly)

His lungs are clear and I'd like to organise a chest X-ray.

OK, his temperature is 39.4. I'm thinking peritonitis.

Mm-hm.

Why don't you start antibiotic cover,

get urgent bloods, LFTs, FBCs, UECs and cultures?

Yep.

And a group/hold and crossmatch, Gabrielle.

There's possible internal bleeding. Sure.

Hey, er, did Dan tell you what happened?

Just that the guy nabbed him in the carpark last night

after he'd finished his shift.

Look, I've gotta tell you, Rick,

if some escaped crim had a knife at my throat all night,

I would not have been arguing with him about getting help.

I would've let him die.

Dan, what happened between you two? It's a long story, man.

Dan, can you check this with me? Yep.

Yep.

Yeah, yeah, there's definitely free fluid in the retroperitoneal space.

Bowel rupture? Yeah, probably.

Why don't you order an abdo CT and get theatre on stand-by for me?

Yep.

Let's get an NG tube and a catheter organised.

(Gasps) Dan... get my sister.

I will as soon as you've had these tests done.

No. Now.

We need to find out where you're bleeding from first.

I'm not going anywhere until you get her in here.

(Pants) Understand?

What are you doing?

Trying to decide whether I should call my parents or not.

I wouldn't know what to say to them. Why don't you talk to AJ first?

(Scoffs) That'd be easy.

"So, what, have you killed anyone lately?

"Held any of my friends at knifepoint?"

He was scared. He IS scared.

He really does wanna see you.

(Scoffs) Why do even you care?

Your brother's convinced that he's a dead man

and he might well be right about that.

Maybe he deserves to be. Yeah, you don't mean that.

He could've killed you.

But he didn't.

In the end, he didn't wanna hurt anyone. He just wants to see you.

He really does care about you, Ricky.

He might have a really weird way of showing it sometimes,

but he really does, he cares.

Give him the benefit of the doubt, OK?

He's your family.

You only get one of them.

Look, I didn't have a choice. I had to get him in here.

And I don't think seeing his sister's a big ask.

What, you really think putting Erica in there with him

is the right thing to do, do you?

He's refusing treatment until he sees her.

I will not be... blackmailed by a patient.

Nor will I be blackmailed by a member of staff.

OK.

OK, even if you think this is the worst idea in the world...

And I do.

At least recognise that it's not our call.

It's her brother, Gabrielle.

OK.

I take it the police are on their way.

Of course. They should be here any minute.

Problem?

Ricky's brother is in Resus. I need to let Frank know what's going on.

Don't.

Her brother is an escaped criminal.

I've just given her permission to be in there with him.

Frank needs to know. No, he doesn't.

Frank is exactly where he needs to be right now.

Leave him alone.

Maria, Nondas, your daughter has viral meningitis.

Oh, God. But we got it early.

She'll need to stay in hospital for a few days,

but I'm confident that she'll make a full recovery.

How confident?

I don't have any guarantees, Maria.

I wish I did.

But you did the right thing by bringing her straight to us.

Now, I have no reason

why your little girl won't be back to her old self in a week or so.

(Sighs)

Thank you.

Thank you. You're very welcome.

Now we'll have to organise

to have Alice May admitted to the paediatric ward.

You'll be able to stay with her overnight if you want to.

(Sighs) OK.

Now you need to sit down and calm down.

You did the right thing. You're a great father.

You're just a big sook.

(Laughs)

Just let us take a scan of your abdomen

so at least we know what's going on.

AJ... look.

(Gasps)

Hey.

What are you doing? Lie down.

Sean...

Sorry, I'm not leaving my patient.

I'm sorry.

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

Maybe.

But I'm hoping not.

Why couldn't you just tell me the truth? You know I would've helped.

That's the point, you couldn't help me.

And you can't help me now.

(Strains) That's why I made Dan

promise not to tell you what was going on.

Yeah, well, I kicked his butt, by the way.

Don't blame him.

Blame me.

Here, put this back on.

Leave it. Listen to me.

I killed a man, Ricky.

I didn't have a choice, but I still did it.

Self-defence. If it was self-defence, you can...

Don't, OK?

Don't.

You've done enough.

You've done more than enough.

Look, we'll talk about this later after you get your scan.

There won't be any scan.

(Stains and grunts)

What is it?

I'm sorry...

..for everything that I've done.

Can you forgive me, Ricky? Please?

That's all I need to know.

(Strains and sobs)

Say it!

I forgive you. Of course I forgive you.

Then you need to let me go.

What? I mean it.

I'd rather die here with you than back in jail.

Erica...

..can you get me a bag of fluids?

Shh. I'll be back.

He got shot?

W... God, no wonder Ricky sounded so shocked on my machine.

Is he gonna be alright? Well, we don't know that yet.

Hey. How you feeling?

Better, thanks. Can I have a word with you, please?

SEAN: I need some help in here! Hold that thought.

Open your eyes. Open your eyes for me, AJ!

He's in VT. Right, charging 360.

Erica, you don't wanna be here. Yes, I do.

DEFIBRILLATOR WHINES

Clear!

HEART MONITOR BLEEPS

Charge to 360 again. Charging.

Clear.

HEART MONITOR BLEEPS

Paul Taylor's still in theatre.

Right. What did Oscar say?

Wasn't his usual optimistic self.

Paul's injuries are extensive.

Did you organise the transfer?

Yeah, St Angela's will take him

as soon as he's stabilised post-operatively.

Good.

I wonder if Paul's son

truly understood how much his father loved him.

Kids rarely do, Frank.

Have you ever told him how you feel?

I mean, it might be nice to tell him how much you respect him,

what a good doctor you think he's turning into.

That's rich coming from you, the great communicator.

Well, I'm not the one standing here counting my regrets.

You're thinking to yourself,

"I can't even hate the man that did it.

"He was in pain.

"If I had taken the time to listen to him,

"maybe all this could've been avoided."

Am I right?

Well, don't flatter yourself, Francis.

That man had problems you couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Oh, you're right.

You're right, Dad.

You're always bloody right, aren't you?

Clear.

HEART MONITOR BLEEPS

Adrenalin, 1mg.

Charging again, 360.

DEFIBRILLATOR WHINES

Clear.

Asystole.

There's no pulse.

Another milligram of adrenaline.

What's happened?

Perforated bowel.

Ruptured spleen maybe. Without scans, I'm only guessing.

Erica...

..he's been down too long.

HEART MONITOR BLEEPS

How's Erica?

I've, um, sent her home.

I know this is a really bad time...

No, no, no. Sit.

I'm ready to talk now.

I'm glad to hear it.

I've let everyone down - myself included.

And I've been especially awful to you

and for that, I'm very, very sorry.

Cate, I would like to organise some counselling for you,

see if we can get you back on track.

Counselling's not gonna help. Then what do you suggest?

I hope you're not about to ask me

to ignore your behaviour of the past couple of weeks.

No, of course not.

You've burnt a lot of bridges in that time and you know that.

Yeah, I do. I realise that.

But if you're willing to do the work, Cate,

bridges can be rebuilt.

Not these ones.

What do you wanna do about it then?

I can't be here anymore.

So I've quit.

(Sighs)

POIGNANT MUSIC

SONG: ♪ I have not lost the will to live

♪ But I might have spent it all

♪ I used to have so much to give

♪ But now I got nothin' at all

♪ I won't let you down

♪ I will not let you fall

♪ I won't let you down

♪ I will not let you fall

♪ I've given my whole life to this

♪ And nothing at all

♪ I opened up the door

♪ Just to let you out

♪ I won't let you down

♪ I will not let you fall

♪ I won't let you down

♪ I will not let you fall. ♪