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(Grunts) Hey?

You shouldn't say that. Ease up.

Please.

SCREAMING Problem solved.

NEWSREADER: And in breaking news,

police have surrounded a suburban house

thought to be the hiding place

of those responsible for the drug robbery and explosion

at All Saints Western General Hospital

earlier this week.

Mitchell Atherton is on the scene.

They found 'em.

MITCHELL ATHERTON: Police were alerted to the location

in the early hours of this morning

after media calls for help in tracking down the men.

Tactical Response Units are on site.

A police negotiation team... Come on. Let's go.

So, far all attempts to make contact with those inside have failed.

But a police spokesperson indicated

that they're confident of a resolution to the situation

within the next couple of hours.

Hey! Hey!

I don't know about you,

but the last thing we need is to be revisiting any of that.

So, come on. Let's get back to work. STEVE: OK.

We've got incoming. Anyone know where Frank is?

Admin summoned him.

That's not good. No. Not at all.

GABRIELLE: Are you coming? In a minute.

Today because of a lack of security,

people died.

Because of a simple lack of caring and compassion, people died.

As soon as these drugs get out on the street,

more people will die.

And I tell you now,

the hospital administration is to blame.

Well?

I tell you what, TV does pack the kilos on one, doesn't it?

This isn't a joke!

The Minister for Health and the hospital board are furious.

And it's all coming down on me!

Oh, you poor thing.

That statement

was a direct contravention of the confidentiality agreement

you signed as part of your contract.

That statement was long overdue

and you'd be hard-pressed to find a single word of it that isn't a fact.

Consider this an official warning, Campion.

Duly noted.

And just so we're clear,

the second I get one shred of proof that you're responsible

for leaking details of a patient's death to his wife,

you can kiss your job goodbye.

I'm wondering, after all the trouble this hospital's been through lately,

who the hell would want to replace me.

Well, perhaps Zoe Gallagher would be interested in a promotion.

Just a thought.

ELEVATOR BELL DINGS

So, you have a nice chat with our illustrious leader?

(Presses button repeatedly)

What were you expecting - pay rise?

(Groans)

What have we got here?

Unknown male. Victim of an apparent assault.

He was semiconscious when we arrived.

Did we get anything out of him? He was incoherent when we got there.

Pupils were unequal but reactive.

Ready to transfer? OK. On my three. One, two, three.

(Groans)

Can you tell me your name?

(Moans) Can you tell me your name?

That's alright. Yeah, yeah, you've hurt your head.

Don't you worry. You relax. We'll take care of that for you.

(Screams)

No, no. It's OK. It's OK. You're safe here.

(Pants)

I want morphine. 5mg IV.

I'll put a cannula in and do the bloods.

Urgent head CT. Full trauma series. Yep.

We've got a head injury here, alright.

(Pants)

I'm so sorry... (Hiccups) ..to trouble you with this.

But if I can't get rid of these... (Hiccups) ..bloody hiccups,

I'll go mad.

How long have you had them for? Eight... (Hiccups) Eight days now.

Eight days? Constantly?

I've tried everything... (Hiccups) ..I can think of to get rid of them.

But they just won't go!

I tried doing some reading on the Internet.

I know you can't believe everything you read

but there were some things listed on a website...

(Hiccups) ..on a medical website -

serious things like tumours that could... (Hiccups)

..explain why I've had them for so long.

Well, it's probably nothing to worry about.

Your blood pressure is normal and your pulse is good.

OK, who's next? Katherine is.

(Hiccups)

Er, the hiccups for the past eight days.

Ba! (Hiccups)

That must be driving you nuts.

OK, let's have a doctor have a look at you. Come on through.

Good luck. Ta.

(Hiccups)

(Hiccups) Eight days.

I wonder how many hiccups that actually comes to.

BUZZ!

There's been no progress so far on gaining entry to the premises.

Laurence Mackinley?

And with over $1 million worth of drugs involved,

police are aware that they're dealing with potentially desperate men.

Attempts to contact those inside have...

GUNSHOTS MAN: Everybody down! Shots fired!

That was gunfire.

It's unclear if that was from the police

or from the men inside the house.

But shots have been fired.

(Hiccups) And it hasn't stopped at all.

Not for one... (Hiccups) ..minute.

Do you remember when it started exactly?

Not exactly, no. (Hiccups)

I didn't take much notice at the time.

I thought I'd eaten my lunch too quickly or... (Hiccups) ..something.

Do you work, Katherine?

But I haven't been in for a couple of days now.

Boss isn't too thrilled with a receptionist

who can't even answer the phones without... (Hiccups)

Oh, this is so stupid. No, it's not. It's...

OK, well, we'll get you into a gown and we'll run some tests.

You think it might be something serious?

Probably not. But it's been going on too long to ignore.

So we'll do a chest X-ray, full bloods and an ECG, thanks, Dan.

Sure thing. (Hiccups)

Are you taking any medication? No.

Any other medical conditions we should be aware of?

I haven't been to the... (Hiccups) ..doctor in years.

Now the hiccups land me

in an emergency de... (Hiccups) ..partment.

Go figure.

We'll sort it out. OK? I really... (Hiccups) ..hope so.

(Groans)

Is that hurting you? (Moans)

Yeah. We'll get that cleaned up in a second.

Already on it.

Vlasek, you'd better have another look at that c-spine.

He's not answering any of my questions.

C-spine's clear. Collar can stay off.

Simple fracture of the forearms, so we'll just need a back-slab on that.

And head CT's clear also. Hmm. No blood.

No, which makes me wonder about the disorientation,

speech difficulties and all that.

Er, Gabby, what were his blood-sugar levels?

Normal. So were his ABGs. But his CO2 is down.

Which could easily be explained by his level of agitation.

Maybe it's just a concussion. Yeah.

Or some kind of intellectual delay, I don't know.

Well, without a name, we're just guessing, aren't we?

So, 15-minute neuro obs?

Yeah. We'll do the head CT in about three hours or so.

We have got a trauma incoming.

Can we move this patient into Acute?

Yeah. We'll do the back-slab and suturing over there.

OK.

OK, mate, we're just gonna move you, OK?

(Groans) Whoa! OK! Whoa!

(Grunts) Hang on.

It's got to be a head injury.

Well, I don't suppose we have any choice but to wait, do we?

No word on Katherine's pathology? No.

Finally.

Are you waiting on blood results too?

Only about three hours. This is ridiculous.

How long are we gonna be stuck

sending our pathology halfway across the city for testing?

Er, a while, I'd say.

You saw how much damage the explosion did to our lab.

It'll have to be completely rebuilt.

At least they've cornered the mongrels who did it, though.

Katherine's chest X-ray's clear. We can rule out lung problems.

How's her ECG? Looks good.

Right, so... it's just the bloods we're waiting on, right?

Crap!

Mr Stewart, bed two.

I'm gonna have to increase his heparin infusion by 3ml.

Can you do that? Yeah.

Thanks. Cheers.

It's really shaping up to be one of those days, isn't it?

Yeah.

I told you not to bring me here. I heard you the first time.

You're lucky I'm handcuffed to this bed.

I'm sure you recognise this one. Yep.

(Screams) Cops shoot him?

Get your bloody hands off me. Shut up.

Clean wound through the shoulder. Explosive exit site.

Mm-hm. Straight to Resus.

Are we gonna have a media circus with this idiot?

I figured that'd be the last thing you'd need

so I told the press we were taking him to St Angela's.

Good on ya.

You've got to be joking.

Hey, Ricky. Miss me?

This is bullshit! Stay here.

Don't worry. I won't tell your boyfriend.

Ricky.

Sorry. I need a nurse here. Are you up to it?

Come and play with us.

Let me move your arm for you, mate. (Screams)

Yep. No, look, I have...

What are you doing? James Byrne is in Resus.

What?

The police - they shot him.

I'll handle this.

You keep Ricky out of there. Please.

Yeah, I said I'd handle it.

I'm not nursing him either. I didn't ask you to.

Take a break.

No, I don't need to take a break... Take one anyway.

And when I'm done with this, you and I need to have a little chat, OK?

Just get Ricky out of there. Please?

He was complaining of pins and needles in his hand.

What do you say, Ricky? Will you stay and look after me?

I'll take over here.

Jack's got some neuro obs need doing in Acute.

Thank you.

Oh, get Vlasek down here, will you?

Don't go. We were just having some fun.

You did that on purpose, you bastard.

Better not do anything. The cops are right there.

They're here to protect us, not to protect you.

(Grunts) That bloody hurts!

Then keep still!

He's tachycardic. Sats are at 96%.

You want me in here, mate?

Can't tell ya, I'd love to lend a hand.

Nah, mate, we've got this. You go and help Quade and Beaumont.

I want something for the pain.

Yep. In a minute. Now!

I would be happy to oblige

but unfortunately, a couple of days ago, some people broke in here,

held us all hostage and stole all our drugs.

So forgive me

if I'm a little slow on getting my hands on anything to help that pain.

(Grunts)

BART: You should think about getting up.

Yeah? Maybe you should.

Hey, we do have breakfast waiting for us.

Mm-hm. We do.

Well, it cost a fortune. It would be a shame to waste it.

Mmm, well, how about if I promise to make it up to you?

You really are feeling better, aren't you?

Mm-hm. No more talking.

That better be morphine you're giving me.

Why don't you just give it a rest?

We don't want you here any more than you want to be here.

You're going on a little trip to surgery, James.

Not in this hospital, I'm not.

Got any relatives?

I need to know who to contact

in case anything should happen to go wrong in theatre.

Vlasek... Let me see.

When's the last time I made one of those calls?

Oh. Yeah, of course.

The man you stopped me from treating a couple of days ago.

I had to tell his wife he was dead.

I want another surgeon.

I'm sorry. You don't get to give the orders today.

Let's do a CT on that shoulder so we know what we're up against.

(Coughs) I told you, I don't want you operating on me.

We can leave the bullet fragments in place if you prefer.

Of course, then infection will set in

and you'll end up losing the entire arm.

But hey, your call, pal.

Shut up and do what you're told.

Von. Wait.

I've been trying to catch up with you for days.

Oh, I'm sorry. I've got patients to see.

That's alright. It won't take a minute.

You walked out of the debrief session the other day.

Mmm.

You didn't feel the need to talk about what had happened?

And what about today - having James back in here?

That's bound to bring up some unpleasant memories. For everyone.

Well, I won't be having anything to do with him.

OK. But if you change your mind...

I don't want to think about it. I don't want to talk about it.

Sorry. I am busy.

(Hiccups) Everything came back normal?

Everything, so there's nothing more sinister here

than the worst case of hiccups I've ever seen.

I suppose I should be re... (Hiccups) ..relieved.

That doesn't stop 'em, right?

Isn't there... (Hiccups) ..anything you can do?

Well, yeah, there must be something we can do.

Oh, thanks for your help.

No... No, we're not giving up. We can...

No, it's OK. Really.

You're all under a lot of pressure.

I've seen the news reports of what's happen...

Oh! Oh! God. I've got you. I've got you.

Come on, back to bed.

Let's, um... I'm just so tired!

I know.

(Hiccups) Now, look, don't worry about us.

OK?

(Hiccups) You just get some rest.

We're gonna work this out over here, OK?

Please tell me you have a miracle cure for this.

I wish I did, Dan,

but right now I'm more concerned about her sleep deprivation.

There must be something we can do.

Well, there isn't, alright?!

What, we can bend over backwards for someone who held us up at gunpoint

but we can't fix a simple case of the hiccups?

I am doing the best that I can! Well, it isn't good enough!

I know.

So what are you doing?

Well, hiccups are caused by an irritation

to the phrenic or vagal nerves, right?

If you say so.

So maybe a neurologist can shed some light on how we can help her.

But otherwise a gastroenterologist.

Maybe some oesophageal problem's to blame.

What do you wanna do today? SHOWER RUNS

Go for a drive. Could be nice. ANN-MAREE: Yeah, sure.

Or maybe we could go for a swim.

Yeah. That sounds good.

Whatever you like.

What do you want?!

I dunno. I thought we could eat something first and then, er...

Look at this.

Police stormed the house and arrested one of the men on site.

The other has been taken to hospital

with a gunshot wound to the shoulder.

Turn it off. No, I wanna watch.

Charges are expected to be laid against both men later today.

Let's just forget we saw it, alright? Bart!

What? What is it?

When that was going on, when she had that gun to my head...

..you stood in front of me.

Just don't, OK? Bart, I wanna talk about it.

I kept thinking about how much you've done for me

and how you made me laugh

and how you've looked after me when I'm scared and...

..and how awful it would be for you if the cancer had spread.

Yeah, but it hasn't spread. Whatever you're thinking, it's not an issue.

We just go outside... Bart, I was gonna leave you.

I don't wanna hear that.

I love you, Annie.

You don't get to walk away from that.

Hey.

There you go. All done.

You feeling alright? Lab results are back.

Thank you. Anything I can do to help you?

No, we're fine, thanks.

No, we're not fine.

His haemoglobin's low and his potassium's at 2.8.

How did that drop so fast? I dunno. What's his urine output?

Er, 50ml to 70ml per hour.

No diuretics. No vomiting.

Nothing wrong with his admission ECG.

Well, with potassium this low he should be having cardiac arrhythmias

but he's not.

Which doesn't make sense.

Nothing about this guy makes sense. He's ECT is clear.

We haven't been able to get a sensible word out of him.

Is there any surprise that his blood results are weird too?

Mmm.

Yeah, put up 30 millimoles of potassium IV

in a one-litre bag of fluid.

And we'll cross-match him for two units of packed cells.

I just want them on stand-by in case his haemoglobin drops.

What are you looking at?

Well?!

Er, Ricky?

What happened?

Um, I just need to get some potassium for my patient.

What's going on?

Just... I know.

Having him in there freaks me out as well. Come here, hey?

Hey, you're shaking.

I'm so sorry. I'm just being stupid. Shh!

Look, I'm sure if you wanna take the rest of the day off

Gabrielle would understand.

Oh... No, no, no. (Sniffs)

No. I'm just being a big girl, that's all.

This is... No, Dan!

Just leave it to the police. Just... Please, just...

The cops should've killed the bastard.

When do you want me to start this?

You can irrigate the wound as soon as I've finished here.

What's that for?

We need to clean the wound before you go up to theatre.

No way. It'll lessen the risk of infection.

Think I'm gonna lie here while you torture me?

It's standard procedure.

Never gonna happen.

What's his status? CT scan's done.

BP's down.

The perfusion to the limb is worse, as is his pain.

Then I'll see what I can do about getting a theatre.

I thought you'd already done that. Busy day.

Load him up on pain relief before you irrigate the wound.

Mm-hm. Yep.

Yeah. Mike Vlasek. I want a theatre.

As soon as you've got one free. How long will that be?

Can I talk to you two outside?

Now.

What the bloody hell are you all doing?

What do you mean?

We are not in the habit of delaying treatment to a patient

or skimping on pain relief just because we don't like him.

He shot a woman in front of us, Frank.

Not to mention the people he killed in the Pathology lab.

For Christ's sake, come on! We're much better than that.

Go and irrigate the wound.

You get the pain relief and you get him into theatre.

You got a problem with that? No problem.

Well?

Nicely said. Don't be too hard on them.

I need to talk to you.

Sorry, not now. Yes, now.

In private.

(Mutters)

I'm concerned about Von.

She's obviously struggling to come to terms with what's happened.

Aren't we all?

(Sighs) I think she's at real risk.

Trust me. Von is the last person you need to worry about.

Should I be concerned about you?

You and Von both missed the debrief session.

I was busy.

Mmm. Making statements to the media. I know.

I had no choice. There's always a choice, Frank.

Oh, come on! My team was held hostage at gunpoint.

People died and all Oliver bloody Maroney can think about

is have I contravened some pathetic clause in a contract.

That is his job.

And my job is to save people's lives and look after my people.

If he wants to sack me because of that, good on him.

I'll sleep all the sounder knowing I've done the right thing.

And have you done the right thing?

You know as well as I do that nothing will change

unless somebody has the guts to stand up and make it happen.

And if it costs me my job...

..so be it.

MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY (Splutters)

There we go. What the hell happened?

I've got no idea.

(Stops machine beeping)

He's on a heparin infusion.

Yeah, he's post-op from the knee reconstruction.

Come in last night with shortness of breath.

The pulmonary angiogram showed multiple small emboli in the lungs.

He's been given a loading dose. Why is he still on it?

'Cause the last bloods came back

with his APPT at 49, so I increased the heparin.

Do you want protamine? Five milligrams.

Want to talk to you now. Hold this tight, mate.

The bleeding will stop in a second.

Why is this man still haemorrhaging?

I dunno.

You'll go back over everything you did

and then come and tell me why I shouldn't sack you for incompetence.

That's it. You're doing really well.

What is it?

Widened QRS complexes and peaked T waves.

So it's a cardiac problem? Oh, well.

Mate, do you have a history of heart problems?

His BP's dropping. 89 on 55.

He's tachy and his sats are 89%.

Well, this is pretty much hopeless.

Without a name or a history we're flying blind.

Why don't we run the bloods again? Yeah, wait two hours for a result.

Jack! Get him on his side.

It's gotta be a brain bleed.

Get diazepam. Five milligrams. Hurry.

Jeez, what's going on with you, mate?

If I die up there, you know he's killed me.

He's gonna kill me, I tell you. No-one's gonna kill you.

We'd rather see you rot in jail.

I want you right there the whole time in the operating theatre.

What are you looking at?

Dan! Dan! Hey! Get him outta here.

Get him out of my ED.

Look, Dan... I'm OK.

I'm OK, really. I'm, er... I'm good.

I'm not talking about that.

You haven't been yourself since you started your hep C treatment.

Oh, look, it hits hard for a couple of days and then... (Sniffs)

You know the world record for the longest case of hiccups is 68 years.

I looked it up, along with every other remedy I could find.

Enough. Enough.

We need to do better at managing your medication regime.

What does that mean, exactly?

It means that you need to be sensible about working

when the side effects are at their worst.

All I'm asking is that you tell me when you take the injections.

I will work the roster so you get a couple of days off afterwards.

You shouldn't have to do that.

Well, I can't ignore the fact that you're struggling.

The only other option is for you to take a couple of months off.

But I don't wanna lose you.

I don't wanna lose me either.

We got a deal, then?

Yeah, we have a deal.

OK.

Hmm. Peanut butter. Works for me.

Hey...

You know that I'm just trying to get better? You know that?

Yeah? Yeah, I know.

Scan's done? Yep.

You're not gonna like the results. (Groans)

Is this our John Doe? Yes. He had a seizure.

Eh?

Oh... Subdural haematoma?

Well, that didn't show up in the first set of scans.

Well, that's not unusual.

A bleed that small often doesn't show up for hours.

His potassium's low.

That should've been corrected by now. Should've been? Why wasn't it?

Well, I did take a new set of bloods, but they've gone to Pathology.

Could take forever.

His haemoglobin's low.

There's no signs of haemorrhage from anywhere else

and I can't really explain these cardiac changes.

Alright, let's get another blood gas and a cardiac consult.

Maybe a head injury isn't what we should be looking for.

Do you want another 12-lead ECG?

Yes, please. Yep.

(Huffs) We're missing something, aren't we, Frank?

Yes, we are. We certainly are.

Brain bleed this small doesn't account for his symptoms.

(Hiccups)

OK, let's try the big guns.

Some smelling salts. Oh!

Sorry. (Hiccups)

I told you!

They just won't go... (Hiccups) ..away.

One last try? OK? (Hiccups)

Blow this up for me.

(Cries)

Please! No more! (Hiccups)

Oh, gosh. It's alright.

No, it's not alright.

I just wanna get some sleep.

(Hiccups)

Let's give her chlorpromazine, 25 milligrams.

That's some sedation. (Hiccups)

Hopefully this will get rid of the hiccups

and, if not, well, at least you'll get some rest.

Thank... (Hiccups) ..you.

What does his latest ECG tell us?

Widened QRS segments and peaked T waves.

And there's no evidence of cardiac ischaemia.

OK, um, let's give him 10 units of insulin,

20ml of 50% glucose.

After you do that, give him another ECG. Take another blood gas.

You come with me.

How the bloody hell did this happen?

Well, his potassium was dangerously low, remember?

And now his levels are dangerously high, so explain it.

I can't.

I stopped the infusion.

After the seizure there's still 300ml left in the bag

He didn't even get the full dose. Just as bloody well.

You would've killed him. Frank?

What? Mate, I need you to look at this.

Have you fixed up the heparin patient?

Yeah, yeah. The bleeding stopped. I've retaken the bloods, but now...

Oh, for Christ's sake! You can't handle a positive pregnancy test?

Everyone, come here. I wanna talk to you all.

Erica!

Look, I know that today's been a bit of a trial,

so if any of you don't feel that you can do your jobs, please tell me now.

I will understand.

Fine. Frank...

The pathology. It's the heparin patient, Mr Stewart.

According to those results, he's pregnant.

And it's been a while since I got my degree, but a pregnant man...

..tells me there's a screw-up in Pathology.

Bloody marvellous.

If those results are wrong, then maybe they're all wrong.

Oh! I just started my John Doe on a blood transfusion

and if that crossmatch is wrong...

Everybody get all your patients off IVs, if they're on them.

Review them immediately.

SPLASH!

BART: Are you OK?

ANN-MAREE: Mmm. Want to go back to the room?

No, I don't. (Laughs)

Actually, I was just thinking.

We should write a list of all the things we wanna do together

so when we're old and grey, we don't regret not doing more things

when we were young and gorgeous.

Hey, I have every intention of still being gorgeous when I'm old,

thank you very much.

Alright. Then just keep telling yourself that.

So, I thought we would start with a little bit of bungee jumping.

You'll get detached retinas. Oh!

Will you stop being a doctor for one minute?

(Chuckles) Alright. Can you think of something?

I don't know. What about riding one of those mechanical bulls?

Oh... (Scoffs) Let's ride a real one.

OK. I'm going to need some pen and a paper.

Wait. You're going to get wet.

(Shrieks)

(Gasps) (Snarls playfully)

No, Von, we've got no idea how many if the results are incorrect.

OK. Thanks.

All my patients look clear.

Right, from this point on, we'll use blood gases and blood sugars

to check every single result that comes from that bloody lab.

And all treatment needs to be checked

by Frank and myself before it's started, understood?

Gotcha.

Where are you going?

Pay a little visit to Oliver Maroney. Don't do that.

You're only going to make things worse.

We got patients who are at risk of dying because of an admin cock-up.

How worse do you think things are gonna get?

While you're expending all this energy

trying to get rid of Frank Campion,

there's an entire team down there

who still feel like they're under siege.

I sympathise. I really do.

But there's little I can do for them until we deal with Campion.

They need Frank right now.

Oliver, they're good people.

They're working under the worst of conditions.

They're paid to do that. They'll just do it without Frank Campion.

You're making a mistake. And I don't want any part of it.

Tell me...

..what will happen when your colleagues find out

that you've been working for me all this time?

Are you threatening me?

By tomorrow morning,

every head of department will have heard about this.

(Sighs) Come on, Elizabeth.

He's a loose cannon.

He's not the incompetent hothead you led me to believe he was.

Maroney, what kind of bloody circus are you running here?

That lab you hired to take over our pathology has stuffed up.

What?

We can't guarantee any of their bloody results.

I would write you an incident report, except that I know

that it would end up in the same shredder as all my other reports.

Get out of my office, Frank. I tell you.

If a single patient of mine suffers any long-term damage

because of the incompetence of your administration,

you will swing for it, not me.

Elizabeth?

I want him gone.

SIREN WAILS

Katherine's awake. And?

She's still hiccuping.

I was hoping the sedation would fix that.

Well, it didn't. Well, I don't know what to suggest.

There are a million so-called remedies,

all variations on things we've already tried.

I mean, all of non-invasive ideas, anyway.

Well, if I had been hiccuping for a week,

I would be considering the invasive ones.

Like rectal massage? OK...

Maybe I could wait a little bit longer.

If it keeps up, maybe we suggest, I don't know,

a nerve stimulator, surgical intervention.

It's just the bloody hiccups. I know.

And you'd think we could snap our fingers and just fix them, but...

Katherine, is it? Hello.

I'm Von Ryan. Look, do you mind if I try something?

Oh, please.

OK. I'll just take this off for a sec.

This really... (Hiccups) ..works?

Well, not always, no, but, uh...

..it's a case of applying the right pressure in the right place.

How's that?

Oh, my God. They've stopped.

Told you we'd fix it. Called in an expert.

I don't believe it. Thank you so much. (Laughs)

My pleasure.

Where'd you learn how to do that?

Don't...

Well, that's encouraging.

His sats are back up and so is his potassium.

Good. Good.

Still doesn't really explain

why he's having so much trouble communicating, though, does it?

(Man gasps)

Jack? (Gasps)

(Groans)

What have you done? Are you OK, mate? Mate?

What is...?

Oh, God.

You're deaf?

OK. Let's get you back in the bed.

James is alive and kicking and no longer our concern.

Thought you might like to know.

Not so fast, Vlasek.

That was, uh... some nice leadership you exhibited today.

Come on. You wanted to strangle the bastard as much as I did.

That's not my point. OK. What is the point?

Next time you come into my resus bay with your personal agendas...

Please, Frank, I'm not in the mood for another lecture.

Tough titty, 'cause you're going to get one.

No, no, no. I've got a glass of scotch with my name on it.

Listen, Mike. He'll get what he deserves.

It's not up to us to punish him, no matter how much we may want to.

I know that.

Where are you going?

You're going to check on him, aren't you? Frank.

He looks a lot less frightening like that, doesn't he?

I could almost feel sorry for him.

I can't.

No, it's not something that's easy to forget, is it?

Having a gun waved in your face.

You OK?

I've never hoped that somebody would die on the operating table before.

Wrong thing to say, but...

..it's the truth.

Listen, um...

..I know you didn't hang around for the debrief.

I was thinking if you want to talk to someone,

you could do far worse than talk to Elizabeth.

No, I don't want to talk to anyone.

Is there anything I can do?

Do you mean that? Of course I do.

I haven't been sleeping well.

Could you give me a prescription?

Hmm.

Hmm.

Isaac. I'm Erica.

We're sorry we didn't work out your hearing impairment earlier.

We didn't realise you were trying to lip-read.

Isaac, you don't use sign language?

Is there someone we can call for you?

Let them know you're here?

Can I get the number?

Isaac, I need to explain to you what's been happening to you.

You had a small bleed on the brain.

But it's under control.

We need to keep you in hospital for a few days

to make sure it stays that way.

And... also need to tell you

that there was a mix-up with your blood results.

And that's why you've been feeling so bad.

I gave you the wrong medication.

But that's all been fixed, so you'll be fine.

The police will be in to take a statement, OK?

Um, can I take that? I'll be back in a minute.

I am really starting to lose faith in the human race.

You know, with everything that's been happening around here,

I'm surprised you've got any left to lose.

Yeah, well, they beat him up for his wallet. They could've killed him.

So could've we.

How are we travelling?

Fine, no thanks to you.

What are you whingeing about now?

You go upstairs and yell at Oliver Maroney?

Now our budgets are being rejected

and our rosters aren't being approved.

(Scoffs)

It's not funny.

They will continue to squeeze us if you don't stop this fight.

We can't cave, Gallagher.

No, YOU can't cave. Your ego won't let you.

I'm not the only bloody head of department who hates Admin's guts.

You think you have allies in other departments?

Who, Frank?

Name one that you haven't abused, called incompetent,

or accused of outright negligence.

Vlasek.

Yeah, alright. Point taken.

You should try to make some friends.

The way you're carrying on, you'll have none left here.

Al-bloody-right.

Yeah, I thought we'd missed something, but then

Von just swoops in, does a little bit of... (Clicks)

..and then, problem solved.

A bit of acupressure, Dan. No big mystery.

You didn't think of it. Mmm.

One incident report on the Pathology screw-up.

My overtime sheet's signed and I'm out of here.

Listen, mate, I jumped down your throat earlier on.

The day's been a bugger for us all. Let's hope they sort it out soon.

God knows how many people have been given the wrong treatment.

The wrong diagnosis...

Ann-Maree's biopsy went to that lab.

What if her results are wrong too?

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to call them, let them know what's going on.

It can't wait?

Well, they're on holiday. Don't spoil it.

Yeah, she's right, Jack.

Give them a couple of days peace before you drop the bombshell.

It's not that simple.

If those results are wrong,

then Ann-Maree might have a secondary cancer right now.

BART: Yeah.

Thanks for letting me know. I'll take care of it.

Hey, do you mind if we skip the dinner thing? I'm a bit tired.

Can you come here?

Oh, it's OK.

I just thought it might be nice if we just watched a movie.

You know, snuggled up...

Annie, please. I need to talk to you.

Who was on the phone?

Jack.

The doctor who did your biopsy. Yeah, I know who he is.

Why is he calling?

There's been some sort of mix-up with Pathology.

What's it got to do with us?

What... what has it got to do with us?

Annie, we've gotta go home.

Now.

No...

And you need to be retested to see if the cancer's spread.

No... (Sniffs) No.

I'm so sorry.

No!

(Gasps)

I knew it was too good to be true.

(Cries)