Original subtitles

Simon, listen to me. Listen to me! Don't touch me!

When I said, "Don't tell Simon you're his father,"

it wasn't a request!

MIKE: Simon's in end-stage renal failure.

Laura wants me to donate a kidney.

You think you have allies in other departments?!

Elizabeth, I want him gone.

What did I tell ya? Two minutes to spare.

Aren't you going to lock it? Huh?

It might get stolen.

You kidding me? They'd be doing me a favour.

Hey, Lenny, there's no food in there. Try the soup kitchen.

Ah, f... Bugger off.

Hey, Lenny, are you alright? Dan!

You go ahead. I'll be a minute.

Lenny, remember me? Dan.

I gave you some cake last time you were in. Remember?

You're...

Oh, God! Here. Careful.

(Grunts)

Go on. Get away. Bugger off.

What's happened? Huh?

You been on the turps? Don't drink.

That's what I thought. What's the smell?

You've wet yourself. Have I?

(Mutters) Here. Oh!

Careful. Come on.

Come on. Let's get a doctor look at ya. Get you cleaned up, huh?

What have we got?

49-year-old Max Haswell. He's up from Melbourne.

Due in a conference. He was found unconscious in his hotel room.

Pupils are sluggish. And no response to painful stimuli.

According to the staff he was disorientated,

slurring his words and he had an unsteady gait checking in last night.

We're probably looking at a stroke.

Any idea how long he's been down? Only that his bed wasn't slept in.

Good luck, guys. Thanks. What are his obs?

He's hypertensive. We're monitoring his sinus rhythm and GCS of 10.

You want to intubate? Yeah, I think we should.

OK, I'll get him into a gown.

You're late. Yeah. Bad traffic. What's this?

Ambos didn't have the tools to cut it off.

Can someone get onto Maintenance for me? We need bolt cutters.

You need a hand with the intubation?

No. I think I can take care of this by myself.

I need to get ready for Frank's conference.

Page me if you need me.

Hey, hey! What the...? I asked you to wait in Triage.

What is he doing in here? This is Lenny.

He's a... Yep. Frequent flyer.

I know. I remember him.

I think he has a urinary tract infection.

You think? Yeah. He doesn't drink or smoke.

Normally he takes good care of himself.

We're too busy for this today. Get a shelter to take him.

No, I told you. He's off his game. Look, it's not our problem.

Why should we treat him any differently

to any other patient that comes walking through these doors?

OK, fine. Put him into a cubicle. And clean up that mess.

Lenny!

I think I wet meself.

Yeah. I think you might have just done that, Lenny.

Where is the bloody thing?! What?

My thingy. My whose-a-mi-ga... You know. You know what it's called.

Yeah, yeah. Frank, come on. You need to relax.

How can I bloody relax

when I gotta stand up in front of my bozo colleagues and make a speech?

You'll be fine. Mmm, yeah, bloody fine.

Is that the time?

I need to make a few phone calls and I'll be right with you.

Oh, no. Don't rush. Don't rush. I'll only be a minute. I promise.

Look, it's just that I've got Charlotte to help me.

She's up there now setting up.

Frank, it was my idea!

Yeah, I know, I know, I know. Terrific idea. Terrific.

But I need you here. I don't understa...

What's the point of getting the rest of the hospital to gang up on Admin

if... if... if Emergency goes to the dogs in the process?

Charlotte could keep things running just as well down here.

No, but she's not my 2IC. She's...

You are.

Where is the bloody...?

Is that what you're looking for?

Oh, er... Yeah, thanks.

Thanks for that.

You're welcome.

Ah. Good, good, good, good.

So, did you put everyone where I told you to put them?

Oncology, Neurology and Gastro at the front.

Orthopaedics, Cardiology and Mike Vlasek at the back there.

Uh-huh. Oh, what about Psychiatry?

Er, Elizabeth is right there.

Right.

So, what's this really all about, Frank?

I told you.

Emergency is the gateway to the hospital.

It behoves us to keep the channels of communication open.

Uh-huh.

Is there anything wrong with

reaching out to your colleagues once in a while?

When have you reached out to anyone in your life?

Plenty of times! Plenty of times.

So, it's got nothing to do with

the squeeze we're under from Admin, then?

I just want your help with the presentation.

After that, you don't need to know.

OK. OK.

There you go.

I'll put it in your office. Under my desk.

Make sure you close the door.

I'd like to send him for a CT, then an MRI.

It'll give a better indication of what we're dealing with.

ZOE: You get back out on the floor. I'll organise for him to go across.

I'm happy to see this one through. His vitals are stable.

His neuro reflexes are almost nonexistent.

Meaning there's not much more we can do for him.

Look, I appreciate your commitment

but this man needs a bed in ICU and a miracle.

What he doesn't need is two doctors fighting over who'll look after him,

especially when I have an ED full of patients waiting to be treated.

Fine. Wouldn't want you dealing with a full ED.

Can we get Von onto finding the next of kin?

However this goes, this man will need someone to make decisions for him.

I'll chase it up for you.

Any pain?

It's OK. I can't feel anything anyhow.

It's probably how come I burnt myself in the first place.

I didn't know I was resting my arm on the hotplate.

(Chuckles)

You're going to have to be more careful next time.

It's OK. I like you coming here.

You're the best at my games.

I thought you said your mother was.

She was OK.

But I reckon she gave me easy ones on account of me being a bit thick.

Now, look, I don't like you talking about yourself like that.

It's OK. It's the truth.

I am a bit thick.

Mum reckons the oxygen was cut off to my brain when I nearly drowned.

Right, now, you have to promise me

that you will keep this on until I come back to change it.

Mmm, I promise.

And you've got to remember to cover it in plastic in the shower.

Look, we don't want you getting an infection.

I promise. I'll put the kettle on. Sorry. Can't stay for tea.

Yes, you can. Not today.

Oh, ye... yes, you can, Von.

No, no, no. I've got a very busy schedule.

But we haven't played yet. No. Um, look, maybe next time.

I've got some real good ones for you. No, look, I can't.

WATER RUNS

(Chuckles) Dominic?

What are you doing?

(Chuckles childishly) Alright!

You've had your fun.

Now open the door. No. I wanna play.

I told you I can't.

Dominic?

Dominic, open this door! (Rattles doorknob)

You're just gonna feel a slight pushing sensation.

Oh! Yeah. It's still sore from the last time you did it.

I'm sorry.

How was the holiday?

Yeah, it was perfect. I wish I was still there.

Yeah, sorry we had to call you back early.

All done.

You right to put that gauze on? Yep.

Is your leg bothering you?

Nah. Oh, no, no. It's nothing.

It just aches every now and again. It's fine.

How about I just get some scans done and make sure nothing's going on?

Nup. I don't want any scans. I just wanna go home.

Hey, come on, let Jack run the tests

and then, when you leave, you'll know exactly what's going on.

OK. Cool. I'll get that organised.

BART: Took me forever to find a park.

Um, Erica's just putting the dressing on the biopsy site.

Tell me how they stuff up someone's pathology.

How they give someone false hope and then...

Listen, Bart,

maybe the original results were right.

Maybe the cancer hasn't spread.

Yeah, maybe it has.

How long are these test results gonna take to come back?

Um, it's unlikely I'll get 'em back today

but I will mark it as urgent.

Why don't you mark it, "Do it right this time," instead?

Come on, mate, I need to take your temperature.

You're not taking anything away from me.

I'm not going to take it away.

Well, I am.

Just let me put this in your ear. I promise it won't hurt.

There.

This our frequent flyer? Yep.

What seems to be the problem?

Well, apart from the fact that he has a temperature of 39.4

and he's lost control of his bladder, nothing much at all.

Mmm! It's a bit strong, isn't it? Yeah.

Lenny, this is Dr Taylor.

Everybody taking from me. Taking, taking.

Well, you can all bugger off, you hear me?

Got nothing left to give.

Normally he's pretty lucid.

A bit of hypothermia during the winter months

but otherwise he's OK.

Just likes living rough. Yeah. Go figure.

(Clears throat) You itchy, mate?

Me muscles are sore.

Council took me mattress.

Where have you been sleeping?

Here, there.

Tried a few new places.

Can't say too much.

People might wanna muscle in.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Let's get a sample. Rule out a UTI. And get some analgesia into him.

Bloods?

Don't like your chances until we get that fever under control.

You hang in there, Lenny, alright?

OK, you heard the doctor.

We need a sample.

In the jar, OK? A sample?

Sample. Mm-hm. Good man.

Mike!

I just got off the phone to the transplant coordinator.

She said you'd agree to a kidney donation. Is that true?

Yeah. Let's not make too big a deal of it, hey?

Is it true? I need to know if you're serious before we tell Simon.

I may have let you down in the past

but I've never actually lied to you and I'm not gonna start now.

Why didn't you tell me yourself? It's better this way.

For who? For all of us.

You don't want me in your son's life. He's OUR son.

I just think it's better to let the coordinator do her thing.

It's less complicated. I've gotta go.

You want me to chase them up? They will come!

Sorry I'm late. Er... or not.

Er, first to arrive, am I?

Yes, you are. You are. Hmm.

Er, not there. You're up the back.

Further, further, further. Right up the back!

Ah! Here I am.

Obviously not top of the list of people you need to impress.

However, I am impressed. You've gone to a lot of trouble.

Mmm! The scones were Jaeger's idea.

Nice touch. Keep your grubby fingers off them.

They're for later.

Your show, Frank.

(Laughs childishly) It's a funny one!

VON: No, it's not. I got one.

Er, a girl wombat...

(Mutters) Jill.

I'll give you a little hint. A boy wombat is called a 'jack'.

Too hard? It's a jill! (Chuckles) I got you again!

Yes, you did.

Come on. Please open the door.

I can't. It's your turn.

Dominic! Come on, Von, play the game!

If I play, will you open the door?

Yeah, when you win.

Right.

Think, think, think.

What's the name for a male panda?

(Scoffs) A boar! You've gotta do better than that!

Look, I-I-I don't know any.

I mean, you just don't like losing. We'll play another game instead.

No, I don't want to play anything.

I just want to get out of here.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Can you hear that?

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING Dominic?

It's your phone, Von.

Yeah, Dominic, that means someone is trying to reach me.

Now, this person could be very sick. They could be dying.

So I need to answer that phone.

Dominic!

It's important.

I have to take that call.

La, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...

Open the bloody door!

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

La, la, la, la, la... You've gotta let me out now!

Come on. Come on! Open this door. Please!

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

DAN: Got that sample for me, Lenny?

I had a bit of trouble. I got there in the end.

Oh, either that's the worst urinary tract infection I've ever seen

or it's the wrong sort of sample, mate.

I asked for a urine sample.

You did?

No change?

His boss has been contacted by the police.

He's flying up from Melbourne this afternoon.

What about family? Next of kin? Didn't say.

The MRI shows that the brain injury is unsalvageable.

Oh, God. Well, that's a shame.

He's in relatively good condition for a man his age.

Hmm.

You know he'd be a perfect candidate for organ donation...

Absolutely.

I'll get onto the transplant coordinator.

And we'll need to find a bed in ICU and locate the family for consent.

Yep.

It'd be really good to get Von onto this.

I left a message. She should've been in by now.

(Continues tapping pen)

Do you mind?

Do you think... maybe they're not coming?

'Course they're bloody coming.

See? What did I tell you?

Hello, Elizabeth. The others are right behind you, are they?

Er, no, actually.

Oh, that's fine. That's fine.

You're, er... you're seated over here.

I'm sorry, Frank. I can't stay.

I need to speak to Mike.

(Groans) Er, sorry, Frank.

Looks like I have to break up the party.

I could make a few calls.

No, thank you.

You should've asked me first.

Why? So you could say no before it was even an option?

Simon, you don't have a choice. Yes, I do.

No, you don't. Would you just think about this, please?

What's going on?

Would you please just tell him you're just trying to help.

Listen, Simon... Forget it.

I didn't need your help when I was a kid,

and I sure as hell don't need it now.

Maybe I should come back later, when you've got this sorted out.

Mike, I don't think anyone should go anywhere.

There were bound to be

some strong feelings associated with this transplant.

That's why the coordinator wanted me to get you all together for a chat.

I've got nothing to say to him.

Simon, please. Don't you get it?

I'd rather die than accept anything from that bastard.

OK, now that's out in the open...

Mike!

That's right, walk away. You always do.

What more do you want from me? I offered, he declined.

You didn't even try to talk him out of it.

Can you think of anything I could've said to make a difference?

"I'm sorry," maybe?

"I'm sorry I walked out on you because I was too interested

"in shooting up morphine than being a father."

Is that what this is about now?

You're worried you won't get enough while you're in recovery?

It's not that. Believe me.

Well, then, what is it? Explain it to me.

I haven't touched morphine in almost two years.

I'm more worried about having any at all.

I don't wanna get a taste for it again.

Well, aren't you lucky your dying son

has taken that decision out of your hands?

I'm sorry, Laura.

We're gonna have to put this outside, OK?

Get away! It's mine!

Yeah, this is a hospital,

and that is a source of infection on wheels, OK?

It's mine. Give him a break why don't you, Zoe?

Poor bloke's suffering a fever.

And are we any closer as to knowing why?

Er, well, urine was clear.

I'm thinking it's possibly something neurological.

What about bloods?

We haven't been able to get those yet.

Why not? He won't let us.

Come on, now. Where are you?

Please tell me you don't have anything alive in there.

Found you!

Mint?

(Clears throat)

You wanna give him the same care as every other patient?

Get him a shower, put him in a gown and give him a proper examination.

Yes, ma'am.

No, no, no. No, of course we understand.

Well, hopefully next time.

OK. 'Bye.

No, no. See, they can't all be busy.

No.

I'll start packing up.

No, no. That's alright. I've wasted enough of your day.

You, um... Get off.

Am I, er, too late for the presentation?

Sorry, I don't believe I sent you an invitation.

Oh, well, given the turnout, you need all the support you can get.

'Team All Saints'. Hmm.

I like it, Frank, it's, er..

..it's ironic, really.

Sorry, Oliver, I'm not quite with you.

Well, we all know this was your attempt to make amends for

all the years of contempt you've shown the rest of your colleagues.

I judge people on their professional ability and treat them accordingly.

You're not a team player. You never have been.

No amount of fancy folders and scones is gonna change that.

Well, pal, if you have a reason to sack me, go right ahead.

But you can't, can you?

Because you know damn well that the media would crucify you over it.

There's no question, in time, you're position here will become untenable.

Well, until that time,

get out of my face and stay away from my department.

Nice talking to you, Frank.

Sorry your conference wasn't more of a success.

(Sighs)

ZOE: How's our homeless man?

Dan's managed to get him into a shower.

I'll give him a once-over when he's back.

You do that. I want him moved through as quickly as possible.

Do I make myself clear? Loudly.

'Course, he might actually be sick.

Ha! Trust me, he's not. He's a frequent flyer.

That's what they do. They play the system.

He's got a fever. Yeah.

Probably due to exposure and malnutrition.

Is this a problem with me, or just homeless people?

'Cause I don't see you micromanaging the other doctors like this.

Whoa, Steve. That's OK. I'll take care of this.

Do you have a problem with me?

Our beds are full. So is the waiting room.

I have a patient in Resus I can't move

and a doctor I'm not sure I can trust unsupervised.

Excuse me. I didn't realise I was still under probation.

I'll remember to wear my training wheels tomorrow.

Hey, when Frank's not here, I'm the boss, OK?

If Frank was here, I'd be telling him exactly the same thing, OK?

Wrong, try again. I don't want to try again.

I want to get out of here.

Now, let me out right now

or you're gonna be in serious trouble, Dominic.

You hear me? La la la la la!

(Sighs) La la la la la. La-la!

Look, if you can't be responsible, they're not gonna let you live here.

You don't scare me. They'll send you away.

Shut up!

Shut up!

I just want you to help me and tell me what a baby platypus is called.

Von? What was that? Von?

You OK?

(Laughs)

Von?

AH! (Exclaims) Von, it was only a game.

(Unlocks car)

(Shrieks)

Shut up, bitch, and do as you're told.

Hey, Frank. I was just on my way back.

What's going on? Too late. The show's over.

Do you know about this boycott?

I didn't really think they'd have the guts to go through with it.

Bloody lemmings.

One jumps, they all go. Hmm.

I tell you, if Oliver thinks I'll throw in the towel because of this,

he's got another think coming.

I'm not entirely sure Oliver had anything to do with it.

Come on, mate, you should've seen him in there. Weasel. Gloating away.

You haven't exactly gone out of your way to make friends around here.

What's that supposed to mean?

Are you saying I'm difficult to work with? Is that what you're saying?

You want me to answer that? My staff appreciate me.

And that's all that's important.

That and, of course, the welfare of my patients.

Yeah, but it's not always the best man who wins.

Sometimes you just gotta play the game.

Is that what you were doing when you racked off?

Playing the game, was it? No, no, that was, um...

Simon's refusing the transplant.

I know. It was weird, er...

I go in expecting this warm and fuzzy avalanche of gratitude

and he told me to go to hell.

Bugger.

Well, he's a proud kid.

He's gonna be a dead one if he doesn't just get over it.

Well, there's a lot more of his father in him than he realises.

BEEPER TRILLS (Sighs) Theatre.

MUSIC PLAYS ON HEADPHONES

Oh, Dr Campion.

G'day, mate. I just thought I'd see how you're getting on.

Yeah, pretty good, all things considered.

Good, good.

Are you hear to convince me to take the kidney?

Yes. Am I wasting my time?

Yes, sir. You are.

Mmm.

You know, whether you admit it or not,

your dad's already given you something.

That aquiline nose, those, er, rugged good looks.

I should be thankful to him for donating his sperm?

Bloody oath.

Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice in the matter.

If I did, I would've vetted the candidate a bit better.

Well, I can understand that. But what about your mum?

For her, it wasn't just about genetics.

She stuck around, mate.

She nurtured her investment.

Made sure it had a great future.

I'm not doing this to hurt my mother.

I'm doing it to protect her.

If I accept his offer, he's back in our lives.

Only if you let him be.

Don't you get it?

She still loves him. She's never stopped loving him.

I will not have him hurt her all over again.

You know what you can really do to prove your not like your old man?

Stop acting like a pig-headed fool and accept the kidney.

Lenny? Yeah?

Where's your trolley, mate? A young bloke took it.

For a minute there I thought I was in the wrong place.

I'm in the wrong place.

I'd never have come in if I'd known you'd do this to me.

I dunno, mate. You were pretty wobbly on your feet.

Don't think you had much of a choice.

Yeah, and I pissed meself.

That's correct. So be good.

Let me examine you, and I'll have you back out on the street in no time.

Now... You put it somewhere safe?

It's under lock and key. No-one's gonna touch your trolley.

Do you want bloods? Now you're gonna take my blood, eh?

Is that OK? Be my guest.

Lean forward for me.

Ooh. Whoooo!

Feel like I'm on a boat.

Deep breath, mate.

Haven't felt like that since I raced.

Every Wednesday afternoon. Maxi yachts.

Maxis? That's the big time.

Yeah. Sailed in the Sydney to Hobart once.

Now there's an adventure.

How did you end up on the streets, if you don't mind me asking?

I don't mind.

I was a stockbroker.

Thought the boom would never end, and then, wham!

It all came crashing down. Really?

No. Do I look like a stockbroker to you?

(Laughs)

Hotel was pretty great.

Had a really beautiful pool.

You and Dan should go sometime.

Oh, we'd have to save. Must have cost you a bomb.

Yeah, too much. It was worth every cent.

I'll let Jack know we're here.

WOMAN: Bone scans for you, Dr Quade.

Can you believe she's already met Bart's parents?

So? Well, I haven't met Dan's.

Oh, you'll love them. They're great.

Well, that doesn't help, Jack.

What's wrong? It's Ann-Maree's results.

Still got the rest of the week off.

Could grab a couple more days away. Mmm.

Somewhere close.

Hey.

Sorry to interrupt.

I just need to re-examine you

and then ask you a few questions about that pain.

What pain? It's nothing.

It's just that leg, isn't it? Yep.

I asked you about that. You said I was worrying too much.

Yeah, and you are. It's fine.

I hiccup and he's asking me what's wrong.

OK, just lift the leg for me.

Yep. (Inhales sharply)

(Groans)

(Groans) That hurts, yeah?

Mmm. OK, stop.

Just tell us what's going on.

I got your scans back and there's some shadows evident.

That's... that's not good, is it?

No, it's not.

The biopsy will give us confirmation,

but I'm gonna do a full blood work-up with some tumour markers.

Tumour markers?

They help us determine just how far the cancer has spread.

It's in my bones now, isn't it?

Yeah, it is. I'm really sorry.

(Sobs)

Pathology have said that they'll fast-track your results

and your oncologist is up there now.

He's waiting to talk you through the adjustment to your treatment.

I thought I was gonna have a dull day.

Hey, listen, if there's anything else you need me to do...?

No, there isn't.

ERICA: Ready to go? Mmm.

No, I need you to stay here.

I wanna come with you.

Nup. Please do this for me.

Hey, Bart, let's go for a coffee or something, yeah?

Hey!

I've been calling you! Oh, sorry.

Er, mobile's switched off.

Left it in the car. Oh.

Listen, we've got a stroke patient

we're trying to get onto the organ donor list.

Yeah, be right there. OK. Are you alright?

Sure.

OK.

Hey.

Oh, do you know how impossible it is to get these rosters right?

Yes, I am well aware.

You pull one thread and the whole thing comes tumbling down.

Er, Max Haswell's boss has just arrived.

Stroke patient. Ah.

Mr Milan? Doctor Gallagher. Please, call me Todd.

Shall we go through?

Wow. He's got a lot of things on him.

Max is unconscious and unable to breath on his own.

Right. Er, will he come out of it?

He may regain some function but, more than likely, no, he won't.

Poor Max.

We were wondering, are you able to help us find the next of kin?

So far we haven't been able to locate anybody.

Oh, um, I'm... I'm sure he was married once.

Did he never bring anyone to, I dunno,

company Christmas party, anything like that?

No. I-I think he always came alone. I didn't really notice.

Max was the only old-timer in the place.

Never understood why he stayed on

after they promoted other blokes around him.

We believe Max is a possible candidate for organ donation.

Do you know if this is something he might have considered?

You got me there. Ha.

He seemed like a nice enough guy.

Always coughed up when the hat went around the office.

I suppose he wouldn't mind giving away his organs.

Er, Doctor Gallagher, he would've had a briefcase with him,

about yea big?

If you wouldn't mind letting me have it,

it's company property and shouldn't have left Max's possession.

He had a stroke, Mr Milan. Y-yes, of course. I didn't mean...

There was a sample inside.

Commercial in confidence. Mmm.

I'm just a bit anxious about getting it back.

I'll see if I can locate it for you. That'd be great.

Gotta catch the 4:30 back to Melbourne.

Uh-huh.

Mind if I wait outside? Not at all.

Doesn't take much to end up on the streets.

Couple of bad decisions.

Certainly doesn't help when the rest of the world wants to put you there.

Tell me about it.

Figured I'd just help things along a bit.

Dropped out of society before it dropped me.

You chose this life? Mmm. Best move I ever made.

Could you pass me some tweezers, please, mate?

Where did you say you'd been sleeping, Lenny?

I didn't.

Down in the National Park.

Here. Thank you.

Found myself a nice windbreak.

It'll be perfect once I get my hands on a mattress.

I think I've found our problem.

What is it?

That would be a big, blood-filled, juicy tick.

Wow. Never had one of those before.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Oh, thank God. This is such a relief.

What is it? A pneumatic jig.

Huh! That's it?

This baby's gonna revolutionise the building industry.

Lucky Max had his stroke

AFTER he handcuffed it to his wrist, then, hey?

Yeah.

Poor, poor Max.

Nobody should end up like that.

No.

Thanks. Have a nice flight.

Er, Nurse? Yes? Can I help you?

Von left this at my place.

Von did? Oh, well, thank you very much Mr...?

Mazzanti, but no-one ever calls me 'Mister'.

Well, I'll make sure she gets it.

Can you tell her the answer is 'puggle'.

Baby platypus, the answer is 'puggle'.

I think she got upset because she didn't know it.

Well, you can tell her yourself if you like.

No, I can't. Gotta get home.

Can you make sure she gets it, now,

because Von doesn't like to go anywhere without her bag.

No, she doesn't.

Patient of yours brought it in. Mr Mazzanti.

Mr... Oh! Ah, Dominic. (Laughs) (Laughs)

That was good of him.

He said to tell you the answer was 'a puggle'.

Baby platypus. Puggle.

Oh. Well, I would never have guessed that one.

You want to explain, or...?

Oh, just a game he likes to play.

You know, different gender and names for baby animals.

We try and stump each other.

Well, sounds harmless enough. Mmm.

Hardly something to make you run out without your bag.

Ran out without my bag?

Dominic seemed to think the game had upset you.

Ah! Dominic, he has a vivid imagination.

Sometimes gets away from him.

Von, if something has happened out there...

You'd be the first to know, my dear.

A tick? Yep.

That would certainly explain the symptoms.

Still gonna run some bloods, to be sure.

I suppose you wanna keep him overnight for observation?

Already have a bed upstairs in the ward for him.

Charlotte, revised rosters. No nights, no weekends.

You've got me on all morning shifts? Is that gonna be a problem?

It's... fantastic. I just, I didn't want to ask for that.

Good. Next time, do me a favour.

Come to me with any concerns instead of relying on Frank.

OK.

Oliver.

Covering for your boss again.

Where is he, by the way? Back from his little chat yet?

Is there anything I can help you with?

There you go, covering again.

I don't know how this place would run without you.

The ED runs smoothly because of Frank Campion.

Oh. I just help it along.

Well, I understand your loyalty,

but keeping an eye on the future of this place

is an important part of my job.

So don't think your hard work and dedication has gone unnoticed.

Frank.

What did he want?

He was paying me a compliment, actually.

(Scoffs) What's wrong with that?

He's just playing us off against each other. You know that.

And maybe he was just trying to give me a little bit of praise,

which is a helluva lot more than you ever do.

(Sighs) What do you want me to say? "Job well done." I don't know.

Anything would be nice.

Haven't I got enough to deal with?

Look, I have backed you all the way in this dispute.

I have given you all the support I could give you.

A little bit of thanks wouldn't go astray.

Oh, alright. Thank you.

Happy now? PHONE RINGS

Yes?

I'll let her know. They've got a bed in ICU for you.

Is that it? Yes. That's it.

OK. I think we can roll him back now.

Max, we're gonna transfer you up to ICU soon.

That means if we can find someone,

a relative who can give us consent, you could donate your organs.

I'm not sure if this is something that you've thought about doing,

but, if you have, you'd be doing a really great thing.

GABRIELLE: Hear, hear.

Frank, you haven't seen Bart? No. Why?

I just thought he might be looking for you.

Ann-Maree's got secondaries.

Where? On the bone.

She's got shadows on her femur.

Where is she?

Er, well, she's in Oncology going over treatment options.

Erica's with her. And Bart's not?

Tsk!

I just heard, mate. I'm so sorry.

That was the first real holiday I've been on since I was a kid.

I went straight from school to university.

Spent all my breaks studying...

..and then started here.

Where has it all got me?

All that medical knowledge, that experience...

It means nothing when the person you love is sick

and you can't do a damn thing about it!

Yeah, it's gonna be hard.

Harder for you because you wanna do something about it.

You should be able to do something about it, but you can't.

But none of us can.

It's not fair.

No, Homer, it's not.

Lenny, we're ready to travel. Just give us a minute, mate.

Er, hey, I heard on the grapevine

that the hospital's throwing out some old mattresses.

Single or double? I'd say they're single.

I'll have a look. You do that.

Just hold on a minute.

Um, I'm OK now, thanks.

Where's Bart?

Er, he's... just here.

I was just coming to see you. Do you think you can take me home?

What did the oncologist say? I wanna go home.

You OK? Yeah. It's just sad.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Mike! Oh, Laura.

I'm sorry. I got tied up in surgery and I...

Er, what was that for?

Whatever you said to Simon that made him change his mind.

He's changed his mind? Yes. He's agreed to the operation.

(Sighs) Oh. Thank you.

Wow. Um, you know, I didn't really...

Nothing matters. What's important now is we get the transplant scheduled.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course.

And whatever help you need through the post-op pain, I'll be there.

I'll be fine, Laura. You just concentrate on Simon.

You're a good man, Miklos.

You're working late.

I'm on your rounds now, am I?

Maybe. You want a drink?

I actually just wanted to apologise for not being at your talk today.

Hmmh!

I think what you were trying to do was really important.

(Scoffs) What?

Suck up to colleagues who couldn't give a rat's what I did

as long as it doesn't interfere with

the running of their own departments?

Opening up communication. We are all in this together.

Might as well be working as a team.

You know why I got into medicine?

Not to play politics

with some penny-pinching, arse-covering suits,

that's for sure.

Frank, maybe you should be keeping your head down at the moment.

Why? Because Oliver's got it in for me?

I could not give a toss.

What about the patients who walk through the ED?

They're the ones who are gonna suffer if you don't let this go.

They'll suffer a damn sight more if I do.

Oliver cares much more about his bottom line

than the welfare of any single one of them.

And I'm buggered if I'm gonna be put in a position

where I have to tell another family that their loved one has died

because we're too cheap to fix the bloody beds.

It was you who blew the whistle on that?

Damn right it was.

And if Oliver Maroney wants a fight over it, he'll get it.

Leave that.

Come on, leave that.

We will get through this if... What do you mean 'we'?

You are NOT the one dying! Don't tell me how this is gonna be!

Oh, you think you're the only one who's pissed off about this?

(Yells) Hey, you think it only affects you?

Yeah, yeah! I think it only affects me!

Annie! Come on... (Slams door) Thanks, Bart!

Just...

(Quietly) I'm sorry. (Sighs)

I'm sorry.