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MIKE: I'm taking the morphine.

Stop looking for changes in me, Laura.

I'm the same selfish prick now as I was back then.

You want me to spy on Frank Campion?

I just want you to find out what you can.

He'll be looking for somebody else to do his dirty work now, Frank.

If you love me, you'd start that treatment.

I'm sorry, Cosby. You can't come.

You'll miss him.

I can't take Cosby to campus, Mum.

Oh, I don't know.

He's got you through worse things than university.

Yeah, he has.

That's why he needs a rest.

Please be happy for me.

Do you know how much further away from hospital the dorms are?

Mum. 12km, honey.

Mum, stop.

I haven't had to go to hospital in almost a year.

One year is nothing.

It's hope.

And I have to take it.

You're right. I'm sorry.

(Sighs) Come on. Finish up. We'll have dinner, OK?

Maybe even a glass of wine.

Celebrate your last night at home. OK.

(Shouts) Kimberly. Dinner's ready, darling.

This is Kimberly Dyer, 18.

Her mum found her having a seizure half an hour ago,

and the second one came as we got here.

Any history of epilepsy? Yeah, she was diagnos...

She was diagnosed when she was nine,

but she hasn't had a seizure for about six years.

This is Sandra, Kimberly's mum. OK.

Is there any chance Kimberly may have hit her head?

Not that I know of. She's had seizures before.

The one this morning lasted for about 3.5 minutes.

Any complaints of headaches prior?

No. No headaches, no nausea, nothing.

Ready. One, two, three.

Right. Five milligrams diazepam, Ricky.

Got it.

Was Kimberly taking any medications at all?

No.

Any chance she could be taking drugs?

Oh, no, no, I don't think so.

She... she never goes out to clubs or stays out late or anything.

We were home together last night, like always.

You've done everything right, Sandra.

She was very lucky that you were there.

Um, am I in your way? No, it's fine. You're right.

It's OK, sweetie. Come on. You'll be OK.

Take care of these bloods, Ricky,

and let Radiology know we need an urgent head CT.

Sure.

Is there any other family you'd like us to call for you?

Um, no, it's just us two.

We just moved here, actually.

She was supposed to start uni.

Can you give Von a call when you have a second?

We're gonna to take care of Kimberly,

and we'll get some support in for you too, OK?

Thank you so much.

You're not going to believe this. Believe what?

Well, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.

Conor, this is Dr Taylor.

Is this... (Irish accent) Concrete.

Yes it is. I see.

I'd broken my ankle once before.

I knew straightaway I'd done it again.

Didn't see much point rushing off to hospital.

And how long have you had it on for?

About 20 hours.

We should be in time, then.

Actually, that may have been the smallest white lie.

It's more like, say, a day and a half.

What? It's beginning to hurt like hell.

Get him into a cubicle straightaway.

I don't want to trouble you, I just need something for the pain,

and I'll be on my way.

Have you had anything already? Just some aspirin.

Didn't do a thing. I'm not surprised.

OK, I'll see you in there. Really, don't trouble yourself.

I just need the painkillers.

Come on. In you get.

Can you move?

Sorry. (Tuts) Oh.

(Cries) Oh, I'm sorry.

You'd think I'd learn not to cry by now, wouldn't you?

It's just the injustice of it that hurts so much.

She was doing so well.

With the epilepsy? And the rest.

Rashes all over her skin,

and chronic fatigue,

and at one point we even thought cancer.

Um, have you dealt with this all on your own?

Yeah.

It was harder when I was married.

My husband couldn't cope.

How long ago was that?

Four years.

Kimberly and I moved away after the divorce.

We've had a few moves since then, actually.

It hasn't been easy.

You're running a temperature, mate. How are you feeling?

Much better.

Whatever you gave me did the trick.

Glad you're happy 'cause I've got some bad news for you.

What? You're gonna be in here for a while.

We gotta get this stupid lump of concrete off your foot

before we can X-ray your ankle.

What do you need to X-ray for?

To see if it really is broken?

Take my word for it. It is.

Well, either way it's going to have to come off.

I can't stay here.

Why not?

I don't want to burden the system. Is that so bad?

Listen, mate, that burning sensation in your ankle,

that's the lime in the concrete - that's an alkaline.

It's gonna keep on eating through the sock

and the flesh and bone in your foot.

Are you sure? Yeah, I'm absolutely sure.

So it's gonna come off, yeah? Yeah. Yeah, get it off.

Dan will be here soon to cut through it.

Grand. What kind of work you been doing?

Roofing. Solar panels, mainly.

That's how the accident happened.

Yeah, had a bit of a fall.

So what happens once you get this off? I can go then, right?

That depends on the damage to the foot.

Which could be what, exactly?

Worst-case scenario is you could lose it.

There's nothing here to explain the seizures.

How's she looking?

She's more responsive -

Her BP is 105 on 68 and her heart rate's settled at 90.

OK. Let's chase up her bloods.

Any chance for a visitor? How is she?

Well, she's stable, and her CT scans have come back clear.

Oh, thank heavens!

So do we have any theories yet on what might have caused the seizures?

There are still a few possibilities.

Could she be hypoglycaemic?

Perhaps.

Well, she was on cortisone creams for skin rashes.

And I know that steroids can affect sugar levels.

Well, her bloods will be back shortly,

so they should give us some more information.

What about infections?

If it was meningitis, she'd need a lumbar puncture, wouldn't she?

Well, let's not jump ahead of ourselves.

She's stable now - that's what's important.

Yeah. You'd think she was just sleeping.

Now you listen to me, Kimberly Dyer.

You need to get better, OK?

You've got a whole life waiting for you.

RAPID BEEPING

What's going on? What... what's happening?

Pupils are responsive. Kimberly, can you squeeze my hand for me?

Is she going to fit again?

I don't think so. Von, can I have five milligrams of Haloperidol?

Is this serious?

It doesn't seem consistent with epilepsy.

I think we're dealing with something else here.

Is this the best you can do?

What are you gonna do - polish it off?

Well, it's all we've got.

DEVICE BUZZES

There's no way that's gonna cut through concrete and wire.

Wire?

I didn't just slap wet concrete round my ankle.

Every fool knows it needs a frame to mould to.

There's no way a plaster saw's even gonna scratch it.

(Sarcastically) You're right. I don't know what I was thinking.

Where are you going?

Time to source something with a bit more grunt.

A history of epilepsy doesn't explain

the high sodium levels in her blood.

No wonder she's so agitated.

Charlotte, how's the girl going in Resus?

Still trying to nail down a diagnosis.

Her CT is clear. Her bloods are confusing.

Has she had any recent history of vomiting or gastro?

No, which is odd, because whatever has happened,

she's lost a truckload of fluid.

Bloody hell. How many hospitals has she been admitted to?

Well, that took some tracking down.

They have moved around a lot.

Good grief. The girl's been sick the whole of her life.

Yes, she has been.

Sandra, this is Dr Campion.

He's helping review what's been happening with your daughter.

Oh, thank you.

Um, have you got a tox screen for her?

My daughter's not the druggie type.

She values her health too much.

I'm sure she does.

But she may have taken something without you realising.

I don't think so.

Well, let's investigate it, if only to rule it out.

I have been worried about Kimberly's eating lately.

She's been skipping meals and not eating very much.

Could that explain some of the symptoms?

You think she might be developing an eating disorder?

Well, I wouldn't go as far as anorexia,

but yeah, I have been worried.

It would fit with the sodium levels.

Get a toxicology report, just to be sure.

OK. We need to halve the sodium chloride levels in her IV.

Von, do you think I could get a cup of tea? My stomach is in knots.

Come with me.

Thank you again.

I can see my daughter is in very, very caring hands.

I'd hate to be in her shoes.

Got the luxury suite.

What do you mean?

Got the room all to yourself.

The girl in the other bed died this morning.

They just finished taking her things out.

Oh.

Brought your blanket... in case it gets cold.

And your favourite book - cheer you up.

We don't have to talk.

We can just sit or whatever.

Listen to some music.

Could you stop, please?

Annie. I can't give you anything.

I've got nothing left to give.

I can't eat, I can't sleep. It hurts when I breathe.

I'm so tired.

(Groans)

Don't.

That's why I'm here.

(Gasps) Make you feel better.

No, I'm here to make you feel better.

Remember, you want me to have this treatment.

I'll have it, but I'm not gonna pretend to like it.

I don't want you to like it. I just want to help.

You want to help?

OK.

Why don't you go out and find a cure for cancer?

If you can't do that, then I think you should leave me alone.

I mean it, Bart. Get out.

(Sighs) I never thought of anorexia or bulimia.

Maybe I was just blind to it.

She's probably been thinking about the girls at uni

and wanting to fit in.

When did you first notice a change in Kimberly's eating patterns?

Oh, a while ago.

Oh, um, actually, I'm not really sure.

(Snorts) Some mother I am.

Well, this is no reflection on you.

It's my job. I know she needs special attention.

If it is... IF it is an eating disorder,

there is an excellent behavioural health unit I can recommend.

Oh, good. Good.

Yeah, that would be the next step, wouldn't it?

OK, I'll get some material for you.

You've been wonderful. You all have.

Oh.

I really think you guys are the only ones

who understand what I go through.

You know, you move to a new area, not knowing anyone,

and these places become like home.

Homer? What's up?

Any chance you need me in the E.D. today?

You took this time off to be with Ann-Maree.

She doesn't want to be around me right now.

I see. OK, well, sit down.

She didn't want the treatment, so I forced her into it.

You made her have radiotherapy?

I blackmailed her, now she hates me for it.

She doesn't hate you. She hates cancer.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

Bart, you knew there was gonna be hard days.

Yeah, but I didn't think they'd be this hard.

The E.D. is hardly the place to forget your troubles.

I need to keep busy. Please?

Tell me that it is April 1. Why, what's this?

It's a directive from upstairs.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding.

Uh-huh. What?

All agency nurses have to be approved by Admin before every shift.

That's insane.

Yeah, and they're going to hear about it.

Hey, hey, hey. Where are you going?

If they're itching for a fight, they'll get it.

It's not you they're goading, it's Frank.

If it stops me from running my department, it becomes my problem.

Let me handle it. It's a nursing issue, Zoe. I'll go.

Which affects the whole department.

Hey! (Tuts)

Don't say anything to him yet. He's got enough on his plate.

What's HE doing here?

He wanted to keep busy. I said he could work.

You think that's a good idea for him?

No, I don't, so could you all keep an eye on him for me?

Tell me if he's heading for trouble. Sure.

Goldman, what are you doing?

Um, treating a patient.

Goldman?

Dr Taylor, can I have a word?

Can it wait, Frank? We're a bit pushed for time, mate.

And brains, apparently. Now.

Is that an angle grinder? Yup.

What are you doing with it?

'Cause it looks uncannily like you're about to use it on a patient.

That's the plan.

Apparently my foot's being eaten away.

It's my own fault, really.

That's concrete.

It is, yes.

And you're Irish.

Oh, well.

I've been using one of these things for years, boys. It'll be fine.

'Years', you say. So you've done something like this before?

Not exactly like this, no, but I'm a doctor. Steady hands.

OK, Dan, hold his leg dead still. This thing's got some torque.

If it catches, it could do a bit of damage.

Alright. Goggles on. This will all be over very soon.

Now. Three. (Turns on grinder)

Two.

One! Wait, wait, wait. God!

What? I can't...

I'm not... I can't put my hand near that thing.

Just hold his bloody leg still, Dan. Seriously. Come on, mate.

Now.

Three, two, one.

(Groans)

Oliver. Thank you for meeting with me. I know you're busy.

As are we all. Walk with me. I'm due at a meeting.

Right. Look, I know what this is about.

The orders are harsh but they're what we have to work with right now.

So there's no point beating around the bush, is there?

No. So let me be honest.

It's a terrible idea.

We can't run upstairs every time we need a nurse at short notice.

Admin only works 9:00 to 5:00

and we often need agency nurses round the clock.

You're resourceful. You'll find a solution.

Huh. I have. I'm asking you to scrap the order.

There is no point in jeopardising patients

because you're pissed off at Frank Campion.

I AM pissed off with him, yes, but over and above that, money's scarce.

Yeah, I rea... I'm still fighting a major lawsuit.

Frank is directly responsible for starting it,

and lawyers don't come cheap.

So every department needs to tighten its purse strings.

We are not other departments. We are the front line.

Oh, don't get caught up in Campion's self-promotion campaign.

He thinks he runs this hospital. He's sadly mistaken.

Yeah, I know. But he's a great doctor.

But not the only doctor capable of managing the E.D.

There's plenty out there just as good

who'll do the job without the theatrics.

I disagree. You, for example, would be one.

You know, it's always struck me as odd,

your defence of someone so indifferent to your own abilities.

Well, you should know not everyone is.

I'm not following you.

Oh, I think you are.

I have to get to this meeting.

We should talk later, then.

(Groans)

For the love of God, is it over?

The hard part is, anyway.

We've breached the concrete.

Now all we've gotta do is lever it off. Wasn't so bad, huh?

It was great fun.

At least you could've run away. Now just relax, alright?

That line usually work for you, does it?

"Just relax while I..." Oh, Jesus, what are you doing?

(Groans) Please stop.

I'm being as gentle as I can. It's OK. It'll be over soon.

Stop! Oh, God, please. It's killing me.

Oh, no. What?

We're going to have to get him inside straightaway.

We're going to need some serious pain relief and sedation

and get a plastic console ready.

What's happening?

The lime's melted the sock to the skin

and it's melted the concrete to the sock.

What does that mean?

To get the concrete off, we're gonna be peeling the skin off.

Oh, God.

Ah.

I don't suppose you've come to tell me Surgical have cleared me to go.

Why? Aren't you enjoying life as a punter?

(Chuckles) When can we expect you back at work?

Sounds like you've missed me, Frank.

There's a dull ache in my heart. When will you be back?

Any particular reason you need to know?

No.

I need to know what you're doing about pain relief.

Ah.

Stopped taking the morphine three days ago.

Well, not that it will, but should that change, the counsellor...

It's not gonna change.

Should the desire change...

The desire never changes but, uh...

..I'm not about to start shooting up again.

OK?

Look, um...

..kudos for coming, but as far as the counsellor goes,

she's only going to tell me what a fine and noble thing I've done

and I'd rather pass.

Truth is, I dropped the ball, took the drug.

In fairness, they did remove a kidney.

Yeah.

Actually, I did it as much to get rid of Laura as anything else.

(Groans) MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY

What happened? The delirium's increasing.

She's become unresponsive. Kimberly?

Can you open your eyes for me?

Pupils are sluggish. What are her obs?

BP's 93 over 44, and her sats are at 88%.

Need to intubate. Right. Sux and thio.

Let's get the metaraminol drawn up.

The blood results are back and she's showing prolonged clotting times.

How bad? Her INR is 4.0.

It's just not making any sense.

We ready to go? Sux and thio... in.

Let's give her 10 milligrams of vitamin K,

get on Pathology and see where that tox screen is.

Order one bag of platelets.

Right. What was the last temp?

38.1.

It's not an eating disorder, that's for sure.

No. Definitely eaten something.

Size-7 tube.

Sandra.

Sandra. Thank you so much.

Every one of the staff here are so caring.

I'm afraid it's bad news. Kimberly's been intubated.

Why? What's happened? You'll need to speak to her doctors.

I just came out to get some fresh air. I should've stayed with her.

How likely do you think it is that Kimberly would be starving herself?

I don't know. It's all I could think might be wrong.

Yes, but being as close as the two of you are,

you would notice that there was a sudden weight loss

or if she was unusually anxious.

I thought she seemed stressed. In what way?

A bit withdrawn. I mean, I don't know. I just...

Look, I've probably been blind to it.

I've been willing her to be well.

(Groans) I'm shaking.

From what I understand, the symptoms, they're far too serious.

They come on too suddenly for there to be a link with an eating disorder.

Right. Do we have any idea what it might be, then?

Do you?

(Laughs) What are you suggesting, Von?

Well, anything she might have taken

or anything you know?

I've told you everything I know.

Listen. Thank you so much for all your help.

I will.

Did you get a hold of Sandra?

Uh, yes. I've asked her to wait in my office.

I said you'd be right in. Thank you.

We need to talk. What is it?

I've just spoken to a doctor who treated Kimberly two years ago.

He didn't know that another doctor was treating her at the same time.

Being treated for what?

Well, nonspecific rashes, vomiting,

chronic headaches, a whole range of things, but, um...

..nothing they could... put a diagnosis to.

Nothing to do with vitamin K deficiency

or prolonged clotting times?

No.

Her INR is 4.

She's been poisoned.

Are you telling me this is Munchausen's by proxy?

Because that's a big call, Von.

Sandra is getting off on what we're doing.

She needs this.

(Sighs)

Thank you. (Sighs) I was beginning to think you'd forgotten me.

Apologies for the delay.

Dr Beaumont's been busy looking after Kimberly.

How is she? Please tell me she's going to be OK.

I wish I could but we're still... at a loss to what's wrong with her.

(Sighs) It's weird, isn't it?

I mean, like, all the knowledge and technology

and the human body can still baffle us.

Yeah. It's amazing.

Look, I know you're doing your best for her

but I find it terrifying to think I might lose her.

We've been a team together her whole life

I understand.

Sorry.

(Sighs)

Sandra, we're pretty sure that Kimberly has ingested something.

What do you mean?

Some kind of poison. We can't rule out an overdose.

What, a suicide attempt?

We're still waiting on the toxicology report,

but whatever is in her system has caused her kidneys to start to fail.

So we really need you to... try very hard

to think of what she may have taken.

I told you. I don't know!

Look, we... we had a lovely dinner together last night

then she went to bed and this morning I couldn't wake her.

It's OK.

Let's go and see her.

Just give me a minute to get myself together.

I have to be strong for her.

Might not know much about his medicine

but he certainly knows his concrete.

Mmm. This thing is solid.

Still have no idea why he did it.

No idea why people do half the things they do.

Maybe he's on the run from something.

Maybe Conor's not his real name.

Maybe. Hmm.

Well, he didn't have any I.D. on him when he came in.

Could you hold his leg still for me, please?

Yeah.

Oh, will you look at that?

Superficial burns only. Mmm.

(Irish accent) Luck of the Irish.

But I don't think he's going to be dancing a jig any time soon.

Yeah, but he will be walking, which is a big win.

No luck speeding up the tox screen.

It was a long shot.

Do you think Von's right about this?

I hope not.

If Sandra's been hurting her daughter for attention,

then she sucked us all in.

Not surprising. She'd be an expert at hiding it.

True.

You know, the more attention you pay her, the more she'll crave it.

Why is that? 'Cause that's what she wants.

It makes her feel special, like some sort of martyr or hero or something.

Wouldn't Kimberly twig to it? I mean, she's not a baby.

You know, wouldn't she know her mum's hurting her?

Maybe not.

If you've been sick your whole life, you don't know any different, do you?

Sandra's here.

Oh. Well, why is she bleeding?

Because whatever poison she's ingested

has affected her blood's ability to clot.

I thought you gave her platelets for that.

We did.

You know, until we know exactly what she's taken,

it's almost impossible for us to treat her effectively.

Sweetheart, if you're struggling, you should've told me.

I would've helped you. I always help you.

MONITOR BEEPS She's bradycardic.

ERICA: Her heart rate's dropped to 30.

What's going on? Adrenaline 1 milligram.

This shouldn't be happening.

Adrenalin going in. MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY

No!

BP 55 over 30.

W-Why? W-why is the blood pressure dropping?

We don't know.

It's her fluids. It's her fluids.

You said yourself, she hasn't got enough fluids.

If we push any more fluids, we risk her brain swelling.

Charlotte, she's in VT.

Is it over?

Consider yourself very lucky, Conor.

You're just going to have a few blisters.

You're a wonder, doctor.

Then I can be getting home.

Yeah, once we've got your foot sorted.

Temp's still up. Actually it's a bit higher than it was before.

There wasn't any sign of infection.

Maybe just bang some antibiotics into him, just in case.

Any other cuts or scrapes when you came off the roof?

Why do you ask?

OK.

Something you're not telling us, mate?

No.

You're running a bit of a temperature.

You're probably infected somewhere. What are you doing?

Checking to see you didn't sustain any other injuries in the fall.

Why would you think I...?

Maybe that one.

It's nothing, really. (Groans)

You've gotta be kidding me.

Is that copper wire?

OK. You tell me right now. Have you got any other injuries?

No.

You sure? No teeth you've pulled or organs you've removed yourself?

Come on. I'm not an idiot.

I'll go get the suture pack.

We can take care of this here, though, right?

A few stitches. There's no need for a hospital stay.

I'd be giving a rest now, Conor.

You've made things hard enough as it is.

MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY How long has the arrest been going?

CHARLOTTE: A couple of minutes. Right. She's in VF.

Another round of adrenaline. Charging 360.

Come on, Kimberly.

ERICA: Adrenaline in.

If you know what she's taken, you must say.

Just let them help her, please.

Clear!

No-one's accusing you but if you know anything...

Charging again.

If you let my daughter die or dare keep suggesting

that I know anything more than I've already said, I'll sue the hospital.

Do you understand?

You can get her back, can't you? Well, we're trying.

Your daughter's heart has stopped. You've got to help her.

Clear.

Sandra, look at me.

Your girl is dying.

Von?

No. No, no. What has she taken?

What are you doing? Stay out of it.

BART: Not responding. Charging again.

Just tell us what she took.

What was it? Nothing!

No pulse. Clear.

MONITOR FLATLINES

What did you give her?

On the kitchen bench, um...

Oh, my God, I can't believe I didn't think about this before but...

Maybe it got into her dinner somehow.

What? What? What did?

(Echoes) Kimberly...

It was rat poison.

MONITOR FLATLINES

What... what...

..what... why have you stopped?

Why have you stopped?

Because there is nothing we can do now.

The police have been called. It wasn't my fault.

PHONE RINGS

If you need to contact a lawyer, they'll give you access to a phone.

Campion.

She must have taken it herself.

I mean, she must have. (Inhales sharply)

Even now, you blame her?

I love my little girl.

Von, the police are here.

I've lost everything.

Why won't you help me?

Please.

MONITOR BEEPS

I don't understand.

You fixed my leg, you're taking care of this.

I don't see the need for a hospital stay.

You're gonna be staying for treatment

if we've gotta tie you to the bloody bed.

Read between the lines, would you?

I'm not doing this because I'm stupid or an idiot.

I'm telling you - I can't use the hospital system.

I'm not from around here.

You're illegal? So no Medicare card.

No Medicare, no visa, no tax file number,

not a whole pile of cash, and certainly no rights whatsoever.

Right, but maybe now's a good time for me to remind you

that I am in fact your boss,

and getting my discharge organised quickly

is in your interests as well as mine, yeah?

You get me. Good. Good.

We understand each other. Thank you. Goodbye.

Idiot.

(Knocks) Hi.

Heard you were checking out.

Yeah. As soon as these clowns get the paperwork organised.

Ah.

What about you? Uh, tomorrow, maybe.

And then the army doctors decide if I still have a career or not.

Mm.

Mum's pissed off with you again. Did you know that?

Yeah... Why should today be different?

Look, um, maybe it's for the best anyway.

You know, clean break, all of that.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

Look, about what you did for me...

You don't owe me anything, Simon. We agreed on that.

We did. And I'm not asking you to come fishing with me or anything.

Oh, good. Can't stand fishing.

But you were more generous than I would have been...

..and I don't take something without saying thank you.

Well, um...

..you're welcome.

I guess I'll see you round. Yeah.

Or not.

Uh, Simon?

Good luck.

Can I ask you a stupid question?

Be my guest.

Why stay? Living like a ghost can't be easy.

'Cause if I leave the country, I can't come back.

And if I can't come back, I can't see my boy again.

You have a son?

Yes. Much to your horror, my genes have been passed on.

His name's Damien.

His mother moved back here not long after he was born.

And you followed them?

I never thought I wanted a kid until I had one.

Since then, not much else has mattered a damn.

Well, I'm sure you'd be able to get a visa with him.

Dealt with the immigration department lately, have you?

What a bunch of darlings they are.

Well, you'll have to work out something with them somehow, mate.

No. I enter the system, I get deported.

And they ban me from ever coming back.

Simple.

So, thanks for all your help, but it's time I got out of here.

You have to be admitted. This infection in your side's pretty bad.

These burns to your feet, they're no picnic either.

I can take the antibiotics at home.

No, no, no. They're IV.

And you can't get proper pain relief outside of hospital.

I don't care about the pain.

If I leave here now, what's the worst that happens?

You get sepsis and die.

And if I stay, you have to process me, right?

We do, but you get to live.

Without my son?

I don't call that living.

I hear you had a little meeting with our beloved director.

How did it go?

Yeah. It was, uh, interesting.

I take it you didn't manage to charm any extra nurses out of him, then.

I don't appreciate fighting your fights only to be patronised for it.

I'm not patronising you. Nor were you thanking me.

Or acknowledging the fact that, out of the two of us,

I'm the one here trying to fix the mess you made.

Now, hang on a minute, comrade.

It was interesting. Let's just leave it at that.

Hope I'm not interrupting anything.

What can I do for you, Oliver? Nothing.

I was wondering if you might be free to finish our chat.

I don't appreciate being used like this.

Now I'm the one not following.

No? Calling me out here like that in front of Frank?

I don't like politicking.

Well, what makes you think I do?

Earlier you made allusions to my future here at this hospital.

I did.

But you didn't make me an offer.

Dangling carrots in front of me to turn me against Frank

is exactly the sort of thing he hates about Admin.

And he's not alone. I meant every word I said earlier.

I just couldn't make you an offer until I cleared it with the Board,

and now I have.

The Emergency Department is yours the second the position is free.

You mean as soon as you get rid of Frank.

Well, that's just business, Zoe.

He can resign or we can find a way to remove him from the post.

But when that happens, the job is yours.

If you want it.

I really want to help the guy, I just don't want to break the law.

I don't want to either, but he needs antibiotics.

Well, just treat him like an Australian citizen

that doesn't have a Medicare card.

Awesome. What happens then?

Don't know.

Neither do I. Maybe we should ask Gabby.

No. Oh, no. No.

She's not gonna break the rules at the moment.

Not at all. But...

No, Dan. Oh! Frank?

Quick question. What?

Hypothetical situation.

If, say, a patient for some reason never got a Medicare card,

just never had one...

Your Irishman overstay his visa, did he?

Well, let me tell you story.

Long, long ago, when nurses still had brains,

a patient presented to me in a similar situation.

Could you help? It's not very hard, Goldman.

I made the treatment very, very fast,

but the paperwork very, very slow.

So by the time anyone knew there was a problem,

the patient was far, far away.

Is that illegal? What am I, a lawyer?

Well, what's the catch?

It's 100% guaranteed to piss Admin off.

So I guess there is no catch.

Hm. It's good. Yeah.

(Clears throat) Alright.

I still can't get my head around this.

I don't know how you worked out it was Munchausen's by proxy,

because I felt so sorry for Sandra.

It's how they get away with it. All you've gotta do is your job.

Support them, give them the attention that they want...

..pretty soon you've bought the lie.

You did everything you could, Von. For all the good it did.

We had a murder in here today.

She wouldn't have meant to kill her.

No.

The cruel bitch could only see what she wanted.

Selfishness killed this child.

Well, Admin have gone home for the day,

which means we can't get the request approved until tomorrow,

by which time it will be totally pointless.

Bloody typical. So where does that leave us?

Ah... one nurse down until seven.

I can stay. Don't worry. OK, thanks. I appreciate it.

You need me to stay too?

No, no. We should be fine. Mm-hm.

Uh, Zoe? Zoe? Hmm?

Next time you decide to leave the floor

to have a little catch-up with Maroney,

do you mind clearing it with me first?

He's my boss, Frank. And yours.

If he wants to talk, I don't have the right to say no.

Come on - you work FOR him, you work WITH me.

Don't let him use you.

You really should have more confidence in my bullshit detector.

And you should know you can't believe a damn thing he says.

PHONE RINGS Is that all?

Emergency. Wh... I... calm down.

Where are you calling from?

I was wrong about you. Is that right?

If they were like you at the immigration department

I'd be a very happy man.

(Laughs) Seriously.

You've been a friend to me. And my son.

Buy yourself a beer.

(Laughs) Save it.

Buy yourself a good immigration lawyer.

Dr Taylor? I just got a call from Maintenance.

Something about an angle grinder we borrowed.

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

Yeah, sorry. Utilities room. Oh.

Hey, where are you going?

Just getting Conor up to a ward.

Ah, yes, but he hasn't filled out his admission forms yet, so...

Hasn't Dan done that already?

He promised he'd do it before he went home.

Yes, well, he didn't. So let's do them right now.

We don't want to clog up an E.D. bed while we fart around with paperwork.

I'll just get Conor upstairs and we'll sort it out after that.

That's not how it works, Dr Taylor.

It's my fault entirely. I came in without my wallet.

I don't have all my cards on me.

Do it first thing in the morning.

First thing.

(Breathes heavily and strains)

Hi.

You can be mad at me if you need to be.

I deserve it. No.

I pushed you into this.

I know it was selfish, but I did it because I didn't want to lose you.

I understand why you did it.

I know it's horrible, this treatment...

..but if there was another way...

I know. I know.

You don't hate me? No.

(Exhales deeply)

That girl this morning...

I know. I really put my foot in it.

No.

I was listening to her family talking to her.

They were OK with it.

And they knew that she'd just fought as long as she could...

..and it was her time to go.

You're nowhere near that.

They just kissed her.

And they told her that they loved her.

And then she just slipped away. And it was so peaceful.

And dignified.

I envied her.

You shouldn't be thinking like that.

You asked me if there was anything that you could do for me.

Did you mean it?

Look, you need a rest.

You've got another course of this radiotherapy in the morning.

Did you mean it?

I've really got to go.

You can give me that peace.

Please help me die.

Please.

Please.