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Annie died. Four o'clock this morning.

You lay off my team, I'll give you this.

What is it? My resignation.

I should get my viral load checked,

just to see how this hep C treatment's working.

(All swear and holler)

(Boys continue yelling)

Back up, Paulie! Flat out! Flat out!

Right! Come on, man, light it. Light it!

Oh, yeah! This is it! Paulie! This is it!

(Boys whoop and holler)

Ahhhh! Ahhh!

He's on fire!

Shit! Oh! Get down! Get down!

(All yell)

Wouldn't have given up one minute with her.

I'll be fine.

What's the story? Somebody called this in.

But when we arrived this was the only guy in sight.

His name's Dylan Pederson.

Hi, Dylan. My name's Heath.

I know you're in a lot of pain, mate.

We'll give you something for that, get you to hospital, alright?

We need to look at you first. Just gonna put this on your face.

Breath's shallow.

What happened here? Guess is he was torching the car.

How long ago did the call come in? About 15 minutes ago.

OK, pulse is thready and rapid.

His facial burns are superficial,

but I expect there's significant inhalation injuries.

Dylan, I'm just gonna shine a light in your eyes, mate.

(Groans) It's OK.

Full-thickness burns to his chest and torso.

I need you to pour this on him, OK?

Nice and gentle.

10 milligrams of morphine IV and Hartmann's.

We're not getting a cannula into that arm.

Is there anywhere round here a chopper can land?

That's it, mate. You're doing well. You're doing well.

PILOT: ETA All Saints Hospital two minutes.

OPERATOR: Roger that. You're clear to land.

BP's 110 over 68. Heart rate's 125. Sats 94%.

Oh, and 100% oxygen. ELEVATOR BELL RINGS

Oh, man. Burns registrar and radiology are on their way.

Full-thickness burns on both shoulders,

back, chest, torso and legs.

I'm Dan. We got you now, mate, OK? You hang in there.

Oh, my God! What's that smell?

We'll just get you settled into a cubicle, OK?

HEATH: Fluids calculated on a weight of 75 kilograms.

Two litres of Hartmann's infused. Mm-hm.

Hey, Dylan, I'm just gonna shine a torch into your eyes.

The pupils are brisk and equal.

Sedation must be wearing off

so start him on midaz and morphine infusions.

Use the cannula in his foot till you get a central line in?

Yeah, absolutely.

Cops know him and his mates well.

They've got form stealing cars and torching them.

He's the only one that got burnt?

Others were probably with him, but he was alone when the cops arrived.

His mates left him like this? Hmm. Nice.

OK, we need to roll him.

OK, Dylan, sorry, mate. We're gonna have to do this.

On my count. One, two, three.

Whoa! We'll be as quick as we can, mate.

(Groans)

OK. Let's roll him back.

OK, one, two, three.

Cops said six months ago he was driving a stolen vehicle

and had a head-on with a truck.

His cousin was killed instantly. He walked away with a broken wrist.

Not so lucky this time.

These burns are definitely full-thickness.

OK, guys, he's all yours.

Hey, listen, is someone gonna notify the family?

Yeah, the cops are contacting his mother.

Good. Thank you.

One minute I'm fine

and then the next I'm feeling really light-headed and short of breath.

What were you doing before this started?

I was at a club till pretty late.

Just after I got home I started shaking.

I felt like I was gonna pass out.

Did you lose consciousness? No.

But I had some pretty trippy hallucinations.

Really?

Which is alright if you like that sort of thing,

but really the '60s were overrated, right?

(Laughs) I wouldn't know.

How long did all this last for?

Mmm, I dunno. Not long, I guess.

Just lean forward for me, please.

Did you drink any alcohol or take any drugs at the club?

Drugs are for people who can't handle reality TV.

No eccys, acid, Special K, GBH... You know your stuff.

Look, just be honest with me, alright?

What did you take? Nothing.

I'm straight-edged.

Drugs have been known to cause these kinds of symptoms, Simone.

So have lesions or an abscess on the brain.

It's amazing what you can find out on the Internet.

That's really why I came in. You did the right thing.

There are some less scary causes as well.

Have you had any difficulty sleeping lately?

I sleep OK.

Clear conscience.

Could I have a brain tumour?

We'll get a CT scan organised, just to rule it out.

And get a urine sample for toxicology and MC&S.

I'll need a glass of water before you can have that.

Sorry. I've just been... (Quietly) ..to the toilet.

I'll organise the scan.

Smart girl.

Smart enough to know these hallucinations

are because of her drug use.

She seemed pretty adamant that she doesn't use them.

Well, let's just see what the tests say.

How was it? Well, what she wanted - simple.

How's Bart? He did well.

I should've been there.

He understands.

Hey. Wasn't expecting to see you here.

No, no. I just came in to pick up a few things

from what was formerly my office.

If Maroney doesn't cave and ask Frank back,

we'll all be out of a job.

I don't wanna think about that.

Charlotte? Charlotte, you free?

Even if Maroney does do the right thing,

will Frank accept his job back?

(Mutters)

Oh, Oliver Maroney, he's looking for you.

Ah, mine. Yes, I know. He left a message whilst I was at the funeral.

Would I be so good as to haul my arse up to his office as soon as.

Any idea why? Mmm. Look, go up. Find out.

He can bloody well wait. (Sighs)

Ah! That's mine.

Could be important. What do you know that I don't?

Nothing.

Rubbish.

Well, it's just curious. That's all.

He finally got rid of you, so why would he call you back in?

All the more reason to make him wait.

What's that?

The letter confirming my appointment as the boss of this joint.

(Sighs) Don't you want to keep it? Nope.

For memory's sake? Nope.

(Sighs) Frank... Listen.

I just watched Bart bury his girlfriend.

If he can look to the future, so can I.

OK.

You'd think somebody would organise a few bloody drinks

or a box of chocolates or even a card.

Yeah, well, I guess no-one thought

you were the chocolates and flowers kinda guy.

You're gonna take my job, aren't you? I don't want your job.

Don't be so stupid. Take it.

I don't want it.

Close the door on your way out, please.

Alright, and you've been living with these stomach pains

for about the last two years?

On and off.

Just, um, cramping sometimes but nothing like this.

Alright, can you describe the pain?

Um, sharp.

Cramping. I don't know. It changes.

Right. And you've been vomiting?

Mmm. It started last night.

Did you have any takeaway or eat anything unusual?

No. I haven't felt like eating for a couple of days.

Alright.

And this scar here is... I had my appendix out when I was 12.

OK, great. Well, that rules that out.

Alright, I'll just have a little feel through here.

(Groans)

Does that hurt more when I press here?

Just seems to hurt all the time.

Well, there is some kind of mass here. Have you noticed that before?

No.

Is there any chance you could be pregnant?

It's possible, I suppose. I don't know.

Do you mind if we do a test to find out?

It's fine.

OK. Well, it's most likely that you've developed a bowel obstruction

and what's causing that we won't know until we do an X-ray.

OK, I will get those organised. Abdomen and chest?

Please. And and an ECG, CT scan, full bloods and a pregnancy test.

So we will rule these things out, just one by one,

and in the meantime we'll get that pain managed

and start you on some fluids, OK?

OK.

Er, Gabrielle? Yep.

I would like to add some tumour markers to her bloods.

Sure. Thank you.

KNOCKING Um, excuse me?

I need to see Dylan Pederson.

Sorry? I'm Tamara Pederson.

I was told that Dylan was brought here. How is he?

Oh, look, I really don't know. I've just arrived myself.

Well, can you find out? Yep.

Please, take a seat.

I'll see what I can do.

How's he doing? Diffused crackles.

There was a pulmonary oedema present on the last X-ray.

C spine? Clear.

Get that collar off him. Raise the bedhead 30 degrees.

It might help with his gas exchange. How's his urine output?

Borderline. Excuse me.

I thought you had an appointment. Kidney function?

Frank?

He should be in a burns unit.

Yeah, well, there are no acute burns beds available here.

And he's too unstable to transfer. Well, that's where he should be.

Frank, you don't work here anymore. Remember?

Is Admin gonna reinstate him

or should we all start writing job applications?

I'm not sure what's going on yet, Dan.

Dylan Pederson, yes? Yeah.

OK, Tamara Pederson's here to see him.

His mother. Er, the cops were gonna tell her what happened.

MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY BP's dropping. He's tachycardic.

Can you give us some air? We're in a bit of trouble.

You go talk to her. We'll be fine. Are you sure?

Yep.

OK, 500ml albumin. Check.

His burns are severe so we've had to put him on a breathing tube.

He's heavily sedated, so he's not gonna be able to respond to you

but it's possible that he might hear you.

OK?

I need to put a Vas-Cath in. His kidneys are shutting down.

Are you OK? Would you like us to get you a chair?

Oh! You idiot!

You bloody idiot.

Look what you've done this time!

You deserve everything you get.

Tamara?

I know you're angry. You have no idea.

He was... he was thrown out of school.

Police coming to the door in the middle of the night.

In and out of children's court.

He would've been locked up by now

if he hadn't got the younger kids to lie for him, take the rap.

He just laughs about how he gets away with it.

Is he gonna die?

We don't know.

His condition is critical. Is he gonna die?

If he manages to survive for the next couple of days,

he's in there with a chance

but we need to take this one step at a time.

JACK: So what are you getting at?

I'm just saying, parents usually wanna comfort their kids

and give them some kind of support.

Yeah, well, she's in shock.

The placement of the Vas-Cath is good.

Not everyone falls apart. You know that.

Yeah. She attacked him. Don't you think that's kinda weird?

I do. Yeah.

Let's drop it, OK? Oh...

How's he doing? Not good.

We need to get his potassium down

or we might be looking at an arrest soon.

And it looks like he's developing a bleeding disorder

on top of everything else.

His BP's still too low and his blood gases are a lot worse.

We're gonna give him some muscle relaxants

to try and improve it, but...

So it's time to talk to his mother

about what she would like us to do for him.

Yeah. It is. OK.

Um, look, I might come with you.

It's my job.

Well, she might want a doctor to explain it.

Thank you, Doctor. She might.

I know it's a lot to take in.

I just wish you two would get to the point.

Well, we're doing everything that we can

but he's not responding to treatment.

So that's it, then.

I'm sorry. His body is shutting down.

How much longer has he got?

Well, we could keep him on life support for a day.

Maybe two.

Which would give you time to talk to other members of the family.

But I need you to understand

that it's highly unlikely your son will regain consciousness.

Er, and we need to consider

what we do should Dylan's heart go into fatal rhythm

or stops.

Are you asking me for permission to let him die?

Simone's blood results are back. Amphetamines?

Negative to illicit drugs and alcohol.

I would've put money on it. And you would've lost.

Normal white cell count.

Negative urine screen.

Ah, OK. Low sodium levels.

That could cause the fainting and shakiness.

Why's she got low sodium levels? That's a good question.

Well, the head CT will be back in about half an hour.

Erica? I need to go to the loo again.

No problem. Are you OK? Yeah, just feeling a bit shaky.

Oh, OK. I'll take you. Thank you.

What are you looking so worried about?

I'm not worried. Just thinking.

Zoe said Admin wanted to see you. Been up there yet?

Nope.

Shouldn't you find out what they want?

Why? Could be important.

Whatever Oliver Maroney wants is nothing to do with me anymore.

So what are you worried about?

Patient, mid-20s.

Experiencing hallucinations, shakiness, faints.

Drug user? Not according to the screen.

Just still waiting on a head CT

and all I got so far is the low sodium levels.

Right, well, that could cause the symptoms.

If I were you, I would look for underlying endocrine disorders.

Hyperthyroidism... Got it covered, Frank.

Oh. What about kidney failure?

You do know you're not actually my boss anymore?

Oh, and I bet that just eats up your heart.

Doesn't it?

Just keep that on. It might help ease the pain a bit.

Thank you. It doesn't help.

Oh, you've tried heat packs before?

I've tried everything I can possibly think of.

I've had tummy troubles since I was a teenager.

Oh, you didn't mention that to Dr Beaumont.

Oh, no. It was nothing like this. It was just I used to get sick.

But it stopped by the time I left home until a couple of years ago.

Did you see a doctor about it back then?

Yeah, Dad took me a couple of times

but they couldn't find anything wrong.

Dad said I was putting it on to get attention.

But you weren't.

No. I didn't tell him when it happened the next time.

Oh, yeah. Why not?

I dunno. He just... he didn't like it when we bothered him.

But if you were sick... Dad was always strict.

But, um, once Mum died...

He wasn't a bad man.

He loved us.

It was just his way.

He wanted us to do what we were told.

Gabrielle?

Charlotte will have your X-rays. Mm-hm.

Phoebe's bloods are back. Pregnancy test is negative.

White cell count elevated and she's slightly anaemic.

She's had abdo problems since she was a teen

but no diagnosis, no treatment.

Alright, chest X-ray's unremarkable. No abnormalities. No masses.

Her dad fobbed her off. He sounds like he might've been a bit of a...

I dunno, a bit of a tyrant.

I think maybe there's a psychological edge to what's going on with her.

I dunno about that. Look.

What is that?!

I have no idea. I've never seen anything like it before.

Thank you.

That was ICU. The dialysis machine is on its way.

Forget it. He's DNR.

Von's putting the paperwork together now.

Well, are we withdrawing all treatment

or just putting a ceiling on how much we do?

Just sedation and pain relief. That's it.

This may be over very quickly.

The mother is aware of that? Yep.

We could keep him going until other family get here.

Well, I don't think there is any other family.

If she's not calling other relatives, then why isn't she in here?

I dunno.

I can't begin to imagine what she's going through. Neither can you.

Still, you'd think that she'd wanna spend every second with him.

Yeah, you might think that but you're not her.

I'm not judging her, Jack. I'm just saying it's weird.

That's all! What's your problem with her?

I don't know!

She's cold.

OK, just give it a rest. OK. Yep, OK.

You know, she's had to hear the worst possible news today

and make the worst possible decision.

You know, for both of them.

OK? Yeah.

So I'm definitely not pregnant? No.

Good.

My husband wants us to wait.

But your abdominal X-ray did show a large mass in your stomach

and that's what I could feel earlier.

What is it?

I really don't know

so I would like a surgeon to take a look at that.

Is it cancer? Do I have cancer? You can tell me.

Let's not jump to any conclusions until we do some more tests.

We're waiting on your CT scan.

Should give us a better picture of what we're dealing with.

Well, how long will that take? A little while.

But in the meantime, I'd like to do an ultrasound,

just to check that your pain's

not associated with any internal bleeding, alright?

OK.

Now, is there anyone that we can call for you?

Yes. My husband, actually.

He'll worry if I'm late picking him up from work.

He doesn't like it when things don't go to plan.

He's a bit of a control freak.

I'll bring in a phone for you. No, actually, could you do it?

I think it would sound better coming from a nurse.

Yep. No problem.

And just tell him that I'll be there as soon as I can.

Sure.

We'll get started right away.

(Knocks) Simone?

You sure you're alright? I'm just feeling a bit dizzy.

Oh, darl, your hands are shaking. I know. I feel shaky all over.

Alright, we'll get you to bed. OK.

Just give me... Frank, I need a hand here.

Come on, Simone.

Someone get an oxygen cylinder and mask.

Ah, good. I assume there was an admission ECG?

Yes. How was it?

Normal, Frank, but we got it from here, thanks, mate.

OK, lay back.

Your CT scan rules out a tumour or a bleed in the brain.

Oh, that's good.

Brain surgery isn't on my list of things to do before I'm 30.

I saw that.

Are you starting to give up on the idea

that I'm some sort of party animal high on drugs?

I'm thinking that there's something else going on, yeah.

Now, since this has started, have you had any headaches, any muscle cramps,

been tired or found it hard to concentrate?

Yep to all of them.

Any vomiting or nausea?

I haven't chucked for years.

Guessing you don't go in for a lot of physical exercise?

Guess again.

I ride my bike to work every day.

Jog most lunchtimes. Dance classes. Surf.

How about you? Do you get out much?

Or do you stay at home listening to 'Duelling Banjos'?

Leisure time's not a big part of an ED doctor's life.

Poor doctor.

How much water do you drink every day?

Heaps.

I carry a bottle of water around and fill it up every couple of hours.

I'm always thirsty. I'm thirsty now.

Go to the toilet a lot?

You kidding? I could pee for Australia.

I'm gonna ask you to hold off drinking any more for now.

What for? Small experiment.

It'll only be for a little while

but it should tell us what's going on with you.

OK.

Oh, well, you have a nice day too!

I don't think Phoebe's getting a lot of support from her husband.

Frankly, he sounds like a right pig. Why? What did he say?

That he wasn't leaving work early just because she was sick again.

Did you tell him how sick she is?

I tried to. He put me on hold.

Twice.

Well, the poor girl needs someone.

Unfortunately, I have a feeling

she's getting too much practice coping on her own.

Doesn't mean that she likes it. Who does?

Oh, Mike, thanks for coming down so quickly.

Looking forward to these X-rays. Sounds interesting.

Now, I don't know what this mass is but it is large.

Whoa! Yeah.

And mobile. Is it vascular? No.

When I did the ultrasound

there was no evidence of blood supply to it at all.

You run tumour markers? All came back negative.

OK, um... other symptoms?

Cramping, nausea, a little anaemic.

Well, I would've guessed a fibroid, but it's not vascular, so, um...

So, what are you thinking?

It's not a solid mass.

But it's enormous.

I've never seen anything quite like it.

No, neither have I.

I haven't had an operation since I had my appendix out.

Right, well, um, the quickest way to find out what we're dealing with here

is an exploratory laparoscopy.

Now, that's keyhole surgery.

Relatively minor,

but we will need a consent to go ahead with more significant surgery,

depending on what we find, hmm?

OK. OK.

Gabrielle here will arrange to have you transferred upstairs

and I'll come back and see you when we know we're gonna do this thing.

Wouldn't be longer than a day or two, right?

Mike, BP is 90 on 55 and her pulse is thready.

Grab a bottle of NSA. Run 250ml through a pump set.

Just gonna lay you flat, Phoebe, OK?

Why? What's happening?

Something's affecting your blood pressure.

I really don't feel very good.

Epigastric tenderness.

OK, we're just gonna push these fluids through.

Did you call my husband? Yep.

I did. What did he say?

That he'd be in as soon as he could be.

But he knows that I have to stay here?

We'll keep him informed.

OK. OK?

I don't feel very good. Gonna be sick.

OK, OK.

OK. (Gags)

Feel a little bit better? (Groans)

Alright.

Dr Beaumont?

Phoebe, there is blood in your vomit.

What does that mean?

It means we're gonna take you to Theatre right now.

Why? What's wrong with me?

You could have a bleeding ulcer or gastric perforation.

We're gonna look after you, alright?

I'll let Theatre know we're on our way.

Tell the Blood Bank to send us four units of cross-matched blood.

Alright.

There you go.

Oh, thank you.

Will it be long?

Probably not.

Oh.

You can talk to him. Oh, no.

I wouldn't know what to say.

(Laughs)

In some ways... he was the smartest kid around.

And the bravest too.

He could've done anything.

The girls really liked him!

He had that sort of wild boy thing going for him.

You know. Popular kid.

Yeah.

That was the trouble.

Everybody loved him.

But he didn't give a rat's about anybody but himself.

It's such a bloody waste.

Dan? How's she coping?

Oh, well, considering the circumstances.

Hey, about what I said before.

Well, it's just not our job

to judge the reactions of relatives, one way or the other.

Yeah, but you can't just be neutral, Jack.

Can't ya? No!

I just think it's a bit too easy to suggest it might be the mum's fault.

I wasn't saying that! Yes, you were.

OK, just a little bit. I ju... I...

Jack...

What was that all about? Oh, nothin'.

Has Frank been up to Admin yet? Er, no.

What if they don't reinstate him? What's the plan?

Well, we'll be able to get a job somewhere else easy enough.

Yeah, together? Might be a little harder to arrange.

I don't wanna leave here. I like seeing you every day.

Yeah, I like seeing you too.

Have you heard anything on your test results?

No.

Look, we said we wouldn't get ourselves in a knot over this.

I'm not in a knot.

If the treatment hasn't worked, then we just keep on trying.

Well, what if I don't wanna do that?

But why wouldn't you?

Dan?

Just I don't wanna keep on taking injections,

dealing with the side effects, hoping that something's making a difference.

If the treatment hasn't worked,

then it hasn't worked, alright?

His blood pressure, it's very low now.

And his heart rate, that's slowing.

It will continue to slow until it eventually stops.

He's not in any pain, though.

Tamara... focus on him.

He's able to hear you.

Spend these last few minutes with your son.

G'day. How's tricks?

I've had better days. Huh.

We attended the burning car this morning. How's that kid doing?

Er... Er, yeah, mate, it's not good.

He's not gonna survive. Poor kid.

We would've been here sooner

but we had a tough time tracking down the mother.

Oh, well, his mother's here. She's with him now.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

Oh...

Oh...

Oh!

Resuscitate him! What's going on?

Dan, resus trolley. What's going on?

No, don't... What are you talking about?

She's not his mother. Please! They can't save him now!

Von, get her out. He's asystolic.

Start CPR. We can't. It's too late.

Jack, he's gone. Just do it!

Come on! Let him die. He deserves to die.

Get out! Please!

He deserves to die!

Tamara!

Dan, 40 minutes.

That's enough. (Pants heavily)

(Sighs)

Time of death is 14:30.

Who was she?

His aunt.

She's with the police now.

His aunt?

I just assumed she was the mother. (Scoffs)

She deceived us. It's not your fault.

Well, why'd she do it?

I'm so sorry, Dylan.

(Sighs)

Hey!

How could you do that?

Dylan destroyed everything he touched. That's all he knew.

Yeah, well, his mother had a right to be here.

He killed my son.

He took him joyriding in a stolen car.

And they had a head-on collision with a truck.

Now my youngest is hanging with him.

He came home this morning stinking of petrol.

It could have been him in there today.

It doesn't give you the right to do what you did.

He got what he deserved.

No. He deserved respect.

CAR DOOR CLOSES

What's going on?

Her BP dropped and she's tachycardic.

I feel like I'm gonna pass out again.

We won't let that happen. Let's get the bedhead down.

Uh-huh. Where are we at with the obs?

Heart rate's 110 and her BP's 100 over 60.

What is happening to me? It's OK.

I'm gonna give you a hormone injection.

It should take care of these symptoms.

I'm really thirsty. I know.

Just bear with us a little longer, please.

Are you feeling less dizzy? A little bit.

Do you know what's wrong with me?

If this injection works I will. OK.

Get this filled out right away. I'll stay with her.

OK. I'll be right back.

Just try and relax. We're gonna sort this out.

OK.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

CHARLOTTE: She had a hair ball?

(Scoffs) 12cm by 5cm.

Oh, my God.

Well, she fiddles with her hair all the time.

Well, she obviously chews it as well.

The hair ball's built up over the years,

irritated the lining of her stomach and small intestine,

an ulcer's developed and that's started to bleed.

You ever seen anything like it before?

(Chuckles)

That size? No. Nothing.

Why would someone do that?

Who knows?

None of you could have known she wasn't the boy's mother.

She wanted him dead, Frank.

I talked her through her DNR order. I should have sensed it.

Von didn't. Zoe didn't.

Well, just because we all missed it doesn't make it any better.

Dan felt something was up

and Zoe was questioning her emotional detachment.

I just made excuses for her.

If you discovered she wasn't the mother sooner,

would it have made any difference to what happened to Dylan?

Maybe we could have kept him alive long enough

for his real mother to come and see him.

No. You knew he wasn't gonna survive his injuries.

You and your colleagues made exactly the right choice.

Well, we need to review the protocol for establishing next of kin.

Take it up with Admin when you've got my job.

I told you, Frank, I don't want your job!

Why is he still here?

He's just being stubborn.

He's probably waiting for Maroney to come and see him.

Phoebe said her abdominal pain

started again about two years ago, didn't she?

Yep. About six months after she got married.

In the last two years,

she's been treated for a fractured wrist, a broken nose...

What? Here? No. At Saint Angela's.

And there are other injuries listed, all put down to...'accidents'.

So she swapped an abusive father for an abusive husband.

I think if we go further back,

we'll find Phoebe's been having 'accidents' since her mother died.

So the hair chewing started when she was a teenager.

And probably stopped when she left home.

And started again when the delightful husband appeared on the scene.

Bingo.

What's our next step?

I'm gonna go talk to her. She's probably awake by now.

I don't know about you but I am ready to get out of this place.

What's this about Campion being here all day?

Who told you that? He's in his office.

Right.

You called him? Somebody had to.

I left you a message hours ago.

Yes, I got it.

And? And what?

Did you expect me to run upstairs and see you straightaway?

You must be joking.

I need to talk to you about your resignation.

The hospital board has asked that you reconsider.

The board has made it perfectly clear they don't want me to be here

and the feeling is entirely mutual.

Well, that's simply not true. Oh, yeah. Since when?

Look, we're all aware of your commitment to the hospital.

My former commitment.

It's an olive branch, Frank.

Don't just slap it away.

(Scoffs)

I wonder why the board has suddenly decided to change their mind.

Come on, Ollie. You can tell me.

Well, I suspect there's a number of factors.

Such as? Does it matter?

I'm offering you your position back.

(Sighs) Well, I can hardly reconsider my position

if I don't know what's changed.

Some members of your staff have indicated

that they're unwilling to continue to work here

unless you're reinstated.

Now, the board would prefer not to replace anyone at this stage.

We'd like to keep the department running smoothly.

Good luck with that!

Frank, please.

Who threatened to quit?

All of them.

What? The whole bloody lot?

Mmm.

Oh, God. Ollie, Ollie, Ollie. No wonder you're down here, then.

The board must be scared stiff

that the whole place is gonna shut up shop.

Your job must be well and truly on the line, isn't it, old chap?

The board and I are working together.

Oh, don't bullshit me!

You made this mess. You've been told to clean it up.

The offer's on the table, Frank.

You can have your job back, no questions asked.

You miss it already. You miss them.

You know you do.

I'm feeling much better. Thought you might.

That injection we gave you -

it's an antidiuretic hormone that your body's had trouble producing.

Everything you drank has just been going straight through you.

That's why I was thirsty all the time.

Correct.

You have a form of diabetes.

So, does that mean I'm gonna be on insulin for the rest of my life?

Not with this sort of diabetes. It's treated with hormone therapy.

Mmm, gee. Sounds like fun.

It's a nasal spray.

That's it? That's it.

With follow-up from your GP.

Could I have a drink now?

(Chuckles) Yes, you can.

I'll get you some water. OK.

Well, I came in thinking that I might have a brain tumour.

So I guess I should take diabetes as good news.

He's my husband.

He abuses you. He's broken your arm. He's broken your nose.

That has to stop, Phoebe. You have to make that stop.

I can't. (Sniffles)

Yes, you can. You can bring charges against him.

He'd kill me.

Did you just hear what you said?

I don't have money, OK? And I'm not going back to my dad's.

There are other options. We can place you in a shelter.

No. Just temporarily.

To give you some time to think.

Mm-mm. Derek would hate that.

He'd get very angry.

Phoebe, this is about what you want from now on.

(Sniffles)

(Whispers) Hey. Shh, shh.

Do you want to feel frightened for the rest of your life?

Then do something about it.

It must have been pretty scary not knowing what was going on.

Yeah, it was. Passing out, hallucinations - it's freaky!

I don't know why anyone would want to part with money for the experience.

Mmm.

Oh, come on. You never take drugs? Really? Be honest with me.

Why would you think I do?

Oh, you just... you know, you seem like you do.

Mmm. That's a pretty neat stereotype you've got going on there.

Fair enough.

Boy from the bush.

Wows everyone by getting a medical degree.

Country life gets too much. Screwed up somehow.

Thinks the city might be a good place to hide

but realises being a fish out of water ain't so easy.

Close?

Too close.

You left out 'gifted sportsman'.

So try me. What's my story?

(Chuckles) I have no idea. Come on.

Come on.

OK. Er, you went to uni - some sort of arts degree, I suppose.

Travelled. Back home now with itchy feet to do something new.

I work in a lab with four very sexy mathematicians.

BSc at Sydney Uni.

Masters in philosophy at Cambridge. PhD at MIT.

Currently working on a post-doctoral fellowship at Lucas Heights.

Seriously?

So, officially, it's Dr Simone. If you don't mind.

Hey. Pathology results for one Daniel Goldman.

Oh, thanks.

Hey. Do you have a moment? Sure.

Where can I find some doctor called Beaumont?

Er, right here. Can I help you?

I've just been told I can't see my wife. On your orders.

Are we talking about Phoebe?

You've got no right to stop me from seeing my wife.

Yes, I have if I feel it isn't in her best interests.

You tell them up there that I can see her.

That's not gonna happen.

I'm hoping a few days of feeling safe

will make her change her mind about having you charged.

I could have you reported for this. Go ahead.

I would love the opportunity to discuss

your wife's long list of injuries, her nervous disorders...

Bitch!

You've got a problem with my team, you've got a problem with me.

Over here, pal.

And who are you? I'm the man who runs the joint.

If you'd like to make a formal complaint

about the way you've been treated,

I'd be more than happy to do the paperwork for you.

Do let us know if you change your mind!

Pinhead.

So, you had your chat with Oliver Maroney, I see.

You're all bloody idiots.

Of all the stupid things to do.

What would you have done if they called your bluff?

Where would you be then? On your backsides! That's where you'd be.

And where would this department be? Hey?

I'll be in my office if anybody needs me.

Here goes.

Wait.

Before you open it...

..I need you to know that I love you.

Aw.

I love you.

And no matter what the results say

and whether or not you want to continue treatment or not,

I'm with you.

OK?

OK.

Mmm.

OK... (Clears throat)

The winner is...

"There is no detectable hepatitis C...

"in the blood."

(Sighs)

It worked.

Yeah, it did.

I'm clear!

Come on.

(Chuckles) (Pants heavily)

Oh, God.

Hmm.

Well, at least you've tidied up a bit.

Why the bloody hell did you all do it?

No idea. I tried to talk them out of it.

Well, you took a big risk. Yep.

And despite the fact that you're an insufferable bully

and a megalomaniac

with no regard for professional courtesy,

you know,

your staff seem to think you're worth it.

Better the devil you know, I guess.

Yeah, I guess.

Although, in truth,

running a department is sort of like conducting an orchestra

or coaching a footy team...

Goodnight, Frank.

Fabulous to have you back!

It takes a lot of ticker.

You've got to be keenly aware of where everybody's at...

(Continues speaking softly)