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BART: She doesn't belong in the E.D.

If that's true, how come nobody's brought it to my attention before?

I don't know. Maybe they didn't think they could.

Juliet? I was thinking of maybe grabbing a flight down to see you.

(SINGS) ♪ It's that sound again

♪ Summer sounds again

♪ Heating up at 10:00

♪ And I'm gonna sleep through it all again

♪ Should I rise a dream?

♪ Hardly noticing that the day I had... ♪

Oh, thank God they finally let someone in here with taste!

Amber only drinks champagne.

Hi. Oh, OK. It's hot.

It's better when it's chilled.

Well, I'm Crystal. Of course you are. Hi. I'm Mike.

If you need a bubbly, buddy, you just wave, alright?

Yeah. We'll be over with Garth Armstrong.

Right. And, er, he is?

Oh! He's a footballer! Oh, my God.

See ya. Oh, that Garth Armstrong.

Yeah. Hot boots.

Have fun. (BOTH CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN: (SINGS) ♪ And all I want to do

♪ Is close my eyes and fall deep into you. ♪

DAN: Coming through.

Hot. Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!

Take the middle one. Ooh! Is one for me?

Yep. Mwah.

Honeymoon still not over?

Have you noticed the man that she married?

Ooh, yeah.

I wish this shift was over. Triage is a nightmare.

Speaking of nightmares... What are you guys doing here?

None of your bloody business!

All department heads have to be on hand

for a changeover to a new computer system at midnight.

And you're here until then?

You got a problem with that? No.

Well, if it becomes a problem, do let me know.

I think they need a hand in Triage.

Are you sure you want to take over?

It's better than being around Frank on the warpath.

I can't argue with that.

Well, so far, we've got five separate cases of vomiting and diarrhoea -

all of whom ate at the same pub.

Yeah, which apparently was packed.

Great.

It might not be the most exciting night but at least you'll be busy.

(KNOCKS)

Please. I need help!

(PANTS) I think I'm about to throw an embolus.

Ricky.

I've got Proteus syndrome. OK.

My name's Steve. What's yours? Paula Griffin.

OK, Paula, this is Erica.

Straight to Resus, please. You want to take a seat for us?

It's easier if I walk... (PANTS)

Are you sure? You're sounding a bit out of breath.

My leg doesn't fit. No, it's OK.

We'll walk with you. It'll be fine. OK?

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Steve...

(PANTS)

It's alright.

You know an embolus can be life-threatening.

I've lived with this since I was born.

Then why wait all day?

If I have to go out, I prefer night-time.

That's a big gamble.

You should have phoned an ambulance first thing.

Where are the paramedics?

I didn't call them.

There's a cab I fit in.

He knows me.

I hate explaining.

Ah.

If you're coming in, close the curtain.

Amy, can I get you to hook Paula up to the oxygen, thanks?

Sure.

Well, I'm gonna get back to Triage.

But Amy's gonna be your nurse, alright? Yep.

Are you right?

OK, Paula, I have to cut away your trousers so I can examine your leg.

Are you OK with that? No.

But let's do it anyway.

(PANTS HEAVILY)

OK, so,

have you had any other symptoms apart from shortness of breath?

I noticed... (PANTS)

..the skin on my leg... changing colour.

And it's more painful than normal.

And it's a bit swollen.

How can you tell?

After a while, I guess you just know.

We'll do a chest X-ray, ECG, full bloods.

I want to do a FAST as well, thank you.

You reckon you can get a reading through that?

Do you have any idea what that girl has to live with?

I wasn't expecting it, alright?

It's not like I said it on purpose.

What? The first clanger or the second?

I'm sorry.

Look, I've never seen anything like it either.

It took a lot of guts for her to bring herself in here.

The least we can do is show her the professional courtesy she deserves.

I thought that's what I was doing.

We work as a team here, Amy.

Show her we're there for her.

You with me?

Yep. OK. Good.

I'm gonna chase up her records.

You get that FAST set up for me. OK.

Problem?

Ah, it's just an unusual case.

Of? Proteus syndrome.

Are you sure? It's pretty hard to miss, Frank.

She's really self-conscious about it, so...

Well, who wouldn't be? Is Amy alright to be in there?

Yeah, she'll be fine.

Get Von onto it as well. At this time of the night?

If I have to be stuck here with you lot

when I could be at home relaxing,

so can she.

MAN: Get me out of this bloody contraption!

Nearly there.

I told you I could bloody walk!

You've got no right to bully me.

Come on. No-one's trying to bully you, Timothy. Just calm down, OK?

Whatever you say, Bobby.

Er, Jack.

Sorry. Jack.

My apologies to you too, Daniel. It's OK.

But as Abe would say,

"Those who deny the freedom of others deserve it not for themself."

Mm-hm. Who's Abe?

President Abraham Lincoln, of course. Oh, of course.

Now, is this your current telephone number?

Why wouldn't it be? I'm just wondering.

You think I'm a bum, don't you? No. No-one's saying you're a bum.

I'll have you know that I'm a pharmacist with my own pharmacy.

Of course you are. Now, let's just get you out of these clothes.

(WAILS)

Are you a bit sensitive?

It's the dermatitis, I suppose. OK.

Well, let's just be really gentle.

Thank you.

Oh, look at that! Top-of-the-range jacket!

You've got good taste, Daniel.

Now, I'll tell you something else that Abe said

that might particularly appeal to you.

Yes?

"Common-looking people are the best in the world.

"That's why the Lord made so many of them."

(WHEEZES)

Frank, everything is proceeding according to plan.

And they will give us a call before they do the switch-over.

Bloody computer buffoons.

Why do they have to change the system anyway?

Do I look like I know? Excuse me.

How are you going in there? I think it's a pulmonary embolism.

Mmm.

With Proteus syndrome, it could be deep-vein thrombosis

or several other things, you know.

Sorry. Proteus syndrome as in the 'Elephant Man' Proteus syndrome?

Didn't he dislocate his neck in his sleep?

Something like that.

Only this girl's enlargement is in her leg and buttock.

Well, if you need any help at all, I...

Given that there are probably no more than 120 of these cases worldwide,

have you ever treated this before?

No, no, no.

But Mike's listed as her surgical consult on a recent operation.

So I thought I'd give him a call.

Right. Good idea.

Well, if you do need any...

Mike! G'day. Steve Taylor. Sorry for calling you off duty.

I've got a patient of yours in the E.D.

Yeah.

You what, sorry?

She's got Proteus syndrome. Yeah.

Yeah, right.

I remember it. Yeah, pretty girl. Sweet smile.

And a leg it takes two nurses to lift, right?

Yeah. Paula Griffin.

I did a pectus evacuatum on her. Helped a lot with her breathing.

Well, she's in with a possible PE.

I was gonna try diagnostics but I doubt it's gonna work,

given the amount of bulk involved.

Alright. How big is the leg now?

We're looking at over 70cm.

Any suggestions?

Well, I'd try a heparin infusion.

Keep her clotting times between 60 and 90.

And, er...

..compressive bandage from theatre.

OK. Good luck.

Am I fashionably late?

Well, this would be the right place for it.

You must have thought I wasn't coming.

Oh, it had crossed my mind.

It's not like we really know each other.

No.

Do you always follow strange women to Melbourne?

When they give me their phone number, I do.

Can you tell me what day of the week it is?

That interests me not a jot.

OK. What about the name of the Prime Minister?

Couldn't give a rat's arse!

Well, Timothy, you seem a little bit confused.

So I'm wondering whether you might have a urinary tract infection.

"I claim not to have controlled events,

"but confess freely that events have controlled me."

Spoken very truly. Abe?

Abe.

I'm gonna give you some medication to make you urinate

so we can check for that infection.

Furosemide, I assume.

20mg.

How'd you know that?

Well, you want me to pass urine, don't you?

It's a loop diuretic

made up of mannitol, sodium and sodium hydroxide.

Category C in pregnant women.

We knew that. How did you know that?

I told you. I'm a pharmacist.

Well, read the bloody label if you don't believe me!

OK, calm down. No-one's calling you a liar.

It's just, er...

Yep.

Are these the ones you wanted?

Yeah. Yeah, that's them.

I'll finish the FAST and you can get those on her.

It should help with the pain.

(MACHINE WHIRRS)

(PANTS HEAVILY)

Have you got anything valuable in here?

I could lock it up for you.

No. Just a change of clothes.

Every time I come to hospital someone cuts my trousers off me.

Anything I can get you, then?

Out of here as quickly as possible.

I didn't mean...

It's not personal.

I just hate hospitals.

You're not the first patient to say that.

You got a minute? For what?

You treated a patient earlier with a fractured arm.

Do you want the plaster check done here or at a clinic?

I think you should find that my notes state I want her back here, mate.

I must have missed that.

Anything else, Dr West?

Are you getting any results?

You guys should put a ticket machine on that curtain.

Sorry. I'd better get back to it.

I'll leave you to it.

There you go. All done.

You can get that bandage on her now.

My leg's too big to get a reading, right?

It was worth a try.

I also want you to start the heparin infusion

and I want a repeat APTT in six hours

and a V/Q scan first thing in the morning.

Why not now?

We don't have the staff to do it. Can't you do something else?

I don't want to be the water-cooler topic in the morning.

I promise you, we're doing everything available.

But the heparin is gonna thin my blood

and hopefully dissolve the clot, right?

Assuming that it is the clot that's causing the symptoms.

So I can go after that and come back if the symptoms reappear?

Let's get the heparin running first and then we'll talk about it later.

Furosemide's in.

Significant crackles.

We should order a chest X-ray as well.

So... you think it might be more than just a urinary tract infection?

Well, I'm just ruling out possibilities.

Tell me, if you still own a pharmacy,

why do you live on the streets?

I don't all the time. Just when I feel like it.

Why?

Because 10 years ago

I decided that I would only do the things that pleased me.

And leaving a nice comfortable house to live rough on the streets -

that sort of floats your boat?

Not living by the rules

is what 'floats my boat'.

Why are we talking about boats?

Er...

..we were trying to determine where you lived to see how you got sick.

Oh... (CHUCKLES) ..sorry.

My short-term memory isn't what it was.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Do you or anyone in your family have a history of mental illness?

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)

It's alright. I'm not crazy.

I'm just suffering from mercury poisoning.

What makes you say that?

'Cause I take regular doses of mercury.

It keeps me happy.

Timothy Carey.

Yeah, we need his bloods tested urgently for mercury levels.

We sent them up about half an hour ago.

Thank you.

Have you ever treated this before?

No. It's not very common. Even when it's accidental.

What's that, Bobby?

Mercury poisoning.

Do you know what it can do to you?

I've got a feeling you're just about to tell me.

It attacks the central nervous system,

explains all of your symptoms,

and chronic exposure leads to... death.

Well, if it was good enough for Abe, it's good enough for me.

Abe Lincoln drank mercury?

He took it as part of a tonic to relieve melancholia.

You've no idea how it bucks you up.

You remind me so much of my son.

I thought that you didn't have any family. Do you want me to call them?

He died.

1:43am...

..23 September...

..1998.

I'm sorry.

We... need to know how much mercury you've taken and for how long.

Who keeps track?

But you knew what was gonna happen to you, didn't you?

Of course.

Then why?

I'm a chemist.

I believed the universe was constructed

according to precise rules.

If you do A,

then B must inevitably follow.

It must.

And then...

..my son died before I did.

And I realised...

..the universe is composed of random bullshit!

Well, two can play at that game.

But why mercury?

Well, Abe Lincoln put it best.

"The past is the cause of the present.

"And the present will be

"the cause of the future."

Yep. No, I understand. Thank you.

Well, Admin are now saying

that the computer system will be changed over some time before 2am.

What the bloody hell am I supposed to do in the meantime?

I don't know - tidy that recycling dump that you call a desk, maybe.

(SCOFFS)

Why don't you instead tell me what you think of my niece as a nurse?

Apropos anything in particular? Apropos answer the bloody question!

She's fine...

..just a little green, maybe.

Did I ask you to answer the question in Swahili?

Alright, you want the truth? I don't think she's cut out for the E.D.

Why the bloody hell not?

Because she has her uncle's people skills, that's why.

Look, put her in theatre where she doesn't have to remember

that the patients have eyes and ears, she'll be fine.

What are you doing here?

Oh, well, apparently, because you two goons

are desperate to play nursemaids to a computer,

my night has to be stuffed up as well.

Oh, settle down. We've got a Proteus syndrome in the Resus.

And one final blow.

Has somebody put up a sign, 'Freak Show - Free Entry'?

No, that sign's still nailed on the staffroom door.

Look, I'm Von Ryan, I'm in Patient Liaison,

which means it's my job to try and make life a bit easier for you.

And I bit your head off.

You weren't to know.

Should have. I could write a manual.

(SIGHS) Chunks of time spent in children's hospitals, hey?

And almost as much as an adult.

Operations or drug trials?

Both...

..and experimental medical procedures till I said 'enough'.

Bet they had no trouble understanding you.

Sorry for arking up.

If it feels good, do it. That's what we're here for, right?

Oh, speak for yourself.

But he is right.

You've had to cope with things we could hardly imagine.

Having to lug Diablo the devil leg everywhere has made it pretty trippy.

And not in the good "peace, love and mung bean" kind of way.

When you know you haven't got as long as everyone else,

it makes you kind of pissy.

Mmm, understandable.

So... every now and then I put my brain in neutral

and my mouth in gear and let rip.

Ha! Don't we all?!

(BAND PLAYS MID-TEMPO POP SONG)

So... you married?

No, never.

That's something else we've got in common.

Hmm? That surprises you?

Not really, no.

Guess my dreams were always slightly more exotic.

Hmm?

As in destination.

Ah, so you like to travel?

Mmm. Yeah, my work takes me overseas sometimes.

You name it, I've been there.

OK. I'll expect a postcard from Vladivostok.

And what about you?

What stopped you from having an ex-Mrs Vlasek?

Oh, I don't know.

Work, life, arrogance - you name it.

Oh, I'll bet there's a chorus line of disappointed women.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, there's a chorus line, alright,

but I don't know if 'disappointed' is the adjective I'd use.

'Relieved', maybe.

Are you always this honest about your shortcomings?

Hang on, I didn't say they were shortcomings.

I'm pleased to hear it. (LAUGHS)

Mercury poisoning - you must be joking.

What on earth was he thinking?

I don't know. I've already called for a psych consult...

Yeah, good luck getting one at this time of night.

But at this stage, our main priority is the physical symptoms.

Right, well, when pathology confirm it,

he'll need chelation therapy.

What's that? Uh, we pump him full of chemicals.

They bind to the heavier metals and hopefully are excreted out.

Except you need to know exactly how much mercury is in his system,

and for how long, before you can calculate what the dose should be.

Mmm. Has he voided yet? Not yet.

OK, well, you'd better put in a catheter.

I need a urine sample as well as bloods before I do my calculations.

Get whatever you need from pharmacy straightaway.

You don't want to be dicking around when you're ready to go.

OK. Thanks, Frank.

BART: Alright, over we go.

Homer, what was wrong with where that patient was resting?

I've got a system for all the gastro patients.

Obs due on the quarter-hour are this side. Half-hour obs, that side.

IV bags changed top down - left first, then right.

Sometimes I wonder what the inside of your brain must look like.

If you think that you're getting your hands on my privates,

you can think again!

It's not my choice. It's doctor's orders.

You tell the bloody doctors

that I've been pissing perfectly well by myself for years!

Oi, what's going on here?

They're trying to put this thing on me.

Tell them I don't need it. TELL THEM TO LEAVE ME ALONE!

Well, he needs to do it, so you should probably let him.

Do I have to?

Uh, it'd help with your treatment.

OK.

Will you promise me something?

If I can, yep.

Tell me you'll be careful

in that souped-up bloody car of yours tonight.

I'll be careful.

Good boy.

How long have you been living alone?

Since Mum died. Four years next month.

I'm sorry.

Hard getting out with Diablo, hey?

(CHUCKLES) I try not to.

Thank God for the Internet.

What - you order in?

Everything.

And if I ask for the same delivery person,

they stare a little less each time.

Don't you miss the company of other people, though?

I stopped missing that long ago.

You must have friends. Someone from school, maybe?

Hardly went. (SIGHS)

Spent most of the time in hospitals.

So do you work at all?

What - as a dancing instructor?

Sorry.

With hardly any schooling and Diablo for a reference,

not so many work options...

..so I end up staying at home.

I like it better that way.

JULIET: A boat shed?!

Yeah, well, a 'shed', 'house' - whatever you want to call it.

It's nothing much, really. Oh, Sydney waterfront.

It's hardly what I'd call slumming it.

Well, you should have seen the place when I first bought it.

It was, like, you know, completely derelict.

Actually, it still is, really. I sort of left it that way.

Seems more... bohemian, I guess. Mmm.

But now, of course, owning waterfront property's

about as conservative as you can get...

..and I bet you don't like being thought of as conservative.

Maybe not. Perhaps I should, though, considering my profession.

Hey, you haven't told me what you do.

No. I don't want to give everything away on a first date.

Well, 'first' assumes there'll be others.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

I hope so.

WOMAN: Amber, you're being a total bitch!

At least I'm keeping my hands off my best friend's man!

Yeah, and who says he's yours?!

Might find somewhere a bit quieter next time.

That's a good idea.

Just because your dad owns half the city

doesn't mean everything with a dick is your own personal toy.

OK, well, then, that would make you mine.

OH, FAT COW!

OH, YOU SLUT!

(SCREAMS)

Oh, God.

(SCREAMS LOUDLY)

I've got you. I didn't mean to.

I'm so sorry! I'm gonna need some towels.

Will these do? That's great.

Crystal...

Crystal, Crystal, stay with me.

I'm a doctor. You're gonna be alright.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

MIKE: Slow your breathing down.

Crystal, I want you to slow your breathing down.

In for three - one, two, three - out for four.

Breathe with me, come on. This isn't happening.

Ambulance is on its way. Good. Hope it gets here quickly.

The only way to fix this thing is surgically

and I'd rather not do it here.

She's dying. I've killed her, haven't I?

Amber, get me some ice from the bar - the big bucket of ice.

It'll help slow the bleeding. Ice. OK.

Come on, Crystal. Slow your breathing for me.

That's it. Getting some ice.

The ambulance on its way. You'll be OK.

Slow... Out for four.

(CRYSTAL BREATHES HEAVILY)

Are you OK, Timothy? What?

(SHOUTS) Jack? Is there something wrong with your chest?

My heart's going crazy.

JACK: What's happening? I'm so sorry, son.

OK, his heart rate is skyrocketing. He is in SVT.

We've both been drinking. I didn't mean what I said.

You need to tell me how you're feeling, Timothy.

Tell me you won't drive tonight.

We can talk about this in the morning.

It's Dr Quade. You need to tell me what you're feeling.

As though something bad is going to happen.

Should I give him amiodarone to bring his heart rate down?

No, not without knowing how much mercury's in his system.

Something really bad.

Listen, we can't give you the medication that we need to

so I'm gonna do carotid massage instead.

No - with his dermatitis, Jack, he'll scream the place down.

My chest is gonna explode. Well, it's that or nothing else.

Keep your eye on the monitors.

Make sure I don't lower his heart rate too much.

(WAILS)

(SOBS) Stop that, it's killing me! OK, we need to do something else.

Um...

Pass me a large syringe instead.

What are you going to do with that?

You need to blow into this as hard as you can.

What good's that gonna do?

It's gonna correct the electrical pathways in your heart.

Just blow, Timothy.

OK, that's good. Keep going.

Good man. Heart rate's lowering.

OK, a little bit longer.

OK, Timothy, you can relax. (PANTS)

Yeah, that's steady. That's steady. Oh, God.

He's deteriorating much faster than I thought.

I need those pathology results.

If I remember right, we talked about me going home after the heparin.

Uh, we said we'd discuss it later. Which is now.

OK. There's some things you need to know.

Firstly, we need to allow more time for the heparin to do its job.

How long? At least until morning.

Convenient for that other test you want.

A V/Q scan is an essential part of your diagnosis.

So find the staff to do it now if it's that important.

The test is in Nuclear Medicine, another department.

Unfortunately, not open until the morning.

That's why I want you admitted - you can have that...

No.

..and the benefit of every test we have.

And, in the meantime, I'm a prize exhibit.

The staff will be pushing each other out of the way to gawk.

You came in here to be treated because you were - and still are -

experiencing life-threatening complications,

so please let me do my job - let me treat you.

Will you excuse me?

Doctor?

The staff here are professional. They won't go gawking at you.

Only 'cause the other patients and their rellies would be in the way.

What is your biggest problem about letting this girl go?

Because she needs to be in hospital.

Well, I could give her twice daily Clexane injections at home

and take bloods at the same time.

She's still going to have to come back for a V/Q scan, Von.

Yes, but she'd be happier at home. It may help her recover faster.

Assuming she survives. I just don't see these as options.

Well, they are.

OK, they're not ideal,

but it's better than letting her go home

and getting no treatment at all.

How long would you be prepared to hold off mentioning home care?

Why would you ask me that?

Because as soon as you do mention it, she's gonna grab it and run.

Well, I won't volunteer,

but if she asks, I'll tell her.

OK.

So am I going home?

It's so important that we assess and treat you properly.

Meaning you want me to stay. It makes sense.

Just until we can make sure you don't have a pulmonary embolus.

I don't get it. Why does it bother you when people stare?

You think it's fun? No.

But you're obviously so gutsy.

Uh-uh. I couldn't do what you do.

Live alone, cope every day with...

Diablo.

(MACHINE BEEPS) Chest hurts.

She's tachycardic.

Hurting all the time or just when you breathe?

Breathing.

Embolus? No, it could just be a panic attack.

OK, it might be a good idea to let the doctor know what's going on.

Now! Sure.

Hang in there, Crystal. You're doing just fine.

The ambulance is here. It won't be long now, sweetheart.

You're choking her!

I know this is uncomfortable

but I've gotta keep the pressure up on your neck to stem the blood flow.

(CHOKES AND GURGLES) Oh, Jesus!

Hold her. Keep her still as possible. I'm putting my fingers in the wound.

(SCREAMS) Leave her alone! Stop it! He knows what he's doing.

No he doesn't. He's making it worse!

You want to help your friend, you need to shut up and calm down, OK?

Thank you.

You do know what you're doing, don't you?

I've had a bit of training, yeah.

Hi. I'm Mike Vlasek, Head of Surgery at All Saints in Sydney.

MAN: What do you need?

I need forceps and a trauma pad. I'm pinching a vein with my fingers here.

Got a name?

This is Crystal. She's been glassed in the neck.

Hi, Crystal. It's gonna be OK. We're gonna look after you.

No loss of consciousness?

No, but there's substantial blood loss.

As soon as this vein's clamped, I want her moving.

Just a panic attack. Yeah, thankfully.

Next time we mightn't be so lucky.

I'll get onto the radiologist, see if he can come in early.

Best to get him now.

Did she ask to go home again? She did.

Did you...

Not yet, Doctor, no. Thanks, Von.

Well, the patient is deteriorating. I need the results now.

No, I don't want you to call me back!

Yes, I told you -

I'm looking at the site now and I cannot see the results.

Oh, shit!

Hey, has anyone else's... computer gone down?

IT boofheads. What happened to the warning call we're supposed to get?

No, don't do that. I will do it. You will only get up their noses.

Yes, our computers have crashed too

so why don't you just read me the results over the phone?

Yep. Hi. It's the E.D. here.

(CHUCKLES) I'm aware you're busy,

but we need to know when we're gonna be back online.

What - you don't have a hard copy? How long's that going to take?

Well, I need these results urgently.

Can you please call me once you can print them out? Is that clear?

OK, well, thank you very much.

Apparently the entire system's down.

It will take as long as it takes to get back up.

Brilliant!

Where are we at?

This is his second bag of fluids and his BP is still down.

And how long for the pathology report?

Too long. Listen, has he voided yet? No.

Timothy? Can you hear me?

Bobby.

No, it's Dr Quade... Jack.

Listen, I need you to concentrate for me, mate.

I need to know how much mercury you've taken.

Promise me you won't drive tonight.

No, it's not Bobby, I'm your doctor. Now, how much mercury?

OK. You're a pharmacist, you know this one.

Don't get so cross with me, Bobby. No, Timothy...

Timothy!

(SIGHS)

Put a nasogastric tube in.

For what?

Just do it, please.

Jack, tell me you're not going to do something stupid.

He weighs 78 kilos, yeah?

OK, look, Jack, without the pathology report,

you are flying blind.

You're not even sure if he's even taken any mercury.

Oh, come on. He knows too much about it, plus...

He also thinks you're his dead son!

Hypertension, sweating, drooling, tachycardia.

Let's just... Let's just talk to Frank, get his opinion.

Why? He'd just end up guessing too. Exactly - it's a guess!

You guess too much, Jack, you're gonna end up killing him.

Yes, and if we do nothing, this guy's dead anyway.

DAN: I've aspirated stomach contents,

and the nasogastric tube is in the correct position.

I can look after it from here.

Might be best if you take a walk.

Thanks. I've already had my exercise for the day.

Bobby?

Timothy, it's Jack.

Can you hear me?

Forgive me.

Please?

(WHISPERS) I forgive you. (SOBS QUIETLY)

Good boy.

You're gonna be fine, Crystal. The boys'll take care of you, OK?

Tell them to get theatre on stand-by,

and I wanna talk to the surgeon before we take her in, alright?

Thanks, guys.

I'm sorry. I don't know how long I'm gonna be.

I've got plenty to do here, anyway.

I've gotta deal with the police, make sure the staff are all OK.

I didn't just randomly pick this club, Mike.

I own it.

So, we're both full of surprises, eh?

Um, I gotta go.

Maybe next time you're in Sydney...

I'd like that.

Yeah.

So much for being gutsy.

You give yourself a hard time, don't you?

This one, it's OK for me to say. I'm like that too.

I mean, you got yourself here without calling an ambulance,

and now you're worried about having a panic attack?

I only got out of the house because I was more scared of staying in it.

I have this thing that one day, Diablo's gonna throw an embolus.

It's gonna take me out,

and I'll be lying there for God knows how long

before someone discovers I'm dead.

Then why live alone?

Because I'm even more scared of being the freak in the sideshow.

I'm starting to get the picture. Sorry?

Give me a second.

If you two don't have anything better to do,

I can always get the Director of Emergency Medicine

to help you think of something!

Sorry, you were right about some of the staff...

(YELLS) ..being rejects!

But Steve and Von were right too.

It's important you stay and let us help you.

I know.

But I can't do it.

What if you had your own personal bodyguard?

BP's normalising.

Heart rate's down.

Looks like he's improving.

See, mate? Sometimes A does happen and B follows.

The universe does have its order.

Not sure what it was trying to prove by taking his son away.

Yeah, well, me neither.

Tell you what, if I lost someone like that,

I sure would be searching for answers for it all.

(MONITOR BEEPS) Oh, God. Damn it.

Listen, can you push the fluids through,

and I'm gonna get a resus trolley on stand-by.

Come on, Timothy. You stay with us, OK?

Is there any way we can keep Paula in Resus, or somewhere else in the E.D.?

The Proteus syndrome patient?

She's agreed to stay for the tests Steve wants

if we can guarantee her privacy.

I don't mind working another shift to be her minder.

You know, keep away the gawkers. Makes sense to me.

Yeah, alright. I'll clear out an isolation room.

Excellent. I'll get her ready to move.

What was that crap you were saying about her not having people skills?

I finally convinced the radiologist to come in early for the V/Q scan.

I bet he was thrilled. Yeah.

So as long as we can keep her here until then, we're OK.

And because there's only one way in or out,

any stickybeaks will have to get past me first.

What's happening?

I've organised to transfer Paula

into one of the ISO rooms instead of a ward.

So you're OK with that?

It's better than the alternative.

You got a minute? Yeah.

Look, you don't have to thank me. I'm just glad she's staying.

I'm really glad she's staying too, Amy.

So what's the problem?

You did a really good thing in there.

You just need to remember we're part of a team.

If a patient doesn't think her doctor's across her treatment...

You were busy, so I ran it past Head of Department.

I don't care if you ran it past God.

It's simply not how we do things here.

Sorry for helping!

You wanna have a go at me about anything else while we're here?

No, Amy...

Then excuse me while I get back to our patient.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

What happened?

Could be a reaction to the chelation therapy.

How much did you give him? 1,400mg.

As a loading dose?

Where are his pathology results? Haven't come through yet.

How'd you know how much to give him?

Charging to 360. I need adrenaline, 1mg, on stand-by.

Clear.

Did you at least find out the length of exposure?

He's still in VF. 1mg adrenaline going in.

Charging again.

Did you know anything at all before you started?

Would you shut up and let us save this guy's life?!

Clear.

Time of death - 1:43am.

I'll take care of the body.

It's a coroner's case. Everything stays in.

Computers are back online.

Good. Do me a favour?

Print out his pathology report, will you?

Well, for what it's worth, you backed the right horse.

There was mercury present in his system.

It's only half of what I estimated.

I gave him a loading dose, Frank.

I... I killed him.

Make sure you write up your notes before you leave, and be precise.

Sure.

Why the bloody hell didn't you come to me first?

I knew that you'd talk me out of it.

Bloody oath, I would've.

So I had to pull the mercury level out of thin air,

or just watch the guy die.

Well, let's hope the coroner sees it the same way.

I don't really care what the coroner says.

You may not, Jackie boy,

but I can promise you this won't be swept under the carpet.

Morning! Still here?

I have a letter for you.

Where'd you find this?

Under the mounds of crap on Frank's desk.

Sorry I was late. I was hoping we could spend some time at home.

Well, you are just gonna have to make it up to me later on.

I don't believe it. What?

Do you remember that Emergency Nursing Diploma course I applied for?

Yeah... I have been accepted.

Fantastic! Registration's today.

Good luck me finding a replacement.

These things go for six weeks! Six weeks?

And they're live-in. Live-in?!

I won't go. Six weeks is too long.

Besides, I have to be in Armidale by 4:00.

Pffft! You can make that!

Look, you really wanted to do the course. You should do the course.

What? Do you want me to go? No.

But I don't want you to miss out.

I probably lost my spot, anyway. I was supposed to confirm in writing.

I'm a powerful woman. I can make a couple of calls if you want.

Yeah, make some calls.

What about my shift? I'll do it.

Are you sure? Positive!

You're the best husband. I know.

I know. Please, you two. Get a room.

Alright. Well, then, I have to pack.

I'll be back in a couple of hours.

Mmm, go before I change my mind.

You're here early. What's with the civvies?

Oh, it's the bloody idiots in IT.

Oh, Amy wants a private word with you in your office.

Oh.

I'm so over this place - the people, everything.

Nothing's going right and I don't wanna know anymore.

Specifically?

You thought I did a good job with Paula?

Is she still here? Yes, and about to go for her scan.

Then you did a bloody good job.

Then why did Steve bite my head off? I don't know. Did he?

Yes, he did! Oh, alright.

What did he say exactly?

That I should've talked to him first.

Probably so he could take all the credit for my idea.

Then he tried to cover it up with some crap about teamwork!

Stop.

You went over his head? Well, yeah.

Well, no bloody wonder he went on about teamwork! I would've myself.

Out!

I can't believe I'm stuffing this up so badly.

This should be a piece of cake.

What should be? This!

Nursing.

(LAUGHS) Well, I've heard it described as a fair few things.

Never a piece of cake.

You know what I mean. No, I don't.

Maybe, instead of asking yourself whether you're a good nurse,

you should be asking yourself

whether you're entitled to be one at all?

I'm sorry.

You will not use my name to blast your way through this department.

Is that clear?

Perfectly.

How's Crystal?

She's fine. She's gonna be OK.

Good.

How did you get in here?

I can be very persuasive when I want something.