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Admin have told me the hospital's going to do

an internal investigation into Mr Carey's death.

I'd like to report a missing person. My wife.

Who is she? The Melbourne travel tags on your bag.

MIKE: Oh, yeah. I was, um, medical conference.

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYS)

(APPLAUSE)

Wow. It'd really take something to get that good, wouldn't it?

Mmm. You'd have to have had your heart broken.

Nakaza Mam re rad.

"No cure for love". Where did you learn Czech?

Prague. Oh, yeah?

Mm-hm. You never told me you went there.

Someone at a party said it was beautiful.

I went home, emptied out the bank account and bought a ticket.

Hmm! Just like that? Mm-hm.

Haven't you ever jumped on a plane

for no better reason than it was going somewhere you wanted to be?

Hey, I'm here, aren't I?

Yeah, but you came to see ME. It doesn't count.

You knew what to expect.

Well, I'm not so sure about that.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't have the kind of job that just lets me take time off.

So quit. You've got plenty of money.

You'd get another job in five seconds.

Are you thinking about it?

I'm thinking about you... and getting out of here.

Lets go.

(LAUGHS)

Tommy Cheung, 45-year-old male.

Found unconscious in a plastics factory.

GCS 8 on the scene. We had to intubate.

No sedation was required and his pupils are even but sluggish.

OK. Tommy, are you with us, mate? Tommy!

His boss had to drag him outside.

The whole place stank. I'm guessing chemical exposure.

OK, let's move it.

On my count. One, two, three.

When we got to him he was cyanosed.

Lips were bluish. Minimal respiratory effort.

We intubated him straightaway and his sats came up from 83% to 93%.

Any idea how long he was exposed for?

No.

Do you know what chemicals the factory uses?

You name it, they used it. His boss is putting a list together.

He's on his way in now.

Let's get him stable and up to ICU as soon as we can.

Yep. Amy. Can you get a mask on, please?

Careful not to break the ventilation circuit.

Anything he's inhaled could get us too.

Right.

Hi. Can I help you?

I'd like to see whoever's in charge. Yeah. Can I ask what it's about?

My husband died in here two weeks ago.

His name was Timothy Carey.

Yeah. Why don't you come on through and I'll find someone to talk to you?

Thank you.

(BUZZES)

Ah, Jack. Come on, let's get this over with.

You'll be fine.

Course he will. Morbidity and Mortality meetings are routine.

Even when they're requested by the coroner?

Yes, even then.

It's not the firing squad. It's just the hospital doing what it has to do.

We'll see. Hmm.

Now, I know you feel bad about what happened,

but this isn't a counselling session,

so just present your case notes, keep it short and simple

and we'll be out of there in half an hour.

Frank. Y... (SIGHS) Busy.

Do you know how long Frank's gonna be?

No idea. Can I help?

How do you feel about speaking to Timothy Carey's widow?

Timothy... Jack's mercury patient.

I didn't know there was a wife.

Well, me neither, but there is and she's here.

You didn't say anything, did you? Do I look stupid?

OK. I'll handle it, hopefully before Jack gets back.

What's her name? Janice. I've got her in Triage.

Be right here. OK.

Hey. Hey.

You still camping with Dan? Yep.

How's he doing?

He's not sleeping. He wanders around at night.

That's understandable.

He finally reported Erica missing.

OK. Thank you.

Mrs Carey, this is Doctor Beaumont.

Hello. I'm the 2IC here.

Were you in charge the night my husband died?

No, that was Dr Campion.

Then he's the one I need to speak to.

He's in a meeting at the moment. I can wait.

Um, he could be some time.

Then I'd like to see the doctor who treated my husband.

He's not on duty at the moment. How convenient.

Mrs Carey, I am here to answer any questions that I can for you.

The coroner's office said there was some kind of investigation

and it sounds like one of your doctors was responsible.

A routine internal review is underway.

I want to know what happened to Timothy. I need to know.

I'm very sorry, but there's very little anyone can say right now.

My husband came here for treatment and he died.

Why won't anybody tell me what happened?

What are you covering up? Nothing, I assure you.

Look, why don't I take your details and you'll be told the outcome?

Dan! Dan. Yep, I'm here.

Get a wheelchair. OK.

Sorry to keep you waiting, folks. This shouldn't take long.

I shouldn't think so, Duncan. How's the family?

Yeah, great, thanks, Frank. The youngest starts uni next year.

Ah, good for him. Yeah.

OK, well, we all know why we're here.

The coroner has requested this review into your deceased patient, Dr Quade.

A death due to, as the coroner says in his finding...

It says that Timothy Carey's death was due to

excessive and inappropriate administration of chelators.

There's a helluva lot more to it than that.

Yeah, I'm sure there is. Why don't you present the case notes?

The patient presented to the E.D. disoriented.

He told me that he had been self-medicating

for symptoms of depression with regular doses of mercury.

(SCOFFS) Bloody idiot.

Yeah, wouldn't argue with that. Mmm.

So what dosage over what period of time?

Well, he was barely coherent.

He couldn't or, rather, wouldn't tell me.

So you had a patient presenting with a very rare condition,

something we've all only read about.

Mmm. How did you proceed?

I know that I was out of my depth... Just answer the question.

..and I accept full responsibility for what happened.

Don't get the cart before the horse.

Just tell us what medical treatment you gave the man.

I took urine and blood samples for urgent testing.

Mm-hm?

Results are back.

His blood isn't clotting as fast as it should.

Got two units of platelets coming.

Something going on with his liver too.

Get a stat dose of vitamin K into him.

Yep. Pulmonary oedema.

Up his peep from 5 to 7.5 and give him 10 miligrams Lasix IV.

Uh-huh. How's his urine output?

Almost non-existent. OK.

Hopefully the diuretic will help with that as well.

Who'd work with chemicals that can do this to you?

Tommy, you with us, mate?

No sedation at all, he's still not responding. This is not good.

He's not even wearing any protective gear.

We don't know anything about the factory.

We know something wasn't done right. Look at the guy.

Can you chase up the Blood Bank for us, please, Amy?

Thank you.

Let's set up for a central line. Yep.

Yes, I'll hold.

(COUGHS)

If I hadn't found him on the factory floor he could be dead now.

Well, he's here now.

Oh, Amy, this is Darrel Hornby,

the owner of the plastics factory our Resus patient was working in.

And this is a list of all the chemicals they use.

(COUGHS) You use all these?

Not all of them all the time.

Ones on the top are the ones I reckon Tommy was using last night.

Righto. Would you get them to Resus?

OK.

How's Tommy doing? Is he gonna be alright?

He is in a critical condition.

Oh. How long were you in there with him?

Oh, just the time it took to try and wake him and then drag him out.

Right. Well, I think we should get you checked out by a doctor.

I'm fine. I need to get back to work.

Come on, come on. (COUGHS)

It's not gonna take long.

"Divinyl benzine and carbon tetrachloride."

Could explain the kidney and liver failure,

but so can most of the others.

So you still don't know what's causing the symptoms?

I wish I did.

All we can do is match the symptoms to the chemicals and go from there.

Priority now is making sure his kidney and liver don't get any worse.

But if you don't know, then how...?

Maybe it would help if Steve was kept up to date on the urine output.

Half-hourly arterial blood gases?

Thanks. And keep a close eye on his kidneys.

Still almost no urine output.

The diuretic doesn't seem to have done much.

We'll get a Vas-Cath into him. Have the dialysis machine handy.

Yep. His sats have dropped again.

Increase FiO2 to 60%.

As soon as I'm in, get the portable X-ray back in here.

Go on, off you go. Get onto Radiology.

Have you spoken to the Blood Bank yet?

Doing it now.

There is a chance she's accentuating her symptoms so she can stay here.

Can't blame her wanting to know what happened to her husband.

I don't, but we can't tell her anything. Admin would go ballistic.

She's lost her husband.

And before that her son. Dan, I know the history.

Well, she's not gonna stop asking questions.

(SIGHS) You should not be nursing her.

Do you see anyone else available?

Oh, she's not to know that you looked after her husband.

Have you got that? Don't worry.

Er, Charlotte, are you across what's happening in Resus?

Mmm. The factory owner's come in.

He may be showing signs of chemical exposure as well.

Alright. I'll be there in a second. Can you check out Mrs Carey?

If she's fine, get her out of here before Jack gets back.

Mrs Carey, this is Dr West. Bart.

Dan tells me that you fainted. How are you feeling now?

A little better.

Good.

Look, I understand that you're going through a difficult time.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Yes, you all keep saying that.

Ever fainted before? No.

Any history of cardiac disease, blood pressure problems?

I haven't seen a doctor in years.

I'm gonna examine you and do some neurological tests, if that's OK.

Did you look after my husband?

No. I didn't meet him.

I feel like I'm being kept a mile away from anyone who might've.

The patient's death was recorded at 1:43am.

Well, no-one would dispute

that you gave the appropriate treatment for mercury poisoning.

Well, the issue is the calculation for the required dosage.

Well, a calculation, it's easy to get wrong under pressure.

But I didn't make the calculation. I guessed.

He was forced to make an estimation.

There were extenuating circumstances, you see.

All this happened on the night

that the hospital computer system was changed over,

so the whole system was down.

Yeah. ICU was in chaos.

I mean, I can't imagine what it was like in the E.D.

It was bad.

Pathology was out too, so they couldn't process the test results.

In other words,

we had no information on which to base a calculation.

We could've sent Pathology to St Angela's for processing.

Your patient would have been dead by the time the results came back.

He did die, Frank. Read the coroner's report.

I administered almost double the dose necessary.

You did the very best a doctor could do under tough conditions.

This is a waste of time. We all know what happened.

I killed my patient, OK? I'm done. No, you're not. Sit down.

Were you on duty that night, Frank? Not officially.

But you were in the E.D.?

Yes, because of the computer changeover.

You assumed there could be trouble. And I was right.

It was bloody chaos. Mmm.

Did Dr Quade consult you about the chelation therapy?

Yes, he did, and I agreed with it. And you discussed dosage?

Well, with no pathology to back me up,

I was as much in the dark as he was.

So you didn't give him any instructions

regarding what dose to administer to the patient?

No. I made that call. Because he had to.

And if you had discussed specific dosage with Dr Quade,

what would you have advised?

This is ridiculous. He would have opted for a more cautious approach.

He would have administered a small amount and increased incrementally.

And knowing that, you still administered a dose

which turned out to be double the required amount?

Yes.

Dr Quade, with hindsight, given the same set of circumstances...

..what course of action would you take?

I don't know.

Your ECG seems normal, so it doesn't look like

it's your heart that's causing your fainting spell.

BP's up a little bit.

Well, that's understandable when you're a bit anxious.

To tell you the truth, I think you're in very good health.

It's most likely that your fainting spell

was caused by the stress that you're going through.

I'd be a lot less stressed if someone would tell me

what happened when my husband came in here.

I'm sorry but, as I said, I didn't treat your husband.

Even if I did, there's nothing we could tell you...

Hospital protocol. I know.

We can't discuss the case until the internal review's completed.

Dr Beaumont told you about that. You've got no idea what it's like.

My husband just vanished, gone for months, and now this.

I just need someone to help me fill in the gap,

tell me what happened, where he'd been.

There's nothing more we can tell you.

I really think that you should go home.

But I'm ill. You have to let me stay.

Of course, but I've investigated your symptoms very thoroughly.

I'm feeling dizzy again.

Mrs Carey? Come on, Janice.

Oh, let's organise some bloods. Mm-hm.

(COUGHS)

OK, I'll organise a chest X-ray and an ECG.

And we'll need to take some bloods. I was only in there a minute.

Well, your exposure to the chemical seems to be minor,

but we won't take any chances, OK?

Is Tommy gonna be alright?

It's a little early to say.

Is there any family I can contact for him?

He had a wife. They divorced a while back.

Pretty messy.

Well, she may still want to know.

I have no idea where she is.

All I know is she got the kids and he's still supporting them.

Works any overtime I can give him.

Is that what he was doing last night? Working overtime?

Yeah, I guess. I didn't know he was there.

Well, one of the other night-shift workers would have seen him.

We can't run after midnight.

The ventilators have to be turned off after that,

or we'd be shut down by council.

Were the ventilators on when you found him?

No, the whole place was shut up.

He'd know how dangerous that is!

I go on and on about Health and Safety!

Everyone knows that.

I had no idea he was so desperate.

He should've come to me. I would've helped him!

(COUGHS) Not worth killing yourself over a few extra bucks.

Would you go easy on yourself?

Thanks to you, he got out alive.

I'm sorry you've had such a long wait.

Oh, it's my own fault.

That stepladder's older than me.

We both should've been thrown on the scrap heap years ago.

Well, maybe next time you should get your son to change the light bulb.

If I waited for him to come and visit,

I'd be sitting in the dark until Christmas.

How'd you go? Don't ask.

The operation won't take long.

When you wake up you'll be in the Orthopaedic ward.

Oh, thank you, dear.

Nice to see you, Mrs Garner. 'Bye. 'Bye.

What happened? He shot himself in the foot.

No, the head. That good?

Yep.

He wants to kill off his career because of misplaced guilt,

so now everything is up to Duncan Campbell.

Well, I'm really gonna make your day.

Timothy Carey's widow's here. What?

She wants to know what happened.

Why the bloody hell didn't you get rid of her?

Because she fainted and earnt herself a bed in Subacute.

Christ, I leave you in charge for five minutes...

I'm handling it. I just thought you should know.

Make sure Quade doesn't know. I won't tell him if you don't.

Why do people send me this crap?!

Yeah, your blood pressure's still a little bit high.

You probably think I'm putting all this on

to make a nuisance of myself.

Nobody thinks that.

But I hope you're not waiting around

for information that we don't have at the moment.

Of course I'm waiting, whether it's here or at home.

What else can I do?

Well...

..you could try and move forward.

I knew he was missing our son. I knew he wasn't coping.

But I was barely managing myself.

One day he went for a walk and he didn't come back.

Did you go to the police? Of course.

They just filed him away as another missing person.

There was no word until they told me he'd died in here.

I don't know where he was living. I don't know how he survived.

I don't know how he died.

I've got the results of your blood test.

So far we've found nothing that could cause your fainting spells.

To be honest... Um, excuse me.

I have to be honest, I don't think there's anything wrong with you,

apart from the stress, which is completely understandable.

I can prescribe something that might help.

I don't need tranquillisers.

OK.

But are you getting any type of counselling?

I want to see someone else, someone with more experience.

I've been very thorough.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to suggest you don't know what you're doing.

But I can have a second opinion, can't I?

If that's what you want, I'll see if someone's available.

Might be a bit of a wait.

I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, good.

Now how are you feeling?

Breathing's a bit easier.

Good.

I know it's hard, but try and relax.

How can I relax, with the state Tommy's in?

Well, I brought you in some paperwork

so you can start putting it through to WorkCover.

This could be the end of the company.

How long have you been running it?

Since Dad died.

Almost 30 years.

I've always done the right thing by the blokes on the factory floor,

no matter what hard knocks we've taken.

Tommy should've come to me before doing something this stupid.

You pay him. You'd know when he was working.

I don't do the payroll.

The hours he works, they'd be on record.

I don't know what hours people work.

I don't check that. I've got enough to do.

I'm in there before dawn every day,

organising transport, chasing up accounts.

If you were in there that early and he worked all night,

would you have seen him?

No, no, no. The office block's on the other side of the factory.

I wouldn't know if the whole workforce was in there.

You got time for a consult? Yeah, what?

Resus patient. His name's Tommy.

Found unconscious in a plastics factory. Major chemical exposure.

What sort? A whole ton of them, mate.

We're trying to match symptoms to specific chemicals.

You'll be here till the cows come home. What are his symptoms?

Pulmonary oedema, liver and kidney failure,

minimal urine output, minimal respiratory effort.

My gut feeling is it's just one chemical driving the whole thing.

What's hazmat got to say? They told Von it could take a while.

Put a bloody rocket up 'em! We don't have a while.

Latest arterial blood gases. Potassium's up to 6.2.

Oh. Maybe it's carbon monoxide poisoning.

Faulty generator or machine or lousy ventilation.

(MACHINE BEEPS) He's in VF!

Get a move on, you two!

Come on, mate. Charging to 360.

Adrenaline and atropine mini-jets, Amy.

Coming.

Come on!

(MACHINE BEEPS) Here, give it to me.

You take over the bagging. Charged. Clear! Clear!

No change! Charging again.

Adrenaline in. Charged.

Clear.

Still no change. Charging again. 360.

Atropine in. Charged.

Clear!

Come on, Tommy!

He's back. Normal sinus rhythm. Yes!

Do another arterial blood gas and tell ICU to prep for dialysis.

We still don't know what's driving this. What about the ambos?

They say anything about where they found this bloke in the factory?

Nothing much. Just that the place stank of chemicals.

Find them. Any observations, anything at all.

Smells, chemical barrels...

We need answers while this guy's still alive.

So you were there. You saw the place.

Now, could you tell

if someone was working in the factory from the office?

Yeah, sure. The offices overlook the factory floor.

And Darrel was with Tommy when you arrived?

Yep. STEVE: Hey, Heath, you got a second?

Yeah, what's up?

I need some more information on that plastics factory.

Don't you two work in the same department?

What? I was after the same thing.

Right, OK. Did you see any chemical drums there?

We didn't go inside, but they were stacked all over the place.

Anything that you recognised?

Didn't take time to take in the view.

You said the place stank.

What did it smell like? Farts.

I'm not joking, man! That's what it smelt like.

Like the entire population had been farting for a fortnight.

That's your best description? I have not smelt anything so bad.

OK. Thanks, mate.

Yeah, thank you, Heath.

You're welcome.

Bart!

You're always up for a bit of research.

What chemical smells like farts?

Well, it's probably something from the methane family.

OK, see if you can nail down a specific one

used in the plastics industry.

I'm onto it. Good man. Thank you.

Do you think the exposure's been accumulating

over more than one night?

Looks like it, which meant last night

wasn't Tommy's first shift without the ventilation working.

Yeah, but just a minute.

The boss said he's in there at 5:00 most mornings.

OK, according to Heath,

from the office he WOULD know someone was working.

So he's been allowing it. I reckon.

Why the hell would someone do that?

Hey.

Hey.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Don't look it.

Hey, how'd it go with Admin? Oh, pfft. Nothing.

Routine.

Have you been back to the E.D.? Yep. Briefly.

Just thought I'd come out and get some fresh air.

Yeah, me too.

His wife's in there.

Whose wife? Timothy Carey's.

What?

She came in wanting to know what happened to him,

then she fainted, and now she's a patient.

He didn't mention that he had a wife, did he?

Apparently he just disappeared a few months ago.

She had no idea where he went. He just vanished.

You're not looking after her, are you?

Yeah.

It's alright.

If anything, it's given me some kind of hope.

She didn't know where Timothy was but he was out there and he was OK.

He just didn't wanna be found.

That's all.

Right.

I don't know why Erica's done this

but that's what's happened.

That's it.

About the wife, her name's Janice.

We're not supposed to let her know who treated her husband

or say anything about what happened.

OK? OK.

Gotcha.

You've gotta be joking. Mrs Garner?

Are you back with us? They didn't... have a bed for me.

I am sure they'll have one soon.

In the meantime, we'll take care of you. This way. Subacute 3, please.

Amy, can you please help settle Mrs Garner into a cubicle?

Can someone else do it?

It'll only take a minute and I don't have anybody else.

She can't use a PCA so you'll need to set up an infusion

of 50mg morphine in 50ml to be commenced at 2ml per hour.

OK.

Don't worry, Mrs Garner. We'll take care of you.

I'll be right back.

Where's Timothy Carey's widow? Who told you she was here?

I just wanna see her. No.

You need to stay away from her and that comes straight from Frank.

I'm sure she just wants to know what happened.

Listen to me, Jack.

If you wanna work, make yourself useful in Triage or go home.

You go nowhere near her. Understood?

Mm-hm.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Penny for your thoughts.

I was thinking about what you were saying last night.

About travel. Being free to do whatever you want.

You don't think you are?

I guess not. I seem to spend all my time at work.

Hmm. Nobody ever died wishing they'd spent more time at the office.

I like what I do. Hey, don't get me wrong.

I think what you do is amazing. You save people's lives.

But I also think you might be hiding behind that surgical mask.

Face it, Mike. You're not a big fan of taking risks.

I take risks all the time.

Professionally, maybe. Personally, I don't think so.

But that's OK. Each to their own. Oh, I better go.

Where are you going? Work.

Will I see you at the Club tonight? Yes.

Between now and then, you should think of something to surprise me.

Yeah? Like what?

Hmm. Take a risk. It lets you know you're alive.

Alright, we'll get you something for that pain now.

It's a bit sore. You'll feel more comfortable soon.

You right with that infusion, Amy? I'll be fine.

50ml at 2ml per hour? Yep. Got it.

Mrs Carey? I'm Jack Quade.

I'm the doctor who treated your husband the night he died.

Do you wanna know what happened? Jack.

Yes, I want to know. I'm terribly sorry, Janice.

Dr Quade shouldn't be in here. Let him speak!

Your husband came in suffering the effects of mercury poisoning.

His treatment required a crucial calculation,

one which I had to guess.

'Guess'?

An estimation, based on what we knew, which wasn't very much.

You were there? Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me? OK, we need to hold this here.

You made a mistake?

I was under a lot of pressure. This isn't helping, Jack.

You killed him. That's what happened, isn't it?

You killed my husband. Alright, both of you out.

I will handle this. I'm terribly sorry, Janice.

It was a very unusual case. We hadn't come across it before.

Dan. You were covering all this up!

I'm so sorry.

You killed my husband!

Asked you to do one thing. Keep him out of there.

Think you could handle it? No.

Short of putting a leash on the guy, what was I supposed to do?

I'll take it from here.

Mrs Carey, I'm Frank Campion. I'm in charge here.

Oh, at last.

Yes, I'm sorry for the way things have been handled today.

I've had nothing but lies and deceit since I walked in the door.

I know it's very difficult.

One of your doctors killed my husband

and the rest of you have been lying about it.

Oh, well, no, I don't think that's the case.

Well, then, why is everyone covering it up?

The hospital needs to investigate

what happened on the night that your husband died

and it will be a thorough investigation, believe me.

Why should I? Because the buck stops with me.

I'm responsible for everything that happens here.

That doctor told me that he made a mistake.

When your husband came to us, he was very, very ill

and we did everything we possibly could to save him.

Everything.

For what it's worth, Dr Quade is taking this very hard.

That's why he wanted to come in here and talk to you about what happened.

Did he kill Timothy?

No, I don't believe so.

He just couldn't save him.

Have you spoken to the wife?

Yeah, she seems to be settling down a little.

Do you have any idea why I didn't want you talking with her?

She had a right to know, Frank.

Do you feel you deserve some punishment for what happened?

Is that what this is all about? Don't patronise me.

I'm not. It's a simple question.

Come on, Jack. You've lost patients before.

You've never reacted like this.

This one died because of a stupid decision I made.

It's not as if his chances of survival were very good.

Do you want some counselling? Would that help?

Not really my thing, is it?

Everybody's confidence takes a hit from time to time.

You can't let it get on top of you.

Yeah, well, this is a hard one to chalk up to experience.

Agreed.

But standing around out here

feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to help.

And as for falling on your sword in front of Admin, did that help?

Thank you, Frank. I feel much better now.

Whether or not you're culpable in this man's death

will be decided by your peers, Jack.

(SIGHS)

He's tachycardic and his BP's still dropping.

Respiratory acidosis is getting worse too.

Get 50 millimoles sodium bicarb into him.

Yep. And no sign of him rousing at all.

He's probably the only one who can tell us what really happened.

It's called methanethiol.

Used in plastics manufacture. Smells like rotten cabbage.

All symptoms match.

It's on the list of chemicals the factory uses.

I printed out some case histories. OK, so what have we got?

Can be treated with methylene blue, but, er...

..in every case I researched, exposure this high has been fatal.

How's Tommy? Is he OK?

No. I'm sorry. The news isn't good.

What do you mean?

Well, it's highly unlikely he will regain consciousness.

What, h-h-he's gonna die?

Mmm.

You're gonna have to be honest

about how Tommy was exposed to those chemicals.

I don't know how it happened.

Working long shifts without ventilation.

I-I-I didn't know he was in there. Yes, you did.

The truth will come out sooner or later.

Company was going down the tubes.

What was I supposed to do? Lay everyone off?

What, that was your only option?

Tommy needed the money. We were doing each other a favour.

That favour probably cost him his life.

I'm so sorry. No, no. You don't need to apologise.

I've taken up so much of everyone's time.

It's OK. Please.

Um, is it OK if we...

Dr Campion explained. He said you did your best.

You've had to deal with so much on your own already

and I don't want to add to that by leaving you with questions

about what happened to your husband while he was here.

Did he mention me at all?

It makes sense. He shut me out.

I was the only one

who knew about the fight they had on the night of the accident.

Bobby storming out of the house,

his father yelling at him as he drove away.

That was the last time we saw our son alive.

He spoke about the loss.

Seemed to blame himself.

I blamed him for what happened too.

I've never said that before but I did and he knew it.

You're a lot like my son.

He was tall and good-looking too.

The world at his feet.

Your husband mentioned that I look like Bobby too.

(SOBS)

I lost them both.

First my boy and then my husband.

Just... gone.

Thank you.

I mean, I don't know what's going on for you.

And if it's my fault, I'm so sorry.

Just don't hide from me.

Just call me, please, Ricky.

Just call me.

OK?

I love you.

Ah. Ah, I just spoke to her again.

Von is organising some grief counselling for her.

Right. So you feel you've helped her resolve what happened in here?

I think so.

Well, that's a start, that's a start.

Now, I've got some news for you, if you're interested.

You have been exonerated, Jack, old mate. (CHUCKLES)

The Board deems that although your action was in error,

it was mitigated by extenuating circumstances,

so no negligence on your part.

No disciplinary action to be taken.

You are off the hook.

Great.

Hello. Are you with us?

You OK?

Bloody hell!

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Get some Narcan in here.

Don't just stand there. She's overdosed.

Narcan. Two milligrams in five mils. Hurry!

What's going on?

Who let this happen? What?

That morphine infusion is set at 20 mils.

Should have been 2 mils. Amy, did you do this?

Come on. Come on.

You right? Hey.

You OK?

Ah, back with us again.

Did I nod off?

Something like that.

My office. Now.

I told Charlotte I was busy but that didn't matter.

So I rushed it to try and get back to my other patient.

We all get overworked here

but you have to do one thing at a time and do it carefully.

I know. I know.

Alright, alright. You made a mistake.

Luckily it was one that was noticed and dealt with.

It just proves what everyone thinks, that I'm useless.

Oh! Nobody thinks that.

The other nurses, they can take bloods, reset an IV

and hold the patient's hand all at the same time

and I can't get one medication dosage right.

But you will.

And when you've juggled all those things as many times as they have,

it'll be like second nature.

Do you remember when you bought me that toy medical bag?

(CHUCKLES) God, you were about five.

You started calling me Dr Fielding

and telling me that when I grew up I could be a physician just like you.

Yes, well, I also said you could go to Africa and hunt lions

after a day at the zoo.

But I knew that was a joke.

The doctor thing, you meant that.

Except I wasn't smart enough to get into medicine.

I had to settle for nursing instead.

Hey. Nursing isn't something you settle for.

I know that.

God, I have so much respect for the job, now more than ever.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Which is why I'm resigning.

Oh, no, no. I'm not letting you walk away just because of one mistake.

It's not just one.

I screw up all the time.

Oh, A...

I'm sorry, Uncle Frank. I know I've let you down.

But I can't do this anymore.

Amy, just hang on. I'm sorry, Uncle Frank. I tried.

Amy, come back.

A...

(SIGHS)

DARREL: Isn't there anything you can do for him?

They're taking him up to Intensive Care

where they'll try and keep him alive until his wife and children get here.

Well, do you think I should stay? You know, talk to them?

Well, what would you say?

Would you sign here, please?

Good. Clean bill of health. You can go home now.

I never thought this would happen. Thought he knew what he was doing.

Would you have done it?

Would you have worked on that factory floor without ventilation?

No.

What a total bloody balls-up.

Mrs Garner is fine.

I don't think she realises how lucky she is but she's fine.

No, I'm talking about Amy. Now she wants to give up nursing altogether.

That's a little dramatic. Yeah.

So, um, have a word with her, will you?

Let her know she's a valued member of the team

and give her some reassurance.

Maybe you'll be more convincing than me

because she thinks that I am biased.

Well, she could be right.

Meaning?

I'm happy to talk to her about nursing as a career, I really am,

but my advice to her will be

that the Emergency Department is no place for anyone to start.

Oh, rubbish.

Coming here straight out of college was never gonna work.

Now who's biased? I have been very supportive.

This because she's my niece. No.

When she started here, she didn't want the family connection known.

She knew something like this would happen.

She's out and proud about it when it suits her.

So you think that's the only reason she was hired?

It was the reason she was hired.

I'd never have signed on a nurse with zero experience.

That's it, isn't it? You hate it when I pull rank on you with the nurses.

I hate it because you have no rank. I am the one in charge.

Then start acting like it. We need good nurses. Amy's a good nurse.

Being a NUM is not just about rosters.

You've got to nurture your staff.

I'm sorry. Have I gone completely insane?

Are you giving me pointers about nurturing?

Without the slightest bit of help from you, Amy never had a chance.

Well, with her running off to Uncle Frank every time she made a boo-boo

how was I supposed to help her?

Well, now's your chance.

So you sort it out.

(MUSICIANS TUNE UP)

Oh, thanks, darl.

Good evening.

A friend of mine told me I should start taking a few risks.

So here goes.

(SINGS) ♪ Well, it's coloured by the blues

♪ And you can't see your way through

♪ And you're lying awake at night

♪ No matter how hard you try

♪ Can't even begin to cry

♪ And there's no-one to hold you tight

♪ Come on, baby, close your eyes

♪ Feel the blessing coming in

♪ In disguise

♪ You know your life is always coloured by the blues

♪ You look back on the day

♪ Seem to have it going your way

♪ Had it under control for a while

♪ I know it's hard to believe

♪ The pain is tugging your sleeve

♪ And there's heartache behind your smile. ♪