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AMY: I'm resigning. I can't do this anymore.

We need good nurses. Amy's a good nurse. You sort it out.

We all know what happened. I killed my patient.

The board deems that you are off the hook.

Great.

DAN: Just call me. Please, Ricky, just call me.

Good morning. Just the usual today? Er, thanks.

You know you should give these up. These things will kill you.

And put you out of business? Wouldn't dream of it.

Oh, your son's growing up fast.

His mum says he's a troublemaker.

Hey, teachers used to say I was a little devil

and look at how I turned out.

See you tomorrow, mate.

Stay where you are! I said, "Don't move"!

Nobody's moving. Give me all the money in the till.

Hurry up! Don't make me angry. I'll shoot ya.

Mate, calm down. I am bloody calm!

There's no need to shoot anybody. I'm getting the money.

Hurry the hell up.

The coins too. Quick!

Give it to me!

What have we got? Armed hold-up. Two down.

Sean Bishop and Rohan Singh. He looks pretty serious.

WOMAN: Here. Rohan? Can you hear me, Rohan?

Come on, Rohan. Stay with us.

Suzi, can you call for backup?

498 to base, second transport for an armed robbery,

corner of Cooks Road and Hickson.

Sean, my name's Heath. Rohan's gonna be OK, right?

He's being looked after. He just shot him. He didn't have to.

OK, mate, now, what I want you to do is just breathe into this.

That's it. Good man.

See? I told you hospital was a fun place.

Had to get him in here somehow. Go faster! Faster!

Reece, is that how you ask for things?

Go faster, please.

Well, I suppose we could go a little bit faster.

Anything on Erica? No.

Rohan Singh. 39-year-old male. Two shots fired at close range.

Obvious wounds to the chest and abdomen.

Jesus, this guy's a mess.

Any sign of consciousness? No.

He's hypotensive, tachycardic, but he's maintaining his own airway.

His pupils are equal, reacting to light, but they're sluggish.

What about blood loss? Hard to say. His BP's 90/50.

Second bag of Hartmann's running in progress now.

Alright.

Pressure pads applied but we haven't been able to stem the bleeding.

Hey, are you able to...? No. Sorry.

Where are you going? I gotta look after Triage.

Come back here. Let him go, Frank.

That's all we bloody well need.

MIKE: One, two, three.

He's got a chest full of blood. And a sucking chest wound.

Replace the trauma pads with vas gauze. Tape it on three sides.

Do we know what happened?

Armed robbery gone wrong. Unbelievable.

Sats are still low.

Tension haemopneumothorax.

Gonna need to relieve the pressure before we do anything else.

I got that. We'll need the portable X-ray.

Yeah. And set up for a chest drain.

OK. Yeah.

I'm in.

Alright. Here we go.

I'm just gonna pop the brake on...

..and get you up on the bed.

My leg hurts. Oh, I know, bub.

The doctor's gonna make you all better.

That's why we're here, remember?

Reece, can you show Dr West

how you hop up on the bed all by yourself?

Whoa, easy!

Alright, Reece, you get comfortable. I'll be back in a second.

Thanks. Don't touch.

Yeah, well, it is the second time that we've paged for it.

We need that chest X-ray now.

Any nurses around? I could really use a hand.

We're not called the Emergency Department for nothing.

Er, yes, I'll hold.

I've got a light day.

Really?

No, I just said that to taunt you. Show me the way, will you, please.

Thank you. You're a lifesaver. Mmm.

On it's way. Thank you very much. Finally.

Sean Bishop. 31-year-old. Suffering blunt-force trauma to the head.

No reported LOC but blurred vision and nausea.

OK, just shocked, by the looks of it.

I pissed myself.

That's OK. We'll get you into a gown in a minute.

Pupils equal and reactive but we'll need a head CT

and 10 milligrams metoclopramide for the nausea.

Oh, that's a nasty cut you've got there.

Yeah. You'll need to set up stitches too.

I just went in there to buy cigarettes.

I go in there all the time. Everything was normal, but then...

It's OK. You don't need to go over it, alright?

I can't stop. Why'd it have to happen? Why?

Well, maybe there's no point in asking why.

Rohan didn't deserve it. He wouldn't have hurt anyone.

Dan's right, mate. You just need to relax.

Leave you guys to it then. Thanks.

(SIGHS)

Reece has an acquired brain injury. It happened when he was four.

How old are you now, Reece?

25. 25.

Oh, dear. Doesn't this look nasty?

I might clean it up, huh? So it stops itching.

How long has it been like that? Oh, about a week.

He had a mozzie bite. He just kept at it.

Mum?

I tried calamine and all the usual stuff, but...

..he just kept at it till it got infected.

Mum? What is it, Reece?

I wanna go to the park.

I told you. After we're finished here.

I wanna go to the park now!

Hey! You want your leg to get better, right,

so you can run around the park without it hurting?

Well, you're gonna have to show me what a very good patient you can be.

Sorry, you were saying? GP prescribed antibiotics?

Yes. But Reece wouldn't swallow the tablets.

I tried everything. Hiding them in his food, but nothing works.

That's OK. We can give them to him intravenously.

Any nausea or vomiting? No.

Any allergies? No.

Is he on any other medication?

No.

OK, well, we'll take some blood, give him the antibiotics

and do a wound swab.

No problem. Mum, I wanna go to the park.

Reece, you be a good boy or there won't be any park.

I'll map the area, distract him from the needle.

Thanks.

You know, it kinda feels wrong to treat him like a child.

Mate, intellectually, he is a child.

Reece, I have an important job for you.

Now, sit up.

Do you think you could help me draw a line around this red bit?

Yeah. Oh.

Careful.

Chest drain is in. We need that X-ray.

Yeah. It's coming.

Is that the third bag of O neg? Uh-huh.

Alright, he's still not clotting. We're gonna need type specific.

I'll go up Pathology.

At least the lung's re-inflating. There's no air leak.

Alright. At least that's something.

Has anybody gotten onto his next of kin?

Not yet. Now might be a good time to ask.

Sats aren't improving. Set up to intubate.

Yeah, he's got a family. A wife and two kids in India.

He's been working out here for a few years, sending back money.

Have you managed to track them down? No. Still trying.

But it could take a few days. He might not have a few days.

He might not have a few hours. We're doing our best.

I take it it's not looking good? We're not giving up just yet.

Hey, is it OK if I speak to him now?

Er, yeah. Go easy. He's still pretty traumatised, OK?

I don't remember. He might have been my height or a bit shorter.

He was skinny.

What about clothing? Was he wearing anything distinctive?

I don't know. I can't remember. Sorry.

I'm not being much help. No, it's alright, mate.

You went through a hard time. Anyone would be a bit shaky.

What about when he spoke? Did he have an accent?

Bloods are back. Can you remember anything he said?

Sean, you OK?

I think he was on drugs or something. OK.

So, just to check I've got it right,

the offender came in, he demanded the money,

Rohan handed it over and then the guy shot him and left?

Yeah. How did you get your head injury?

I don't remember.

Maybe you tried to stop him? I told you! I don't remember.

Did the offender make any personal threats to Rohan?

What do you mean?

Like it might have been a personal grudge.

No it wasn't! The guy was just crazy, OK? He was crazy!

Like I said, go easy, OK? OK.

You don't have to keep going if you don't want to.

You know, you're very lucky the guy didn't shoot you as well.

This is crap, you know that?!

Sean, I'm just trying to establish what happened.

What happened was a guy was shot going about his business.

So why don't you stop hassling me and go find the bastard who did it?

Think I'm gonna be sick. Alright.

OK, that's it. Question time's over.

There are still a few questions. Out, mate. Now.

(VOMITS)

Sean...? Sean?

You with us?

Sean?

The guy is our only witness.

The longer we leave it, the less detail he'll remember.

He's not remembering much, anyway, mate.

Have we ruled out head injury? Still waiting on a CT.

Well, with his outbursts and his loss of memory,

head injury is a distinct possibility.

I'm just trying to do my job.

I'm just trying to do the best thing by my patient.

Get the CT and we'll proceed from there.

No need to hang around. We'll call when he's ready to talk.

OK, you've got my number. Thanks, Frank.

And get a psych consult, will you? Our Resus patient, his bloods are in.

He's O negative. Oh, great.

How many bags we got in stock? Two.

Well, get onto the Blood Bank... See if they can courier some over.

In the meantime, let's start him on platelets and FFP.

Why is my patient liaison working as a nurse again?

Because we are still two nurses down.

Well, hire some more bloody staff. Von's got her own job to do.

We wouldn't be in this situation if your niece hadn't quit.

I need six units of O neg, please.

Our staff shortage is not just because of Amy.

Thank you very much. As soon as possible would be great.

I know that, but I can't replace Erica until...

..until I know whether or not she's coming back, so...

Well, you gotta do something. Yeah, I know.

You've gotta do something. You've been such a grump since Amy left.

Oh, shut up. It's none of your business.

Call her.

Can you see what it says? "I was very brave at the doctor's today."

What's that?

Don't you know? It feels funny.

Course it does. It's a robot arm.

But if you don't want it, I can take it off.

Hey, a robot arm. That's cool. Can I have one too?

You're too old.

Oh. Oh, too old for a robot arm?

Jeez, Reece. I cook, I clean, I look after you.

I practically am a robot. (LAUGHS) You're silly.

(LAUGHS) Thanks a lot.

Bart!

Oh. Are you OK?

I'm fine. Come on, sit down for me.

Silly Mummy must have forgotten to eat this morning.

Silly.

Does that happen often? You forget to eat?

Oh, you know, as often as any other mum.

Hard work, isn't it?

Well, you deal with what you're given.

Reece, hand out of pants.

Do you get help? This is the team. Me and Reece.

Reece! Hands off your willie.

I need to do wees. Where is it?

I'll take him. Really?

Reece, what do we do after we go to the toilet?

Wash hands! Good boy.

And no peeing on the seat. We'll be fine.

There you go. Jeez, you're a big boy.

I'm gonna get you something to eat.

Do you mind if I ask how Reece got his injury?

A truck slammed into them.

My husband was driving. He was killed instantly.

I'm sorry.

You would have been very young then.

25. Ah.

Same age Reece is now.

And there's no family around? No-one who can help you out?

Well, do you go to any support groups?

Oh, we used to. Reece kept doing inappropriate things.

You know, he'd touch himself.

Grab my boobs. Then throw a tantrum, you know?

Now, what about you? Do you manage to get out sometimes?

Out? Yeah, well, in the world.

Who'd wipe Reece's bum? Get his lunch?

Change his sheets when he wets them at night?

One day I'll be dead and he'll still be a four-year-old.

What happens then?

This is the last bag of O neg until the courier gets here.

Chest drain's in the correct position. C spine is clear.

Want me to take the hard collar off? No, no. Leave it on for now.

Let's roll and check for exit wounds.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

Are you OK to do this? Er, yes. I'm OK.

On my three. One, two, three.

Oh, there's an exit wound just above the left scapula.

Bullet could have hit the brachial nerve.

Alright, what about the abdomen?

No. No exit wound.

Second bullet's still in there.

Well, that'll explain why we can't control the bleeding.

This guy's not winning a trick, is he?

(SIGHS) Er...

Damn, I can't see it. Let's get him to theatre.

Let's do a CT so we know what we've got.

A CT's not gonna stop the bleeding.

It could've nicked the liver, the bowel.

Digging around for the bullet isn't gonna help.

It's better than wasting our time

parked in the queue outside Radiology.

We don't have the blood, Mike.

If he haemorrhages on the operating table, he's gone.

At least a CT will show us exactly where that damage is.

What if he bleeds out on the way there?

Well, he's not exactly stable.

Then we deal with that at the time.

Call Radiology. Tell them we're on our way.

And remember, let's just try and avoid...

I know. The bumps.

What about short-term care?

Well, we used it a bit when Reece was younger.

Just seems there's a lot less around for people his age.

Group houses won't take him because he needs all the extra care.

Children's houses can't take him because he's physically an adult.

Anyway, he'd scare the other kids.

Well, there is a nursing home.

I know it's not ideal, but some do accommodate younger residents.

We've been on the waiting list for that for years.

Right. Well, let me make a few calls.

I'm sure I can find something.

If you think you can pull a rabbit out of a hat...

(SCOFFS) Why tell Radiology we're coming if they still make us wait?

Tell them it was urgent?

No, I told them we were bored and we felt like pissing them off.

Sorry. I shouldn't be taking it out on you.

(SIGHS)

He doesn't deserve this. He was just doing his job.

Trying to support his family.

Even with the scan, he still might not make it.

I know, but it doesn't mean we should give up.

No, I'm not giving up. Good. Neither am I.

But if he keeps deteriorating like this, we mightn't have a choice.

Sorry to hold you up. No sweat.

Is that Rohan? What's happening to him?

It's OK. They're just taking him for some scans.

There you go.

You can leave your jacket on if you're a bit cold.

(SIGHS)

Did you know Rohan well? Not really. He ran the local shop.

You know how it is. Yeah.

I heard the police say that he had family.

Yeah. He had a new photo of one of his kids, his son.

Good news. Your head CT came back clear.

What does that mean?

There's no skull fractures or bleeding on the brain.

You're a very lucky man.

(SCOFFS) But I still can't remember what happened.

If my head's OK, why can't I remember?

It's your brain's way of dealing with things.

Give it some time. Your memories will start to come back.

Just keep an eye on him until the psych consult gets here.

Yep.

You remember seeing the photo of Rohan's son.

(GUNSHOTS)

Oh, I feel like I'm going crazy.

I can remember his son's exact expression,

but I can't remember anything about a guy who held a gun to my head?

You heard what the doctor said.

It's a way of coping with traumatic events.

I work in a bank, for God's sake.

I've been trained to handle hold-ups, what to look out for.

Well, maybe it would be an idea if you talked it through with someone.

No shrinks. Please.

What about family or friends? Is there anyone I can call?

I just wanna be left alone.

Er...

Could you draw the curtains when you go?

Sure. OK.

Everything OK? Yep.

Yeah, the poor guy just needs a break.

Armed robbery, right? Yeah, he was a customer in a store.

Then he got a head injury and now he can't remember what happened.

Guy probably got away with, what, a few hundred bucks?

Yeah.

What if something like that happened to Ric?

What if she was caught in a hold-up,

just hit her head and lost her memory?

I don't know.

It's a thought.

Is he your friend?

Dan? Yeah. Dan is my friend.

I wish I had a friend.

You wanna wrestle?

Come on, Reece, you need your rest.

Wrestle, please? Mum, she lets me watch it on the TV.

Don't you need an afternoon nap or sleep or something?

That's for babies. Yeah, of course it is.

Wrestle, wrestle!

Reece! Reece, stop it! Mum.

Cool. Just in time.

You feeling better?

My leg hurts.

Oh, I know it does, you poor sausage.

I'm not a sausage.

(LAUGHS)

Just gently.

What happened?

His shoulder started haemorrhaging on the way back.

Bullet must have nicked an artery.

Probably ruptured when we moved him. Here, give me that.

What else did the scan show? The other bullet's in his liver.

Need to get him on the table now before he bleeds out.

He's not stable enough for the table. Why not?

His blood's still not clotting. He must be developing a DIC.

Where the bloody hell's that O neg we ordered?

Well, it should be here. Hang on.

Did you give him cryoprecipitate? Yes, Frank.

Yes, hi. It's Gabrielle Jaeger here in the All Saints E.D.

Yes, THAT O neg.

On its way. Well, good. Thank you. Mike, the abdomen.

Yep, I got it.

Let's just get him straight to theatre.

Not like this. What do you suggest we do?

How long till the blood gets here?

10, 15 minutes, tops. Charlotte!

If you operate, he'll die on the first incision.

That's a risk I'd take than him die in Resus.

Take it outside. Frank!

I'm not having a debate over the patient. Take it outside.

I've got it.

What's the point of rushing him to surgery if he's not even stable?

We can't wait any longer. Oh, Mike.

There's nothing to do that you're not already doing.

At least wait until the bloods arrive.

Fine. What do we do in the meantime? Have a coffee?

Don't be facetious. He is bleeding into his gut.

His BP is dropping and his brain is being starved of oxygen.

Mike, his family need him.

Yeah? In a vegetative state?

That's not your call to make. Oh, fine.

If you've got a suggestion as to how we can stabilise him, lay it on me.

No? Then it is my call.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Let's get him prepped for transfer.

Frank... You heard. Prep him for transfer.

OK. I'll get that.

Glad you two sorted things out.

Hey? What?

Why don't we just re-use his own blood?

What did you say?

Well, there's almost two litres here.

She's right. We could filter it and transfuse it back into him.

Could give us a chance to stabilise him.

Maybe even long enough for the O neg to get here.

OK, let's give it a shot. OK.

Good thinking, Gabby.

Do it again. Again, Mum! Oh, Reece.

(SIGHS) Alright.

Last time though, OK?

Um, this little toe was big and strong.

And this little toe was tall and long.

And this little toe was stuck in the middle.

And this little toe was fit as a fiddle...

How is he? He's tiring.

But he's sweet. He's a good kid.

I mean, full-grown man.

You speak to the mum?

Yeah. I'm trying to get her some help.

Any luck? No, not yet.

It's ridiculous. Well, I know that.

I keep telling them she's at breaking point

but there's nothing they can do because he isn't a priority.

How can he not be a priority?

Because there are too many others out there with no-one.

This little toe was stuck in the middle...

Mum!

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, what was I up to? That one.

Right. Well, I'm gonna keep calling.

But if there's any way he could stay in tonight,

it'd help.

The leg's not that bad. It could be dealt with at home.

I meant for Gail.

I'll write up the papers, see if I can get him a bed in a ward.

So, I suggest you keep the cat food separate.

That way you won't get confused, OK?

See you later, Mrs McCarthy.

Could you swipe me in? Don't have my pass anymore.

Are you in the doghouse? No more than usual.

Then why are you out here?

Triage is a very important part of the E.D.

This isn't about mercury man, is it? What are you doing here?

Gabrielle rang and said I had to drop my uniforms in in person.

Don't know why I couldn't just post them in.

So that is it for you then, huh?

(SIGHS) That's it.

Can you give this to Gabrielle? Nope.

Have fun with the bunions. Yep.

Yes, Reece Henderson. It's just for one night.

Well, you let me know if you find anything.

Er!

Miss me?

What are you doing here? I changed my mind about quitting.

Oh. You'll have to cancel your party.

What party? The 'Hurray, Amy's Gone' party.

Well, that implies I care enough to throw a party, which I don't.

Fine. I wouldn't go anyway.

Yeah, well, you wouldn't be invited!

Got work to do.

Who's your patient? What do you care? You quit.

Seen Gabrielle? (PHONE RINGS)

Bart West at E.D. Yes, I'll hold.

Thanks for your help.

Amy? What?

Is it my fault?

That you left?

Get over yourself, Bart.

Yeah, I'm still holding.

Thanks. Filter attached?

What are you looking for?

No, nothing.

I need another bag of Hartmann's.

Why isn't Resus properly stocked? Don't start with me.

Being short-staffed is no excuse for incompetence.

Oh, God. I'll get it myself.

Oh. Wh... what are you doing here?

Gabrielle rang and said I had to return these.

Oh, did she, now?

Anyway, I can see that you're busy. Um...

Amy. What?

Don't go. He wants to talk to you. He does.

Oh, how did you go?

Can he stay overnight? They're still trying to find a bed.

I want you to be a good boy and stay still for me, please.

No! Reece!

No! I wanna go to the park.

Not now. Please?

You just do what Von says and we'll go when you're better.

OK, now I'm gonna pop this in your ear.

It's not gonna hurt. I promise.

Reece! Reece! Give it back! No!

Right, there'll be no TV, there'll be no park, nothing!

It's mine! Reece!

I want it back. Reece!

Mine! Mine! You're hurting me!

Let her go, mate. Let her go. Mine!

Mine! Stop it.

I hate you! I hate you!

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

I hate you!

Shut up. Shut up!

I hate you! No... Oh!

(SCREAMS)

We have to make you better. (SOBS)

Oh, f...

(SCREAMS)

Hey, Sean, where are you going?

I can't. I can't... I can't stand it! I've gotta get out.

Sean come on, mate. Get back into bed.

Bloody hell. It's OK. I've got him.

Hey.

I've been trying to quit. Can't even do that, I'm so bloody useless.

Nobody thinks that you're useless, OK?

I remember what happened!

Well, whatever happened, it's OK. No, it's not.

What do you mean?

After the guy shot Rohan, I just stood there. I couldn't move.

When someone's got a gun, there's not much you can do.

I wanted to run out the door but the guy got me first.

And you know what I did then?

Nothing.

I couldn't move.

I wanted to help but I couldn't.

(SOBS) I watched as Rohan's blood spread across the floor.

Sean, you did what you could.

You called an ambulance.

Not straightaway, I didn't. I just sat there!

There was no noise. There was... nothing.

I didn't have the guts to do anything.

God, how pathetic.

(SOBS)

That's it, sweetie. You sleep now.

You rest.

Shh.

I'm so sorry. I was hoping this wouldn't happen here.

It's alright. No, it isn't really.

When he chucks a tantrum, usually I just give in.

It's the only way I can calm him down.

There's no point in getting angry. He doesn't understand.

I just got a call.

They think they've found a bed for Reece.

It's in the men's ward. I hope that's OK.

Anything. Thank you.

You're not gonna take him now, though, are you?

They'll call us when it's free.

I just want some time with him while he's quiet.

He was such a beautiful baby.

I know every mum says that but when they put him in my arms

it was like there was only the two of us in the room.

He opened his eyes.

It was perfect.

He was perfect.

He's normotensive and his pulse rate's down.

Blood's starting to clot.

MIKE: Yes it is.

Admit it. Recycling his blood was a damn fine idea.

Yep. 10 points to Gabrielle.

What are you saying about me?

That you should learn to keep your nose out of other people's business.

Courier's arrived. Two units of O neg. Four already sent to theatre.

I'd say that's about as stable as he's gonna get.

Let's prep him for transfer, then. OK.

And that 'business' that I was sticking my nose into,

she's waiting for you outside.

(GROANS)

Has Dan heard anything about Erica yet?

Er, no. No, not yet.

I can't believe he's still working. No, neither could I.

We can't afford to lose him. We're already two nurses down.

Sorry for letting the team down. Oh, come on, I didn't mean that.

Well, hey, an incompetent nurse isn't much good anyway.

Amy, you are not incompetent.

I don't wanna hear you talk that nonsense anymore.

If anything, it's my fault for pushing you into the E.D. too soon.

Maybe you should have had some time on another ward.

Wouldn't have made any difference. Yes, it would have.

Look, for me, medicine is uplifting and worthwhile.

But if it's not your bag, it's OK to walk away.

Whatever you do, I'll support you.

Really? Yes, of course.

I just want you to do something you love.

I love nursing.

Well, if you mean that, we can make it happen.

I mean it.

OK, here's what we're gonna do.

I'll talk to Admin

and see if they can find you a placement on another ward.

No smelly, OK? No gastro or aged care.

You'll bloody well take what you get. Yes, I will.

Amy, when you feel up to it, come back to the E.D.

Do you mean that?

Course I do!

Oh, come here.

Wh-where are you taking him? To theatre.

Wait.

You have to be alright, mate. Your family need you.

Just coming to find you. Where have you been?

Outside. Talking. Um, he remembers what's happened.

And?

He just didn't call an ambulance as quickly as he could have.

You were in shock, alright? It was a perfectly normal reaction.

Would you stop saying it's normal? It's not normal!

You were in a bad situation.

It's what you do now that can make a difference.

You think I could talk to the cops again?

If you feel up to it. Yeah.

Yeah. I do.

The guy with the gunshot wound's doing well.

Looks like he's gonna be OK. Glad to hear it.

I'm sure he'd be just as good if you'd been his doctor.

Ha! Somebody has to take care of Triage.

It didn't have to be you.

Look, I know it's hard to face an internal investigation.

But they cleared you, Jack. It's over.

I don't really wanna talk about it. Well, maybe you need to.

After the mess with Rhiannon, I was ready to walk away. Remember?

And you told me to stop feeling sorry for myself

and fight it.

Well, that was different. How?

You hadn't done anything wrong, OK? So let's just drop this.

No. No, I won't.

You're an excellent doctor.

I said drop it.

Jack!

Can't hide out here forever. No, he can't.

What time did you enter the store? About 6:00.

I always get to work by 7:00.

And how long after that did the gunman enter?

A few minutes, maybe. I don't know.

It's OK. Just take your time. (SIGHS)

I heard his voice.

I said don't move!

He wasn't wearing gloves.

He had a tattoo. Here.

I dunno. Sorry. Is that useful?

Would you be able to identify it if you saw it again?

Yeah. Then it's a lot of help.

(SIGHS)

So, it was a good thing, me sticking my nose in, right?

(SIGHS)

Yeah. Very good idea.

You know, family. It's important.

Yeah, it is.

Oh, Dan. Hey.

Um, I can't work my shift tomorrow.

Are you alright?

You said I could take some time off if I needed it. Well, I need it.

And I know that it's bad timing, what with Amy resigning...

I'm really sorry, Frank.

No, no. Don't apologise. You take all the time you need, son.

You sure? Yeah. Of course we are.

OK. Er, I might leave now, then, if that's OK.

Absolutely. You do whatever you need to do.

Well, least he's facing up to it.

Yeah, Maybe it's time you did too.

It's only gonna get harder with three nurses down.

Yeah.

Not as hard as it'll be replacing Erica.

Hey. It's Gabrielle Jaeger here.

I need to look at hiring a new nurse.

He is beautiful.

When he's like this.

Oh, what am I saying? He's always beautiful.

The thing is, he's never gonna grow up.

He's always gonna be exactly like this.

He's never gonna fall in love,

get a wife, kids.

I admire you.

You do a fantastic job.

We're still waiting for a bed to clear

but it shouldn't be too much longer.

I've written a referral for you to take up.

It explains all of Reece's special needs.

He's afraid of the dark, so make sure they leave a night-light on for him.

Never misses the cartoons in the afternoons.

If they give him fruit, tell them...

..tell them to...

Just tell them to look after him.

Tell him I love him.

I'll always love him.

Did she just dump her son?

Mum?

Mum?

Gail.

Gail, you can't do this!

(SOBS) I've got no choice.

We'll get help.

No-one's gonna help me or Reece unless we force them.

This will force them.

He needs you.

He doesn't need a mother

who's started to resent that he ever existed.

Oh, Gail. I didn't mean that.

You can't leave him.

You're tired.

I want you to go home.

I want you to get some sleep.

I promise I will stay all night with Reece.

We'll talk in the morning. No.

He needs more than just me.

He needs friends.

He needs a community.

He needs 24-hour care.

Von, please don't judge me.

(SNIFFS)

Who's that?

That's me and that's you

and that's Mum

and that's the other lady.

It's really good.

Hey, Reece, you think you can draw me something else?

Did she really leave him?

I think so.

Poor kid.

Has he got any other family?

Apparently there's an uncle in America I can't get hold of.

Highly unlikely he's gonna volunteer to... fly over.

What's gonna happen to Reece?

Well, I've contacted a social worker.

She'll be here soon.

Well, I'm happy to stay until then. No.

Go home.

Are you sure? Yeah.

This bloody system stinks.

Where's Mummy?

Mummy's gone home to get some rest.

I wanna go home too.

When you're better.

I want my mum.

Try and get some rest, sweetheart.

Have you seen Dan?

Yeah, he's gone home. What?

I thought he would've told you. He's asked for some time off.

Oh.

Well, that's good. Yeah.

Leaves you even more short staffed, though.

Yeah. I mean, that's not what the...

That IS what the problem is. But it's...

I've asked for a replacement.

For Erica.

Does Dan know?

No. He left before I made the decision.

I'll see ya. Yeah.

BART: Dan!

What are you doing? Er, I'm gonna go look for Ricky.

What?

I'm gonna drive up to Armadale,

stop along the way, just ask around, you know.

Somebody's got to have seen her.

Don't you think the police would have already done that?

What if they hear from her?

What if she calls and you're not here?

Well, they have my mobile.

Dan, you know what you said to me today,

about Ricky maybe losing her memory.

Don't you think... it's unlikely?

Yeah, but that's just the thing, Bart.

Everything's unlikely.

I mean, why did that guy get stuck in a hold-up today?

Why him? Why today?

It's not... it's not about likely or unlikely, alright?

Things just happen.

Well, you can't drive like this. You should wait until tomorrow.

I can't do anything like this!

I can't sleep!

I can't eat!

I keep asking myself the same questions. Where is she?

Where's Ricky? What's happened?

Dan...

(SNIFFS)

So either help me or leave me alone, OK?

I have got to go.

Because doing nothing is killing me.

OK. You give me the keys and I'll drive.