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Haven't you ever just jumped on a plane

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

I'm here, aren't I?

We all know what happened. I killed my patient.

DAN: I'm gonna go look for Ricky.

You give me the keys and I'll drive.

OK, in another 2 k's we hit the turn-off to the tourist drive.

It's been a long night. We should head back.

No, no. No way. Look, it's an easy loop around here.

And then we're back on the main road.

You think Ricky would have taken a tourist drive?

Sure. Why not?

If it was nice day, plenty of time, anything's possible.

She didn't have plenty of time.

She was going to the university to do the enrolment.

Right, there'll be a cafe or a truck stop somewhere along there.

She might have stopped at one of them.

Dan... We're close! I can feel it!

Come on. Let's go.

(STARTS ENGINE)

Get in.

JACK: I'll be with you in a moment, Mr Watson.

So just please take a seat. Thank you.

BREE: Graham Collins, 48. Collapsed one hour ago.

LOC of approximately three minutes.

I, er, hit my head on a desk.

I don't know... if I fell first and then lost conscious... ness

or if it was the other way around.

You're slurring a bit, Graham.

I'll be with you in a tick.

Quade. Yep.

I need you in Resus.

No, Charlotte said I could look after Triage.

I'm overruling her.

I've got a waiting room full of... Resus.

Frank. Now.

Graham, this is Dr Quade.

He'll be looking after you. Hi.

He's got slight left-sided weakness. Pupils are equal but sluggish.

One vomit en route and his GCS is 15.

15. Right. At least I'm... I'm still with it.

(CHUCKLES)

Graham's a doctor. GP.

Good. Well, at least you'll know what I'm doing, then.

Yes, but it's what you'll find that... really worries me.

OK.

Oh, Jaeger. Hey.

I need you in Resus. Oh.

I'll see who I can find. No. You. Now.

And don't argue. I don't have time. What?

I want you to keep an eye on Jack.

Yeah, alright. I'll be in as soon as I can.

You sure he's ready for a Resus patient?

He's gotta get back on the horse sometime.

Maybe he shouldn't be riding at all. Oh, don't panic. He'll be fine.

I hope you're right.

Von. Mmm.

Er, I know this is a huge favour and I feel terrible even asking it

but we are one doctor and two nurses down and...

I'll do it. Really?

Oh. Thank you.

This will be the last time, won't it?

Yes, it will.

Ah. Can I...? Thanks.

Do you have a headache at the moment?

No. Not really.

Any dizziness?

Er, more just... generally fuzzy.

Having a bit of trouble forming thoughts.

OK. What about before the fall?

Um, I was in the surgery...

Sorry.

Graham?

Sorry.

Where's... where's my wife? She'll be here soon.

So, what are we thinking?

BP's up.

Well, at this stage, it's most likely to be a TIA.

Makes sense.

But we'll need to run a few tests first.

Of course. And then we'll go from there.

OK. Um, can... can you not tell my wife?

Can you let me tell her so she doesn't worry?

We can do that.

Cleaning windows, would you believe it?

And there was water everywhere

because you can't have too much water, can you?

And I slipped, glass went crash and there was blood and glass everywhere.

Well, that would have given you a fright.

Then I had to clean all that up before I went to hospital.

You can't leave a mess like that hanging around.

That was three days ago.

Do you want me to lie down?

No, you just... sit there.

And I'm going to take your temp,

I'll get a few details and have a look at that arm.

I went to St Michael's when it first happened.

I had to wait two hours before I was seen,

which was pretty boring but not as boring as being at work.

Nothing is as boring as that.

Oh, yeah? What do you do? Payroll.

Is that fun, looking at money all day?

I never get to see any, but.

It's all on spreadsheets.

Anyway, this doctor just stitched it up

and told me to get a taxi home.

OK, well, your temp is a little high.

I knew it.

My arm feels really strange.

Painful. Mmm.

And scrunchy. Scrunchy?

When I move it, there's this weird sound

like there's still glass in there.

Could there still be glass in there?

Let's have a look.

Whoo. Those gloves are good. Quality.

Hmm. OK.

Has this bandage been changed since you were last seen?

It was coming loose.

Oh, Graham.

I'm OK. Hi.

I'm OK. How are the patients?

(SCOFFS) They're fine. They can wait.

And if they can't, I've given them the number for a 24-hour clinic.

This is Dr Quade. He's looking after your husband.

What happened to him? They don't know yet.

Probably just been overdoing it.

Is that true?

Once we get the results back from the blood test,

then we'll have a little more information to go on.

Mmm. God, that's not going to help your headaches any.

Headaches?

Rosie. He's been having them for months.

And he won't do anything about it

because he doesn't want to let his patients down.

It's infuriating.

Well, I wouldn't be too tough on him. Doctors, you know?

Notoriously difficult patients.

Mmm. But, er, don't worry.

Like I said, let's just wait for the blood results to come back.

Did you send off a wound swab?

It seemed warranted.

Good.

Did they give you a tetanus booster at the hospital?

No. Because I had one about six months ago.

A dog. What? It bit ya?

I'm not sure but it was slobbering all over me

and better safe than sorry.

(INHALES SHARPLY) Ow.

No more prodding for now.

I had enough of that the other day. That's hospitals for you.

Before they stitched this up, did they clean it at all?

Not properly. Not if it's infected.

There's still glass in there, isn't there?

There could be a foreign body in there

but let's just get some tests back first.

I don't wanna open it again if I don't have to.

Bloods? And an X-ray, please.

Back soon.

I've had two days off work and not one person called me.

Well, that doesn't mean they don't care.

I called them, but.

(LAUGHS AWKWARDLY)

OK, we've been able to exclude a couple of possibilities.

Was it a TIA?

We don't think so.

Er, the blood results show some inflammatory response.

What they don't show is where it's originating from.

FRANK: And although your temperature is raised,

there's nothing we can find that suggests infection.

So we're hoping a CT scan will give us some more information to go on.

So, w-what are you thinking now?

Possible meningitis or cephalitis.

Well, that's serious.

Well, let's wait and see the scan.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Graham, what's wrong? It's nothing. It's...

No, it's not nothing!

It's... it's alright. I-I-I'm just exhausted.

Maybe you should get a cup of coffee. Let him rest up.

No. I don't want to leave him. I'll show you where to get one.

Yeah, go on. We've got to get him off to Radiology anyway.

We'll let you know as soon as he gets back.

Thank you.

It's not meningitis.

Well, that's just one possibility.

Well, I'll give you another one.

CJD.

Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease?

Memory loss, slurred speech, problems with b-balance...

Well, OK. You're drawing a pretty long bow with CJD.

It's very rare in Australia.

Well, I lived in England for two years during the '90s.

It's... (INHALES SHARPLY)

..it's not nearly as rare over there.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Look, it's a horrible way to die, I know.

So I wouldn't suggest it unless I thought it was a real possibility.

I'll organise that scan.

A week ago. She might have bought some petrol, something to drink.

You know? Something to eat.

Mm-mm. Nah, sorry, mate.

Just look again. Please.

She's got long brown hair and - you can't really see in this photo -

she has freckles just there, freckles.

We get hundreds of people come through in a week.

One face is the same as the next.

You wouldn't forget that face. Look at Erica's face.

Dan... Hey, she might have been here!

Shout at me all you want but... I don't know who she is.

She's my wife! OK.

And if she's run off, I mean, that's your problem, pal, not mine.

Dan! Don't. Hey!

Have you seen her? No.

Now piss off before I call the cops.

Come on! He doesn't know anything.

People don't just vanish, OK? It doesn't happen.

I know. Then why hasn't anyone seen her?

I don't know. Let's leave it for today.

What did you say? We're getting nowhere.

We have to find her!

Don't you understand that? I can't just leave it!

OK, Dan.

OK.

Just... get in the car.

Please. Just get in the car!

Or I'll go without ya.

Hi.

Any news?

Well, the scans are done. We're just waiting on the results.

That's always the worst - not having anything to go on.

Even bad news is something.

It stops the awful feeling of dread.

Well, there is one possibility that I haven't mentioned yet.

Yeah.

Given your husband's symptoms,

there's a slight chance he may have...

..Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

(LAUGHS) Mad cow disease?

Well, it's similar.

It's a type of encephalitis

that causes damage to the nerve cells of the brain.

Well, wha...? How much damage?

Well, the only treatment option is palliative.

He's gonna die?

It's very unlikely it would be CJD.

VERY unlikely.

Um... can I see him?

Yeah, Rosie, he didn't want you to worry, so...

Oh, I won't... I won't say anything.

Can I have a word?

You don't know it's bloody CJD!

Yeah, and what if it is and I've told them everything is fine?

I've been down that path. I won't go down it again.

But Creutzfeldt-Jakob?

Where the hell did you pull that from?

From the patient. He told me he spent time working in the UK in the '90s.

Since when do we let patients do our diagnoses?

He knows what he's talking about. He's a doctor.

No, he isn't.

Once they walk through that door, they're all bloody patients.

Yeah, I'm not going to ignore the suspicions of my patient.

We don't proceed according to patients' suspicions.

We proceed according to empirical evidence.

OK, what about this, then?

The memory loss, the spasms, balance problems,

hallucinations, time spent in the UK...

Big bloody deal.

None of them justify scaring his wife half to death.

I'm preparing her for the worst.

I happen to think that's the right approach.

Well, I don't.

Well, you asked me to look after him. So unless you've changed your mind...

Good.

I told you this was a mistake.

Jack. Jack, will you slow down?

What? So you can tell me that I stuffed up?

Did you?

Well, it seems that I'm stuffing up if I don't listen to my patients

and now I'm stuffing up because I am listening to them.

Oh, don't be so pig-headed.

You've been through a rough time. It's thrown your confidence.

Oh, yeah, and why wouldn't it?

It seems everything I touch turns to crap.

It will if you let it.

I'm worried about you.

I'm worried about me too.

Then what are we going to do about it?

You've got to start believing in yourself, Jack.

How are we going? Did... did I... did I fall down?

Yes. He doesn't remember why he's here.

Well, that could be because of his head injury.

His level of confusion is increasing.

Uh-huh.

Where's Quade?

I've paged him. Ah.

What do you think?

There are no bleeds, no clots.

All the tests so far have been inconclusive.

Agreed.

But there are white patches here and here.

Mmm. Rosie.

We can't see any evidence of a brain bleed in any of our scans,

which is good.

OK. So, what now?

I'd like to do a lumbar puncture.

And that'll tell you if it's CJD?

No, it won't, but it will rule out

any of the other more likely possibilities like meningitis.

OK.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Oh. Midaz? JACK: Yeah.

What's happening?

He's having a seizure. We're getting it under control.

Midazolam in.

We're gonna have to intubate.

(SOBS)

Charlotte.

They're gas pockets, right?

It looks like it. What happened?

My rough guess - someone screwed up badly.

Sorry it's been a bit of a wait.

What did you find?

There's still glass in my arm, isn't there?

See these circles? They're called gas pockets.

They indicate infection.

I knew it didn't feel right. I just knew it.

We don't know there's glass in there.

Well, either way we'll have to take your stitches out,

open up the wound, explore it and clean it.

It's that other hospital's fault. That's where it happened.

I should never have gone there.

However it happened, the important thing is to make it right,

which is what we're going to do, OK?

That's what the other doctor said.

More Betadine.

He's doing well, Rosie. It won't be much longer.

I hate seeing him like this.

He's always so active and...

How many GPs do you know still make house calls?

(CHUCKLES) Not many. Mmm.

Doesn't matter how tired he is or what time of night, he goes.

Well, I think his patients sound very lucky.

Doctors like Graham are rare.

I'm lucky too.

Men like him are rare.

Is there anybody we can call for you?

Oh, I should call Graham's son.

He's a doctor too, in Brisbane.

Cerebrospinal fluid's clear.

What does that mean?

That's very good.

That means it's probably not meningitis.

But it still could be CJD.

Don't suppose you know what antibiotic you were given?

Cefazolin.

Ohh! Now, that feels weird.

Well, you're being very brave.

I'm trying, but...

..but what if it's an infection that's resistant to antibiotics

and it'll be in there forever?

Well, we won't let that happen. Like chickens.

That's why I stopped eating them. They're pumped full of antibiotics.

That other doctor should've known that, shouldn't he?

I'll need to take some more swabs.

Well, what have you found?

Er, there's no foreign bodies, but there's definitely an infection.

We'll do a couple more tests just to find out exactly what's going on.

That means we have to leave the wound open for now.

But if you leave it open, won't it get even more infected?

No. Dr Taylor will pack it so the air doesn't get in.

Ah. Alright. I guess.

(INHALES SHARPLY) Oh!

Audrey, can you remember the name

of the doctor who was treating you at St Michael's?

Mm-mm. I remember his face, though.

Never mind.

I'll track him down.

Inflammatory markers and the protein levels are elevated.

And?

Well, that could support the diagnosis of CJD.

Mm-hm. What about the white patches on his brain?

What does that tell you?

Think, Quade. That's why we're paid.

You think I'm wrong, don't you?

I think you're jumping to the worst diagnosis

when there are other possibilities that you haven't yet explored.

OK, well, let's do more tests. We'll do an MRI and a CT angiogram.

You're forgetting one thing, Jack.

You've told his wife it looks like CJD

and now she can't think of any other possibility.

So...?

We'll do a tonsil biopsy. Because...?

It's the only way to tell for sure whether it's CJD or not.

(SIGHS) I can't ask, so just tell me.

We need permission to perform a tonsil biopsy on Graham.

Why?

We need to rule CJD in or out.

And this biopsy will tell us?

It will. So do we have your consent?

As for the last time, it's your decision.

But the sooner we have a definitive diagnosis, the better.

Well... (SIGHS) ..the better HOW, exactly?

I thought you said the only treatment was palliative.

It is, but at least we'd know what we're dealing with.

No. I-I'm sorry. I need time.

That's OK. Five or ten minutes isn't going to make any difference.

We'll wait while you think about it. Won't we, Jack?

Yes, we will wait.

Look, I need to speak to my stepson again.

Have I got time to do that? Of course.

Come on.

What do you think's happened to her?

Come on. What do you think?

When you heard that she'd been... gone missing?

I didn't know what to think. And now?

Ricky loves you.

Yeah, she does.

If there was any way she could contact you,

let you know everything's alright...

She would've. She would've, wouldn't she?

Even if she thought that she'd made the wrong decision in marrying me,

she'd tell me, wouldn't she?

Yeah, she would.

Shit!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Just listen to me. I can't!

I don't wanna hear it!

I mean... people don't just disappear off the face of the planet, you know?

It just doesn't happen.

She's gotta be out here somewhere.

Let's go home.

Some notice would have been nice!

Had a couple of days off, so I thought I'd come and see you.

I'm glad you did. (CHUCKLES)

Hey. Hmm?

What happened to you? Just there. Oh.

Oops. Sorry. That's with make-up covering it.

What did you do?

You won't laugh? Well, that depends.

Is it funny? Well, it wasn't at the time.

I was talking on my mobile

and I walked straight into a street sign.

(LAUGHS)

But seriously, what happened?

I just told you.

The real story.

That was it.

It's nothing, Mike. Really.

Let's eat.

Sure.

Oh, we can't wait forever.

It's only been 20 minutes, Jack.

Jack, can you prepare for the biopsy?

There's no theatre available. We'll need to do it here. Is that OK?

Yes. Good.

Don't worry. He won't feel a thing.

You've made the right decision, Rosie.

Er... no.

I've changed my mind.

I don't want you to do this.

No, we have to. It's the only way we can know for sure.

I don't wanna know. Oh, for God's sake.

Don't just stick your head in the sand. We need a diagnosis.

Take a break. Graham deserves the truth, Frank.

Take a break!

ROSIE: (SOBS) Sorry!

I just... I can't face it. No, no, no.

There's nothing to be sorry about.

It's a very big decision.

(PHONE RINGS)

All Saints Emergency.

Er, sure. Steve.

Dr Adam Rossi for you.

About bloody time.

Dr Rossi. Steve Taylor.

Yeah, I got a patient of yours here - an Audrey Merchant.

That's right.

Oh, you do, do you?

Then why am I battling an infection that would never have started

if she'd been treated correctly in the first place?

Oh, is that right?

Well, mate, your work's some of the sloppiest doctoring I've ever seen.

Steve. I wouldn't trust you to euthanase a feral cat.

That was quite a blast.

He should be reported. She could lose her arm.

And you tearing strips off him - how exactly does that help your patient?

It doesn't. It just makes me feel a lot better.

Look, if I let you do this

and it is CJD...

..then I can't pretend he won't die.

No.

You'll have to face it.

And how does it hurt to put it off?

How are you feeling now?

Uh... terrified.

Well, that's because you're thinking the worst.

But what if it was something else entirely -

something we COULD treat?

Well, do you think it could be?

Without doing the biopsy, I can't tell.

But if it were treatable...

The sooner the better.

Always.

OK.

Do the biopsy.

He'd want to know.

Well, can't we make it tomorrow?

OK. Only for you.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

I'll be there in half an hour.

Ciao, caro.

Who was that?

It was just a friend reminding me of something I forgot I had to do.

What, now? Afraid so.

Oh. Cancel it.

Tell 'em you're sick. I know where you can get a doctor's certificate.

Hey, life doesn't just stop for unexpected guests...

..no matter how attractive they are.

Mmm.

Or how good they smell.

Stay.

I can't.

Hey, we'll have dinner. I'll think of somewhere special.

Juliet...

..am I in the middle of something here?

What do you mean?

Are you seeing someone else?

What on earth would make you think that?

Oh, "Ciao, caro."

I told you - that was just a friend.

Hmm.

(SIGHS)

If me being here is causing problems for you,

you need to tell me about it.

This has nothing to do with you.

I promise.

See you tonight.

FRANK: Try and move that ET tube your way.

I need more space to reach the the tonsil!

GABRIELLE: Yes, OK.

More light. I can't see.

Come on. More suction.

Get with it, will you?

Course, if this biopsy was being done in theatre,

as it SHOULD be done...

There wasn't one available.

That should do us.

Put some pressure on the tonsil. Yeah.

Nice work.

Pathology. Now.

(SIGHS)

Oh, al-bloody-right. I'll take over.

Oh, how is he?

He came through the procedure well.

Should be able to see him in a couple of minutes.

Thanks.

Hey.

Is everything OK? You look like crap.

Been driving around in the middle of nowhere with Dan.

Looking for Ricky?

We tried every truck stop, cafe, side road for 200 kilometres.

Find anything?

No.

Every time we hit a dead end,

Dan convinces himself that the next one will be the one.

Oh, God.

He's got to be going through hell.

Yeah, he is.

I don't know how to help him.

You think she's coming back?

No, I don't.

Dan does.

Well, he has to, doesn't he?

I mean, the alternative is just too...

..horrible to think about.

Putting off the inevitable doesn't help in the long run.

Trust me.

I'm going to go see Gabrielle.

I got to tell her that Dan's not coming in for the shift.

OK, well, I'll see if I can get an agency nurse to replace him.

Thanks.

Is Dan getting enough support from his family?

He hasn't told his family. What?

I've tried to suggest it to him but he just cuts me off every time.

He says he can't stand the thought of his mother saying "I told you so."

Well, what does THAT mean? How the hell should I know?

I'm sorry. I've had a really long night.

Maybe you should go home, get some sleep too.

No, I'll be OK. I want to work.

I know that we are all really scared about what's happened to Ricky.

But I also know that you and she were close.

If you want to talk about anything...

..any time.

Thanks.

How long will it have to be like this?

Until it heals properly.

About a week.

Yeah. It'll have to be redressed daily.

I won't be able to work.

Thank God I've been ringing them, keeping them updated.

That's good. But if it gets any worse...

It won't... get worse.

It did when I saw that other...

That's him! That's the man that did this to me.

Keep him away. I don't want him anywhere near me.

Thanks very much.

Hi, Von. I'm looking for Steve Taylor.

That'd be me.

Good. You got something to say to me, you can say it to my face.

No-one accuses me of being sloppy!

That's just what I'm doing, mate. Guys, this isn't helping anyone.

You couldn't have stuffed this up worse.

Look, loose stitches. Not when I left it.

Wound wasn't cleaned properly. That is bullshit.

Sutures weren't knotted correctly.

The sutures were fine when I discharged her.

I don't believe that. And as for infection...

Steve, shut up. I'm sure you've made your point.

I haven't even started. Back off.

Maybe it's best that you leave too. We can handle this from here.

I treated that woman professionally. Sure you did, mate.

Oh, for God's sake, you two.

I finished packing the wound.

I need you to check it for me. In a minute.

Now.

Don't worry, mate. I'll still be here.

Well, let's show the doctor where he can get a cup of coffee.

Thanks, Von. I appreciate it.

This is unbelievable. Sit!

Do you hear what that idiot said to me?

Oh, for God's sake, take a breath.

I've called you worse things.

Yeah, well, not recently.

Oh, I must be slipping.

So, you're working at St Michael's.

It's just a locum, be a couple of weeks.

Well, now I know.

What about you? You said you had a new job.

Liaison nurse.

Yes, well, in theory.

But we're short-staffed,

so they talked me into doing some bedside nursing

which hell I'd better get back to.

No time for a cup of coffee with me?

I have a patient and a doctor to hose down. Thank you.

Well, while you're doing that, you might want to know

what sort of patient you're dealing with.

A pain in the bum. I know.

Yeah, well, despite that, I was very nice to her.

Is there a point to this?

Yeah, there is.

I remember Audrey because she requested more infection control

than what I'd use in brain surgery.

So there's no way I'm to blame for whatever's going on in there.

Stay.

Have a coffee.

I'll be back.

Jaeger, how's his BP? BP's steady.

Excellent. I've got Graham's results here.

Oh. Is it CJD? No, it isn't.

(LAUGHS) Oh, thank God! Thank you!

Graham has a condition called 'vasculitis'.

OK.

Can we get him ready to go into ICU?

Yes, we can.

Vasculitis is an inflammation of the vascular system.

OK. Would he have caught it at the surgery?

From his patients? No, no, no, no.

We think it's a fault of his immune system.

The walls of the blood vessels thicken

and that slows down the blood flow

which would explain why Graham was feeling dizzy.

I know there's all sorts of questions that I should ask

but there's only one that matters to me.

Can we treat it? Yep.

Yep, he'll have a stay in ICU

where we'll start him on a course of high-dosage steroids

and maybe some immune-suppressing medication.

OK. How long for?

That depends on how much damage has already been done,

but if he responds, you can expect a good recovery.

Ooh! (CHUCKLES)

You alright! Yes!

Sorry. I know it's not funny.

I... I got so scared imagining the worst that, um...

..this feels like a Christmas present.

Thank you. That's alright.

Oh...

But it's really throbbing.

Are you sure there's nothing still in there?

I'm sure.

Throbbing's partly a result of the investigation we had to do.

But if there's something still in there,

maybe you should have another look

because infection is everywhere

and it's terrible.

When you got home from St Michael's, what exactly did you do?

Well, first I did a house clean, disinfected everything.

Walls, floors, the lot. Though I wonder about these disinfectants.

How do we know germs aren't resistant to them?

Yeah, right. Then did you do anything to the arm?

No. I was very careful.

So it stayed exactly the same as when you left hospital.

Yes. Except for the peroxide, of course.

Peroxide?

I had to keep the wound clean so I poured peroxide over it.

Next day it was a bit sore so I opened the wound up just a tiny bit

to make sure it got down deep.

You poured peroxide directly into the wound?

Must've been a really bad infection, though,

because even that didn't fix it.

Yes, well, you didn't get the infection from the hospital.

You gave it to yourself.

(SCOFFS) Don't be silly!

Peroxide doesn't just kill harmful bacteria.

It also kills good bacteria and eats away at healthy tissue.

But it's good for germs. It says so on the bottle.

I don't care what it says.

You're not to put it anywhere near that wound again. You understand?

Alright. I won't.

Of all the stupid things.

I know. They shouldn't be allowed to put that on the bottle.

I'm going to ring them up and tell them.

Yep. You do that.

Dr Taylor? (SIGHS) Yeah?

What about eucalyptus oil? Would that have been better?

Hey, what are you doing here?

My shift's about to start. Where else would I be?

He was crashed out on the couch when I left.

I'm not that big a dragon.

I'd understand if you didn't want to come in.

We all would. Yeah, I know. I'm fine.

I'll, um, start in Triage, OK?

OK.

Says he's fine.

Well, I hope he is 'cause I haven't had the chance to tell him

that I'm going to replace Erica.

How's Graham? Turned out to be vasculitis.

I was wrong. Again.

I don't expect you to be right all the time, Jack.

(SCOFFS) Just as well.

But I do expect more than you gave today.

I know.

I shouldn't have scared the wife, you know. It won't happen again.

Damn right it won't!

'Cause I don't need a gun-shy doctor in my E.D.

and I certainly don't need one

who goes around haranguing distressed relatives.

Well, like I said, it won't happen again.

Yes, well, there's only one way that I know that I can guarantee that.

You need time out.

No. Get your head together.

No, I don't need any time out. It won't help.

It better 'cause if you don't sort this out,

you'll leave me with no choice.

What do you mean?

At the moment, Jack,

you're a hindrance in my E.D. that I simply can't afford.

Frank, I'm going to be alright.

Just let it get on top of me, that's all.

I'll tell Admin you're going on a holiday.

Frank. It's not up for discussion, mate.

How can anyone be so stupid?

Do you think she needs psychiatric assessment?

Highly bloody likely. Don't look now.

So. Any update?

Yeah. After further investigation it turns out

that the infection was self-inflicted.

Really? How?

The patient opened the wound herself and poured peroxide into it.

And?

So I guess you were right about Audrey and your treatment of her.

No hard feelings.

You called my place of work and questioned my competence.

And I'm very, very sorry about that.

You know, I don't have the safety of a permanent position like you do.

I'm just a locum.

How do you reckon that call made me look?

I'll be calling them back and explaining everything...

Yeah, you will, and in the meantime,

stick your "no hard feelings" where it hurts.

Dickhead.

What? Nothing.

Uh, Beaumont, you got a minute?

What's so bloody funny?

Sorry. Nothing.

I need a locum to replace Jack. Just for a week or so.

Any ideas? Things got that bad, did they?

They got that bad. You got any ideas?

Maybe.

Good.

Hey.

Bet you're pretty pleased with yourself.

I am, actually.

Yep. You were right. Give the kid a medal.

He apologised to you. Couldn't you have left it at that?

Hang on. He started it. Oh, haven't we grown up?

Alright. You win.

I could've handled the situation more gracefully.

You could've. And you should've!

Alright. I'll go back in...

No!

Bad timing? Very.

Better chalk this one up to experience.

I think I've run out of chalk.

Well, you never were a very fast learner.

How's Audrey now?

Yeah, she's OK.

We're going to keep her in overnight

until the IV antibiotics are through

and probably send her home in the morning.

When I discharged her,

we called one of her friends from work to pick her up.

Audrey waited for three hours. No-one showed.

Ended up having to put her in a taxi, the poor thing.

Just so you know.

You're going to hate me.

I find that highly unlikely.

Something's come up at the club. I have to talk to the bar manager.

But I won't be long. I hate you.

Hey, I'll come with you. No, no, no. You stay here.

Maybe get us some takeaway?

I promise I'll be as quick as I can.

This just came up, did it?

Yeah.

(SIGHS) What's going on?

Nothing's going on.

That bruise. The phone call you lied about.

The meeting you suddenly have? I'm not stupid.

Since when do you tick off everything I do?

If something's going on, I think I have a right to know.

You have a right, do you? Yes!

I thought this was supposed to be fun.

It's starting to sound like you think you own me, Mike.

No, no. I'm just a little confused.

That's all. Jealousy. Possessiveness.

Questioning every detail of my life. This is not what I signed up for.

Juliet, I know you're lying to me.

I don't feel like being with you tonight.

In fact, maybe we should just forget the whole thing.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, look, I know I must look like a bit of a wreck

but I don't need any more time off.

Oh, I wasn't going to suggest it. Good.

'Cause I got a full case load out there

and - ha! - There's no-one else to do it.

No.

Agency staff are hard to find at the best of times.

Yeah, I know.

I better get back to it.

I need to... just have a chat to you.

Yeah?

I need to organise a replacement for Ricky.

What? Just until...

Just until we know what's going on.

You can't do that.

We will find a space for her if she comes back... WHEN she comes back.

When.

Why are you all doing this?

I'm sorry?

'Cause it's like...

You're all acting like she's dead or something.

Dan. She's not.

Alright?

She's not dead!

(SOFTLY) OK.