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(THEME MUSIC)

It's two guys stuck in a lift. Sounds pretty straightforward.

Wouldn't count on it.

Hey, can you jump out of the way? Sorry.

You know, you really oughta have a surgeon onboard.

We'll manage.

Just remember Steve's in charge today.

God help us all. Don't think of me as your boss.

More as a friendly facilitator. I'm driving.

You're dreaming, Russo.

Keep me posted.

(SIREN WAILS)

(GRUNTS)

My name's Steve, mate. I'm a doctor. Gonna be out soon, OK?

Right, close this floor. Make sure all lifts are locked down and empty.

Can you get us a crowbar, please? No worries.

Somebody help me.

What's your name, mate? Jake.

OK, just hang in there. We'll have you out soon.

How's my brother doing? Is he OK? He's in good hands.

Don't you worry, alright? I'm gonna check on Rescue.

OK.

I'm Adam. What's your name? (GRUNTS)

I'm just gonna shine this torch in your eyes.

Seems disoriented. Could be a head injury.

Come on, we're just trying to help.

He's deaf. What's his name?

DC. But he can't lip-read either.

It's so broken. I mean, you should've heard the snap.

Well, maybe it's a tendon or something.

Oh, Charlotte, this is Paul Spalding.

He has a suspected broken ankle from a fall at home.

Hello, I'm Dr Charlotte Beaumont. G'day.

Can I just get you to hop up onto the bed for me?

Yeah, I'll give it a go. Hey!

Whoop! What were you doing at the time?

At this one's beck and call, as usual.

Hey, I told you I'd get it.

He was dragging my suitcase down from the attic

and he tripped on the ladder.

How's that pain now? Giving me something to think about.

I bet. 2.5 milligrams of morphine. Let's grab an icepack, please.

Sure. Getting it. Ow.

Well, there's swelling and bruising consistent with a break.

We'll just get an X-ray to confirm that.

Good work, Dad. Even for you.

He seriously trips and bumps into everything.

Well, hopefully it won't be too long before we get you outta here.

That's good, because we got a few people

coming round tonight for her going-away.

Oh, no, no. We're cancelling it. No way, mate.

You heading off somewhere?

Er, yes. To hug penguins. Hmm?

She's got a one-year placement on a science boat to Antarctica.

Leaves next week. Wow.

Gonna save the planet, aren't you, darling?

No, Dad. She's something else.

Dad! No, you are. She is.

(MAN WHIMPERS)

DC, stay nice and calm for me, OK?

Nice and still. How did it happen, mate?

Oh, bloody lift jammed.

DC was stuck. He freaked out.

So I climbed up through the manhole to see if there was

any way of releasing the doors and the whole thing just shifted.

I got stuck. I dunno.

Alright, on three. One, two, three.

(GROANS)

OK, I've got him. You look after Jake.

OK.

OK, mate, I'm Adam. This is Jo.

We're gonna get you outta here as soon as we can.

Are you guys cleaners? I am.

DC was just giving me a hand on his day off.

What does he normally do?

He studies ag science online.

Is he gonna be alright?

Try and keep still, alright? He's well looked after.

Can you cannulate me some morphine?

Yes. Five milligrams.

Am I gonna lose my arm? Not if we can help it.

(SINGS) ♪ If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!

♪ If you're happy and you know it... ♪

Yeah, petal, you'll make it worse... Oh, come on, Von! Join in!

Won't hurt you to crack a smile for once.

♪ If you're happy and you know it... ♪

Joan Marden, early-onset Alzheimer's.

Also a burn to the forearm.

Hi, there. I'm Dr West.

Can you hop up on the bed for us?

Put that thing away before someone gets hurt.

You heard her! Hmm!

Come on, Joan, make yourself comfy.

Alright, Joan, I'm just gonna have a look at your arm.

That is nicely dressed. Of course it is!

If you want something done properly, you ask a nurse.

Joan was Director of Nursing back in my Ward 17 days.

I see. Well, it's a very good job.

But there's no dressing on the burn.

The crepe bandage is stuck to it.

We'll get some normal saline and remove that.

Sure.

One of your home care patients? No, she's a friend.

She lives alone.

She phoned me this morning pretty distressed.

I haven't seen her for a few months.

I didn't realise it had got this bad.

I trust you are going to put gloves on.

Oh, of course.

Where do they find these agency girls?

Deli counter at Woolies?

Nice and easy. Just move them to where they can see each other.

(VOCALISES)

Can you tell him I'm Steve, please, mate?

Hold out your hand.

Steve. Steve.

Go with Steve.

Go with Steve. Back soon.

Yep.

How's that pain?

It's not great.

OK, give him another bolus of morphine.

We're gonna give you some more pain relief,

and we need you to stay awake for us, alright, if you can?

What was that last thing your brother signed to you?

It was the first thing I ever learnt to sign.

You, me, we.

Reminds us that we're always connected,

that we're never alone.

(GRUNTS)

Well, I have your X-rays, and they confirm your ankle is fractured

but it's non-displaced so there's no need for surgery.

Oh, that's great. Good.

You'll be in plaster for about six weeks.

Gabrielle will put the cast on today and you're right to go home.

That's a relief. Thanks. Pleasure.

Look, I think I'm gonna postpone my trip.

I think not. Well, who's gonna look after you?

That reminds me, oh... Whoa, whoa.

I got this from a magazine in the waiting room.

See? They need you more than me.

Dad, this is the North Pole.

There are no polar bears in Antarctica.

Well, how would you know if you never, never go?

What... (LAUGHS)

You can have some of that water now, if you like.

Oh, great. Don't! I can get it.

I don't mind. I'm not an invalid yet.

Shush. Here you go.

Righto.

Thought my dad was stubborn.

Oh, infuriating, aren't they?

Bet you don't live with yours, though.

No, mine just passed away recently. (COUGHS)

Oh. Hey, hey, hey.

Lean forward. There we go.

There we go.

He chokes on everything. Even custard, for God's sake.

Here, no, just sip it. Nice deep breaths for me.

Alright. There we go.

I'm gonna go and get that plaster trolley.

Just try and stay in one piece till I get back, OK?

Yep. Thank you.

BART: It's not too serious. What are the waiting times?

Sorry? You heard me, Doctor.

Er, I... I dunno.

Er, are you right to re-dress that? Yep.

And we'll run some IV fluids. She's a little dehydrated.

(BELL DINGS)

Don't worry. It's nothing.

I know what it is. Turn the bloody thing off before the patients panic.

Why don't I do that?

You just worry about getting better.

Patronise me again, Heather,

and you will find yourself back behind the deli counter

making potato salad.

Joan, it's Claire.

Sister Marden to you.

You're a patient at All Saints.

You burnt your arm. Do you remember?

It was the soup.

I tipped it on my arm to gauge the temperature.

Oh, why did you do that?

I was testing it for the babies in Maternity.

Did I put this bandage on without a dressing?

Don't worry about that now. But I would never do that.

A crepe bandage directly onto a burn?

I am so sorry.

Wasting your time over something so silly!

Oh, time spent with you, Joan, it's never a waste.

Charlotte, you know our mate with the broken ankle?

I just wondered whether something else might not be going on.

Such as?

He just choked on some water before, which is nothing much.

Just that his daughter says he does it all the time.

There could be something else going on.

Take bloods and do an ECG while you set the ankle.

We'll see if anything comes up.

Sure.

Have you got a licence for that thing?

Don't have one for a car either. Doesn't stop me from driving.

Hey, we're just gonna take some bloods.

Hmm? Why?

It's just routine, really.

Or do you think something's wrong or...?

Just wanna check your father's fall wasn't because of something else.

Like what?

Just let her do her job, sweetheart.

Hang on, someone's gotta look after you, Dad.

Feisty. Yeah.

I was too when it came to my dad. Don't worry.

I'm sorry. It's just... it's just the two of us, you know?

Completely understand. Listen, I'm gonna get these off to Pathology.

And hopefully the two of you should be out of here before too long.

That's good 'cause you still gotta pack.

Well, if I'm still going. You're still going.

We'll see.

(LAUGHS)

This is DC, found trapped between lift doors.

Suspected chest and abdominal injuries.

Hypertensive and tachycardic.

(SILENCE)

Profoundly deaf and can't lip-read.

It's OK, mate. It's OK.

On my count.

All good? One, two, three.

(GRUNTS)

I want full bloods with urgent crossmatch.

No worries.

Let her help. Let her help. He's becoming increasingly combative.

I'm not sure whether it's the pain or the blood loss.

Could be the fact he's got no idea what we're doing to him.

Get a FAST. Get onto Radiology.

I want a full trauma series and abdo CT.

How's the other casualty going? Still trapped when I left.

Rescue should be there by now. (SILENCE)

You're safe now.

Won't be able to hold his hand all afternoon.

Good luck, mate.

Mike wants to be kept informed.

That's what phones and interns are for.

On my way. Amy.

Hey. Are you free after work?

I'm not sure.

You either are or you aren't.

Look, I don't really have time... Parker!

When you've finished gossiping.

Sorry, Dr Campion. (QUIETLY) Sorry. Sorry.

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

I can't take this any longer.

I can't take this any longer. Yes, you can, mate.

You're doing really well.

Any word on Rescue? May be another 30 minutes.

Won't be long now. You're gonna be OK.

How are his obs? BP's still dropping.

Let's get him some more fluid.

He's already had 2.5 litres.

Give him any more, his blood's not gonna clot.

Let's go another 500 mils.

Come on, Jake, try and stay awake, alright?

Why is your brother called DC?

Surname's Washington.

Your brother never learnt to lip-read?

He chose not to.

Hearing people can't be bothered learning to communicate with him.

Why should he be arsed? Fair enough.

He's proud of who he is. So am I.

Wouldn't have him any other way.

How's it looking? You've got pretty extensive damage.

I can't lose my arm. How will I talk to DC?

Please, save it.

Whatever it takes.

We'll do our best, mate.

Stay with us, Jake. Jake!

Jake? Jake?

Check his breathing. Can you hear me?

Poor kid's full of fluid.

Yeah. His organs are so crushed it's hard to tell where it's coming from.

Blood gas is showing increasing metabolic acidosis.

OK, let's set up for intra-abdominal pressure monitoring.

I tell you what, Steve runs a tight ship, doesn't he?

You better watch your back.

Tell the truth, I have been a bit worried.

Worried I might die of boredom hanging around in ED all day.

Ha-bloody-ha.

(WHIMPERS) BP's 75/40 and no urine output.

His abdomen's distended. Looks like compartment syndrome.

Which means, Parker?

Means the fluid in his abdomen is putting pressure on his organs.

He's bleeding out. Gonna need an emergency laparotomy.

Alright, I'll call theatre. No time for that.

We're gonna have open him up here.

Still bored?

How is he? Brief loss of consciousness.

But he's back now. BP's still low.

Jake, come on, stay with me. Can I have a word, please?

Sure. Bree, can you take over? Er, yeah.

We have to amputate. Can you hold off for a bit?

Rescue are almost here. I'm not waiting any longer.

He'll be dead if we don't get him out soon.

I told him I'd do everything. Hands are how he talks to his brother.

He won't say much if he's a corpse.

So hacking his arm off, that's an order?

If it isn't, get out of my face so I can keep him alive.

If you guys have finished your little cock-off,

that main cable's gotta be cut to release the flywheel.

So I'm gonna secure access points. Give Rescue a head start.

So? Alright, you bought some time.

Artery forceps.

Some more suction.

I may be able to repair the tear. Sutures, please, Amy.

I heard you were short-staffed.

I'll send down another nurse just as soon as there's one available.

Von! Von! More gauze?

What? Get her outta here!

Thanks, Joan. Oh, come on.

Resus will need to be restocked. I know. I know.

(QUIETLY) Sorry.

I only left her for a second. That's alright.

Every shift we worked I swear she was in two places at once.

Yes? Hmm.

Come on, up you get.

Are you alright? Yes.

Can I get you anything? No, thank you.

Alright. We'll be at staff base.

She won't be able to live on her own anymore, will she?

No.

Doesn't have any family?

Anyone else to look after her?

Nup.

So a nursing home?

Oh, God. She's not an invalid.

She just needs some supervision, some assisted care.

(SINGS QUIETLY) ♪ Pat your head

♪ If you're happy and you know it, pat your head... ♪

Hmm! She loves those lullabies, doesn't she?

Yeah, she used to sing them to the kids in Paediatrics.

No matter how busy she was, she'd make the time.

They'd do anything for her.

Except Adam, of course.

The little bugger drove her spare.

She nursed Adam?

Long story.

I'll just go check on her. Mmm.

You alright? What's wrong?

No, no, no, no. You have to stay here.

Don't touch me!

It's Claire, your nurse.

You're in hospital. Do you remember? Yes, of course I remember.

What is it?

Shall I get Von? NO!

I need some fresh sheets.

It's OK. I'll get some for you

I didn't know where the toilet was!

Please don't be upset. It's alright.

It's not alright!

What part of sitting in your own urine is alright?

Oh, I hate living like this. I hate it. Hate it!

(WHISPERS) Please don't tell Von.

I won't.

That Paul's blood results?

Yep, and there's no sign of infection or any abnormality

that would explain his symptoms.

Maybe he's just super clumsy, then.

Maybe.

You know the daughter hinted at something.

She thinks it might be psychosomatic.

Well, how so?

She just said that whenever she tries to fly the coop

he ends up on crutches.

He wouldn't be the first overprotective dad in the world.

Hmm.

My dad was a nightmare when I left to study nursing.

Wanted me to go to Armidale, but after the B&S ball, I wouldn't.

What has that got to do with Armidale?

I meet Steve at the B&S ball.

Like a headless chook, I needed to be where he was.

Oh, my God.

I didn't realise you guys went back that far.

Hmm.

Too far.

Look, I don't want... (YELLS) I don't want it, alright!

Hey, hey, hey, I don't want your bloody...

Stop it!

Calm down! Stop it. What's wrong with him?

There's nothing wrong with me, I've been trying to tell you.

There's nothing wrong with me! Oi! That is enough.

Has he been like this before? No, never been like this before.

Did he hit his head? Um, I guess he did.

He hit the ground pretty hard. Let's do a full neuro assessment.

I'm booking you in for an MRI. Now, calm down.

Good on ya.

(ELECTRICAL WHIRRING, CREAKING)

OK, that's it.

Alright, Jake, we've secured the lift.

We're gonna start cutting you free.

Just do it. You heard the man. Let's do it.

(ELECTRICAL SAW WHIRRS) (GROANS)

Sorry, mate. We'll have you out of here soon.

(WHINES)

(GROANS) You're doing great.

(GROANS) Almost there.

Got it! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!

Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!

Come on, don't give up on us now.

That's fixed the laceration in his liver. Next stop, ICU.

So you're just gonna leave him open like that?

We've covered it with a clear dressing.

I've inserted some drains so, yeah, that's about it.

Far out.

When you're finished your sycophantic drooling,

perhaps you'd explain why?

To reduce the risk of complication from swelling.

Mmm, so you were paying attention. You bet. I've learnt a lot today.

You're welcome to come out with the Medical Response Unit anytime.

Hey, keep your paws off him. That is my intern.

I'm next in line for the MRU anyway.

He's been desperate to play action hero for ages.

Well, no, I'm just next on the roster.

I can't wait to see you in those cute little overalls.

Really?

Hey, I'm really sorry, love. I... I... I don't know what come over me.

Hey, it's... it's OK.

I just... I want them to find out what's going on with you.

Maybe it's just still a broken leg.

Oh, yeah?

Or maybe I'm counting my penguins before they hatch.

We have the results of your MRI.

Oh, um, hey, could you run down and get us a coffee?

What? But I wanna hear. I'll tell you when you get back.

Dad! Honey!

The old man's gotta have a bit of privacy.

And I'm really stinging for a coffee.

Come on. Please. (SIGHS) OK. Fine.

Onya, darling.

So, um, have I got anything to worry about or...?

Yeah.

The scans show you have a disorder called adrenoleukodystrophy or ALD.

ALD?

It damages the membranes around the nerve cells in your brain.

It's already affected your coordination.

It will impact on your speech and your memory as well.

It's like Alzheimer's.

Kind of but it progresses at a much faster rate.

It's gonna kill me, isn't it?

That's what you're trying to tell me.

How long have I got?

The average time from the initial symptoms,

three to four years.

Three to four years.

The disease is genetic

so I strongly suggest you get Carly tested as well.

You reckon she's got it too? Not necessarily.

Females are usually the carriers

so it's any male children that she may have

that are most likely at risk.

So she may not have it?

Probably not but she should still be tested.

Yeah, well, I don't want her to know.

Alright? Hang on...

She lost her mother six years ago

and she's had far too much to deal with already.

Just to make this clear, this may affect her decision

as to whether or not she wants to have kids.

She is not gonna be told.

Alright?

Not by me or you or anybody else.

FRANK: (OVER RADIO) Go ahead, Taylor.

Patient's ready for transport. He's lost a lot of blood.

We'll need as much O neg on standby as you can find.

Right. Anything else I should know about?

He's arresting! Gotta go.

Let's get him on the ground. Troy, legs.

On three. One, two, three.

I'll intubate.

Adrenaline in - 1mg. Yeah, I've got it.

Push the fluids through.

Come on, Jake. Don't give up now.

Look at that corner!

You're not wrapping a pound of bacon now, Heather!

Can you hop back into bed for me?

I haven't got time for that nonsense.

I've back-to-back meetings and I'm ill-prepared.

Now, where is my folder? I'm Claire.

You're a patient at All Saints. Can you get back into bed, please?

I'm so sorry I'm late. I got held up with that bloody fool in Accounts.

But come on. I'm ready for the meeting.

That's quite alright, Von.

Now, I've got the proposed figures. Ah, good.

How you going, Sister Marden? Do you have a copy of the agenda?

I'm here to look at your arm. Would you get him a copy?

They're in the red folder. Right away, Joan.

Thank you. Hmm.

Von...

..I'm worried she's gonna wander again -

especially if you let her think she's a nurse, not a patient!

Reality upsets her.

You're just encouraging her delusion.

I don't see the point in continually

dragging that poor woman kicking and screaming back to the present.

I was taught that you always should orient the patient...

Time and place. Oh, yes.

And that's best for who?

Not for Joan.

You see, I'm more interested in keeping her safe, keeping her calm,

than following protocol that only distresses her.

Er, can we give her some morphine? 1mg.

Sure.

How is she?

She's OK. Once we get the pain under control, she'll be good to go.

Oh, are you sure?

I mean, shouldn't she be admitted overnight

in case of complications?

What sort of complications? The burn's pretty straightforward.

How about Alzheimer's? That straightforward too?

No, of course not.

But that's not enough to justify a bed in an Emergency department.

She'll have to go into assisted care.

So everyone keeps saying.

Thanks.

Three to four years. That poor bloke.

Yeah, and his daughter's gonna be away for one of them.

I mean, I know he's in shock

but I hate being forced into being an accomplice.

Yeah. I'm writing it down.

Although, you know, maybe he's just trying to protect Carly.

I'm not sure protecting and lying are the same things.

He'll come round.

He will. Give him time, he'll come round.

Will he, 'Pollyanna'?

Yeah, you're absolutely right.

Where are you going? I'm gonna go and get Carly.

It'll be harder for him to lie if she's standing in front of him.

Alright. Thanks very much for all of that.

I'll organise things my end and I'll get back to you.

OK. Ta.

Are you alright? Yeah.

I've managed to get Joan on the list for assisted care.

Wow. That's good news. Yeah.

Yeah, it could be weeks before anything's available, though.

Still, it's a step in the right direction.

Isn't it?

Yeah, of course it is.

So, why can't you just tell me? Well, it's patient confidentiality.

There's something wrong with him. That's what you're saying.

He could be the healthiest man alive.

I still couldn't discuss it without his permission. Just talk to him.

Good on ya, love. I'm starving.

What's going on?

Oh, well...

..well, it's more than a broken ankle.

I knew it.

Dad, just... just tell me.

Well, you know...

It's a... it's a downstairs problem, you know?

It's, er, something that happens when you're getting older

and being a bloke and all that.

OK, well, is it serious?

No! No, of course not.

It... it's treatable. They can take care of it.

It's just a little bit strange

for your old man to be talking to his daughter about it.

You know?

Oh, like a... like a prostate thing?

Hey?

Sharp as a tack.

Yep! It's prostate.

But you'll be OK?

Oh, yeah, it's not prostate cancer.

It's a prostate problem. You know? Yep, OK.

I think we've talked enough about it

and I'd rather talk about, you know, sorting out the paperwork

so we can get this little girl to her party.

What do you think?

I'll get right on it.

Good on ya.

JOAN: (SINGS) ♪ Up above the world so high

♪ Like a diamond in the sky

BOTH: (SING) ♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little star

♪ How I wonder what you are. ♪

(WHISPERS) They're all asleep, Heather.

That's good.

Er, I can stay if you want a break.

Oh, thanks. (CONTINUES HUMMING SONG)

She doesn't have any family I can call?

No. Her husband died years ago.

What about you?

Did you ever get married? What?!

Shh!

Ooh, sorry. Even Adam's dead to the world.

Well, wonders will never cease, hey?

I caught him red-handed tonight

smoking a cigarette out on the balcony.

And him, with pneumonia!

Yeah, well, wouldn't put it past him.

He tried to tell me it was one of yours.

He had the cheek to swear

that you gave it to him in exchange for him eating his vegies.

He'll keep.

Now, what have you got there?

Admin.

Timesheets. Ooh, God.

Frank, can you sign these?

Don't sign anything I haven't read first.

It's just admission forms.

Who's the attending doctor? Bart.

Well, then, let Bart sign it.

He would, but he's busy. So am I - busy.

Oh, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

Bugger off! I won't sign.

Especially if I haven't examined the patient.

Well, I'd think you could trust me by now

to know when a patient needs admitting!

Is this a friend of yours?

We worked together for years.

(GROANS) She's a nurse.

Bloody good one.

She was.

Oh, alright. I'll examine her.

STEVE: That's as stable as he's gonna get.

I'll go with him. You two stay and clean up.

All set? TROY: Let's go.

Yeah, on three. One, two, three.

See ya.

You alright?

Maybe Steve was right. That guy's arm's a mess!

He's probably gonna lose it anyway.

Yeah, he's alive, isn't he? Yeah, for how long?

Look, the guy has both of his arms and he's alive.

There's not much more you can do.

Besides, I'm sure Steve agreed with you.

Or I bullied him into it.

Great team member to have on your first day as leader.

Hey, we do things together, OK?

Worrying about who made the call, it's a waste of time.

Jake Washington. Arm trapped in a pulley.

Brief hypovolaemic arrest on site

but responded with adrenaline and fluids.

Pulse weak and thready. Jesus. What a mess.

A couple of cracked ribs as well.

He's on morphine and midazolam for sedation.

He's had four litres of IV fluids. No wonder there's no clotting.

Amy, chase up the O neg. Tell them we'll send an urgent crossmatch.

OK. Transfer nice and smooth please.

One, two, three.

I'll get a central line in. Why give him so much fluid?

We were trying to keep him alive. I'm not sure you've done that.

With injuries like his, there's no way he should be this unstable.

It wasn't that simple.

Could you start a transfusion of albumin, please?

If you'd amputated, he'd have been here hours ago

and he wouldn't be half-dead.

Yeah, I realise that, Mike.

Well, it's slightly raised and the burn is quite severe

but I don't think she'll need any more treatment.

Are you still in pain? What?!

Oh.

Has she had any pain relief? Morphine. 1mg.

And how are you feeling now, Joan? Fine, thank you.

Are you sure? Because it is a serious burn.

I wouldn't be surprised... Is this a test?

No, no. I was just wondering if you were suffering.

MMSE. Mini-Mental State Exam.

"What year is this?"

"What date is it?" "What town are we in?"

"Repeat after me. 'Table', 'apple'..."

No, no, no, Joan. It's not a test.

Frank is trying to assess whether you...

"Repeat the phrase 'no ifs and/or buts'."

"'Table', 'apple', 'hat'..."

Joan, please.

I know your type, Dr Campion.

Your bedside manner's very charming with just a hint of flirtatiousness,

designed to make woman feel special and at ease.

But unless you have a bountiful supply of that charm -

which I very much doubt -

I suggest you save it for someone who's far more gullible than I am.

Fine, I will.

Alright, alright. I'll recommend she be admitted.

If only because she had incontinence earlier.

She may have a urinary tract infection.

Thank you, Frank.

Did you work with her? Yep.

On the same shift? Yes.

At night? Yes.

Alone? (SOFTLY) Yes.

Good grief.

(MACHINES BEEP STEADILY)

Do you want a break? We've got this covered.

No, I'm not leaving.

How is he? Almost stable enough for theatre.

Will he keep his arm?

That's hard to say. A bit of a question for the Vascular guys.

If it was up to you?

I'd say it's not looking likely.

Come on. We've got to restock.

How's his BP? Still low.

86/44.

OK. Go to Pathology. Get the platelets.

Sometimes she's present

and then the next minute, she's completely off with the pixies.

BREE: That's so sad.

I'll be back in a second.

Hey! Hey, wait up!

I'm in a rush. You wanna come round tonight?

Jump in bed and watch some DVDs?

Um, I can't do this anymore, Bree.

Especially at work. What do you mean?

Look, I was humiliated before - in front of Frank.

Oh, don't worry about him. He hates everybody.

Believe it or not, Bree,

this internship is really important to me.

And I'm not gonna let anything stuff it up.

No, look...

..you're great.

And I really love hanging out with you.

I just find you a bit too full-on.

Full-on?

Well, you get what I'm saying, right?

Yeah. Sure.

Just a bit of fun. Totally understand.

Look, I have to run. OK.

Um...

..I think I just got dumped.

Are you OK?

Oh, yeah. Whatever.

But who'll look after Jock?

Who's Jock? My dog.

You don't have a dog. Yes, I do!

He lives with me and Mum.

Well, your mum will feed Jock.

Come on, drink your tea.

Anything you're gonna need from home?

Nightie? Toiletries?

You're staying in the ward tonight, remember?

Sorry, Von, can I have a word?

We'll be back in a minute.

I've just been onto the bed manager. There aren't any beds.

Oh, she can't go home, Frank!

She'll have to stay here the night. How?

I'll take care of it. I'll find someone I trust to look after her.

She'll still be here in the morning. But then what?

We'll deal with tomorrow tomorrow.

Ah. Is that the agenda for the meeting?

No. It's a list of assisted care options.

Ah! For Mr Turner?

For you.

As I explained, you're staying in here tonight.

And then we need to find you somewhere to live,

where people can keep an eye on you

and provide medical care if necessary.

I know what assisted care is.

Well, I've put you on the list.

Are you OK with that?

Who'll feed Jock?

Thanks, boss.

Don't. What?

Come on, Steve. We did the best we could today.

Would've done even better if we'd had team players out there.

Is that directed at me, is it?

You made up your mind and you refused to listen to any other opinion.

If the MIU's about shutting up and doing as you're told,

take me off the roster.

I'll write that up if you want. Come on, boys.

If you really disagreed with my decision,

you should've had the balls to override me.

So, now it's my fault. (DOOR OPENS)

Hi. Hey.

I thought you might like to know that DC is doing OK.

That's good news.

What about his brother? He's still in theatre.

Too soon to tell if we can save his arm or not.

You're bloody lucky he's still alive.

Yeah.

It was my fault.

Steve to pushed to get him here sooner. I didn't want to amputate.

I was team leader.

Ultimately it was my call and I chose to side with you.

OK.

I'll read all about it in your report tomorrow morning.

You might want to mention how slow Rescue were.

And maybe next time, not quite so much of the friendly facilitator.

You know that poor girl still has no idea.

Who? Carly.

He spun her some bollocks about problems downstairs

and she bought it - hook, line and sinker.

I've a good mind to tell her myself. You know better than that.

I just think that if she knew the truth

she'd spend as much time as possible with her dad.

It's wrong not to give her a say.

I agree. But it's not up to us.

This is a referral to a specialist for Paul's condition.

Make sure it's in the discharge papers.

OK.

Thanks. Ta.

What's up? Nothing.

Thank you.

You going to the farm this weekend? Yeah.

Good. I really need to get the hell out of town.

Actually, I... I think I might go up by myself.

You know it's no trouble.

Oh, you know, I've just got to stand on my own two feet sometime.

Was it something I said? Why?

I know she's got a lot on her plate...

Like you say, she's got a lot on her plate.

You'd think our budget could stretch to just one single pencil sharpener.

I take it from the way you spoke to Steve

you haven't told him about the baby yet.

Jesus, Frank! You really are spectacular at small talk.

Just answer the bloody question. No, I will not.

And I will not answer it here!

Gee, I'm glad you're an intelligent woman

because you'll save me the embarrassment of reminding you

that such a thing cannot be kept secret for long.

OK, just a bit of paperwork and then you're on your way.

Ah. Hey, thanks so much for all that you've done.

Here's a referral to the specialist. Ta.

Um, all done? Just sign there and there, please.

Oh.

Please.

Please just tell your daughter the truth.

Hey, I know what she's like.

You don't.

She'd put her life on hold to take care of me, OK?

Well, is that such a bad thing?

How do you know she wouldn't want to spend

every minute of every day she has left with you?

There's some things you don't need to know -

especially when you've got no say in the outcome.

Look, you'd do exactly the same thing if you were in my shoes.

Hey! How you doing? Car's out the front.

Are you ready? Yep.

Hey, um, thanks for helping out with Dad.

You're welcome.

Alright. Do you think you're ready for this party?

Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it for the world!

(CHUCKLES) Excellent.

It's that Mr Barker that's the worst, though.

I know.

I mean, he's in here every second day with something else wrong with him.

I doubt if he's ever had a paper cut! I'm with you there.

I should warn that, er, Heather to watch out for him.

He's probably an old perv.

Ha!

Hi, Sister Marden!

You remember Adam.

Oh! Adam? A bit bigger now.

Oh, we used to talk about you when we were on night shift.

You know, I'm not surprised. Good things, I hope?

When you WERE good.

BOTH: Which wasn't often.

Apparently I would give you one of my ciggies

if you ate all your vegetables.

Thanks for dobbing me in.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Yes, please. Two sugars?

Usual vino for you?

Oh, get out of here.

I'm not in a good way, am I, Von?

I'm scared.

BREE: "In case you haven't noticed, babe,

"I'm just a little bit too busy being a doctor right now."

He didn't say that. May as well have.

(TV PLAYS)

Oh, and he said I'm too full-on!

Too full-on! Really?

Do you think I'm full-on?

Beats me.

I'm gonna call him.

Nah-ah!

(LAUGHS) Oh, no!

It nearly came out my nose.

So, sure, Elliot's cute and brilliant in the sack

but he's just impossible to read.

Hey, at least you gave it a go. Mmm.

I'm gonna end up alone with a whole bunch of cats.

Oh, shut up! It's true!

Drink. OK.

Being alone sucks.

You said it, sister.

Hey. I was just coming up to see you.

Were you? Yeah.

I was wondering, could we have a little chat?

If it's about me coming to the farm, I wasn't crowding you.

Oh, no, no, it's not that.

Um... can we go in here?

How was your day?

Oh, the sooner Mike's back in charge, the better.

Ha. That good. Really?

You know me - I like things nice and cruisy.

I actually don't think I have time for this chat. Sorry.

Gabby. Gab. What is it?

I'm pregnant.

About 12 weeks, which is, er,

around about the time that Dad died.

Yeah.

I'm not asking anything from you or... expecting anything of you.

I just thought you should know.

Because it's not fair to keep something like this from you.

So...

..now you know.