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(THEME MUSIC)

VOICEOVER: Previously, on All Saints...

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

I'm pregnant.

How youse going? Hey.

Jesse Stevens, nurse practitioner.

Jo. I'm a paramedic. This is Dr Steve Taylor.

Nice to meet you both. Chuck your stuff on the back.

Patient's name's Neil Auden. He's late-stage mesothelioma.

Got some serious fluid build-up on his lungs

making it very difficult for him to breathe.

What's his prognosis? He's only got a few weeks to live.

Hopefully in hospital you can shift that fluid

and at least give him some quality of life.

He's a good bloke. We'll do our best.

I'll jump in back. No worries.

I've got Pam holding the fort. Who's Pam?

Oh, she's the clinic receptionist.

(BANGS ROOF)

Gabrielle?

This is Patrice, 32.

She passed out on a bus on her way to work

and suffered a head lac on the right side.

We've given her 1 milligram of glucagon

and her blood sugar en route was 3.0.

Patrice, I'm Dr West.

Can you wriggle over here for me?

Yeah, sure.

OK, I'm just gonna shine a light into your eyes.

Do you know where you are? Er, hospital?

And you know how you got here? Yeah, ambulance.

Good. Pupils are equal and reactive.

Yep.

Anything like this ever happened before?

Fainting? No. Your blood sugar was very low.

Are you a diabetic? No.

OK, well, let's do full bloods... Mm-hm.

..including LFTs and glucose

and let's get up a bag of 10% dextrose plus an ECG.

Yep. Do you think I'll be here awhile?

It's hard to say.

I'd like to run some tests to find out why you fainted.

Could you please get me a phone? I have to reschedule a meeting.

I can make that call for you. That'd be great. Thanks.

Don't worry. We'll get you out of here as quick as we can.

You got a doctor on site? You're not from the bush, are ya?

Doctors don't wanna work in the country anymore.

It's too quiet for 'em.

Oh, they don't know what they're missing.

Are you the only medico out here? Yep.

What happens when you go off duty? I try to get a ski in.

Only 30 minutes to the slopes from here.

No, what happens to the patients when you take a day off?

Oh, patients are fine. They can look after themselves.

I'm joking.

Can't remember the last time I took a day off.

Straight through here, guys. Thanks for that, Pam.

Oh, thanks, love.

Neil, this is Steve and Jo. Right. Aren't I popular?

OK if I take a look at you? Mmm.

Neil's been running a temp.

I think he might've picked up a respiratory infection.

What sort of treatment have you had so far?

Radiotherapy and a bit of chemo.

Pleurodesis too, but that didn't do much.

Oxygen sats 90% and he's a little tachy.

Decreased air entry on the left side.

What about surgery? No, thank you.

A pleurectomy would make life a lot more comfortable.

They remove the tumours from the surface of the lungs...

They explained all that. That's not gonna cure me, is it?

Well, not directly. I know what's good for my life.

But it ain't bloody surgery. What do you mean?

Neil wants to see his son while he's in the city.

Just once, that's all.

Then why don't you let us help you buy some more time?

(WHEEZES) Yes.

Oh, Joan!

I shouldn't need to remind you of the importance of keeping still.

Well, why do you keep reminding me, then?

Look, just call the bed manager.

You can use my name if you have to.

I'll try again. Attagirl.

You been here all night?

A bed hasn't become available on a ward.

And that surprises you?

You know Joan's arm's not serious enough to be admitted.

Well, it's not safe for her to be home alone right now.

So what are you gonna do? You can't just conjure up a bed.

Yes, I can. She can stay at my place.

You sure about that?

Alzheimer's does not make for an easy house guest.

No house guest is easy.

So I spoke to a woman called Trudy. Huh. So what did she say?

Oh, she said, "Rest up, get well,"

but that you have to come in early tomorrow morning, maybe about 7:00.

7:00? Mmm!

So how did she sound?

Oh, not unsympathetic but, um, business-like, certainly.

They can't help themselves. Everything's business.

Oh, I can't handle working with corporates.

So you're not a businesswoman, then?

(LAUGHS) No, I'm an archaeologist.

No way! Mmm.

The company I was supposed to meet this morning are sponsoring a dig

that I've organised in Pafos, in Cyprus.

We're excavating an ancient Greek theatre.

No way! Really? Yeah.

When? We've almost completed the stairs.

Then we'll get to the stage itself.

That'll be amazing.

You love it, then?

The dig almost makes up for all the rubbish we have to go through

to get there.

And you're under a lot of stress at the moment?

Yeah, every day, lately,

it's meetings, phone calls, meetings, phone calls.

Hmm.

Well, I reckon low blood sugar, you're under a lot of stress...

Oh, God! I don't feel very well.

OK. Alright. Deep breaths for me. Deep breaths.

Bart? Bart!

Deep breaths for me. What's happened?

Tachycardic. 110. And her BP's up a bit too.

I'll just chase up those bloods. Do.

This is really bad, isn't it? Hey, don't worry.

We'll get to the bottom of it.

(MOANS)

Look after Rusty for me.

At least I won't spoil him like you do, mate.

You better! It was good getting to know you, Jess.

You'll be back here soon enough.

Sure. (RUSTY BARKS AND WHINES)

Hang on! Hang on! I don't wanna go! Hang on, mate.

Neil? Neil, what's wrong? I'll die if I go to the city.

Your son's in the city, remember? Yeah, but I belong here.

Just give us a minute.

Take whatever time you need.

OK?

Mmm. This is the only country I've ever known.

Makes it harder to leave, doesn't it?

(COUGHS AND WHEEZES) Steve?

Gotta go. Just wait a sec.

Come on, let's get this oxygen back on, Neil.

That's the way. There you go.

Thanks.

OK, mate.

Worked for me when I moved to the city.

(GRUNTS) Thanks.

Good to go?

Mmm. Good man.

(WHIMPERS)

Ah. Miklos Miklosovich. What brings you to these lower depths?

Got a patient coming in. Late-stage mesothelioma.

Needs thoracocentesis for fluid build-up.

The poor bugger. What was he? A miner?

No, no. Builder. Oh.

Terrible way to go.

Jo said she'd like CPAP ready for them.

Amy? Get a CPAP in here, will you? Hey, have you got your results back?

Er, today, apparently. Let me know when they come in.

Are you taking bets on the condition of my one remaining kidney?

There's a good chance that that kidney of yours

may go into acute renal failure.

And there's a good chance you've got an undiagnosed personality disorder.

Ha ha, smartypants.

Just remember, you're supposed to be taking it easy.

A day spent with you, Frank, is like a day at the beach.

Hmmm.

I caught it in a door, would you believe?

At home? Yeah.

Oh, no, no, no. At the premiere of a play

Oh, when was this? Couple of nights ago.

I thought it would've gone down by now but...

A premiere? Yeah.

It's not the first I've been to.

Act one was SO long, though,

there was this huge rush to the toilet at the interval

and we all got there at the same time and...

And you caught your hand in the toilet door.

Yeah, I know. I know. Must've been painful.

Oh! I've seen worse.

At least the costumes were good.

(LAUGHS) I'll organise a bed for you.

Oh, thank you. Now, you know where everything is?

You only told me five minutes ago.

Bathroom through there.

Phone in the kitchen.

And here, the remote.

Oh. I'll be fine.

I've got my sudoku.

Alright, help yourself to anything in the fridge

and if you're tired I did make up a bed in the spare room.

Von, go! People need you.

You got my mobile number? I've got your mobile number.

I've got my mobile phone.

I'm fine.

Alright. See you later. Bye.

And thanks, I really appreciate it. My pleasure.

Make sure you come again soon. Such a surprise, you visiting me today.

Really made my day.

This is my home, Joan.

Remember?

Oh. Silly me.

I apologise. I meant to say I should visit you more often.

Are you going to be alright? Just a slip of the tongue.

I'm fine. Go.

What's your son's name, Neil? Jacob.

But we called him 'Paddy'.

Why's that?

First word he said was 'paddy'. Paddy.

He was probably trying to say 'daddy'.

You reckon? Yeah. Little kids love their dads.

Why didn't I think of that?

You don't see much of Jacob?

Started school last time I saw him.

19 years ago.

What happened?

His mother and I...

(COUGHS AND WHEEZES) Neil!

Neil?

Take nice deep breaths for me, OK?

Wet crackles in both bases.

80 milligrams of frusemide, please.

I wanna see my boy!

See my boy. Just hang in there, mate.

BART: How you feeling now? Oh, not great.

Well, don't worry. This should make you feel a bit better.

Your nausea and dizziness indicate that you may have suffered concussion

so I'd like to send you to Radiology to do a CT scan

and rule out anything more serious.

Sure. Your blood sugar's still quite low.

So I'd like to do a fasting blood glucose test too.

Don't worry.

It's ordinary to feel a bit vulnerable in hospital.

I wish I could be half as calm and in control as you.

Ha! Yeah, right.

Unless, of course, you were talking about Bart.

It's all in the stethoscope, I'm afraid.

Evidence of pulmonary oedema en route.

Has he been given anything? 80 milligrams of frusemide.

GTN patch and 2.5 milligrams of morphine.

Right, I want the usual bloods, an ECG an art line and an IDC.

Let's get him on CPAP. Can I take that for you?

No, no. Sorry.

Anything I can do?

Yeah, you can get me a portable X-ray.

The sats are low.

Neil, we'll have to put a needle in your back

and draw off some of that fluid, alright?

Intubate, Frank? Yep, yep.

No, if that tube goes in how do I know it's ever coming out?

We need to support your breathing. No tube. No bloody way.

Come on, Neil. I'm dying anyway. You all know that.

Yeah, but we can make it much more comfortable for you.

NO! If you intubate me, how am I gonna talk to my boy?

Feels like you've got something embedded in your hand.

Really? You'll need to have an X-ray.

Hmm. Who knew toilet doors could be so deadly?

Temp's a little high. You might also have an infection.

So we'll give you some antibiotics and some pain relief.

Are you allergic to anything? Yeah.

Oh... no.

Which is it? Yes or no?

No, no. No.

OK. 100 milligrams of tramadol,

1 milligram paracetamol, please, Claire.

Now, I can write you a doctor's certificate if you need the day off.

I don't have to go to work today.

My bosses were supposed to take me out to lunch as a bit of a thankyou.

Need me to cancel on your behalf? Er, yeah. Oh, no.

I've already done that.

(PHONE BEEPS) You need to turn that off in here.

It's just a text from one of my bosses.

"Hey, Brendan, heard about your hand.

"Hope everything is OK."

She is really down to earth once you get to know her.

Who? Mrs Upton.

I don't know who you're talking about.

(LAUGHS) I'm sorry. How would you know?

It's the name Cate Blanchett uses.

It's her husband's name too.

Avoid the crowds. Shh!

Yeah, Cate's an old schoolfriend.

Really? Yeah.

Oh, well, no.

I know her brother.

I'll get your medication.

Cate Blanchett? Do you think he's telling the truth?

Yeah. Oh. No.

Who knows?

Put some pressure on that needle site for me.

(RETCHES) Whoa, whoa!

There we go. Oh!

(GAGS AND RETCHES)

(GAGS AND RETCHES)

I'm so sorry. It's not your fault.

I'll organise some medication to stop the nausea.

How you been sleeping? Not well?

To organise this dig

I've been getting up to take phone calls on Cyprus time.

That plus the stress.

I can't remember the last time I had more than a few hours.

You must be exhausted. And finding it hard to concentrate?

Yeah.

Are your hands and feet cold?

I think I've just got poor circulation.

Is there any family history of illness?

No. Mum's got diabetes but apart from that...

I'm gonna organise some thyroid tests.

More tests?

Another piece of the puzzle.

So I'm a puzzle now, am I?

(GAGS)

I'm fine, Frank.

How frequent is the nausea?

Every day.

Most of the day. All day. I'm not exactly glowing.

I told Steve. And?

Stunned silence.

Well, that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

With him it does.

Listen, if you need some time... Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

Feeling OK?

Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit under the weather.

Think you're coming down with something?

Want me to check you over? No. Just leave it, Bart.

It's no problem. Leave it!

Sorry. I've just got an upset tummy. I'm feeling really evil.

Nothing to worry about, though. I won't, then.

Patrice admitted to me

that she's running on about three hours sleep a night.

Oh, yeah?

I think exhaustion's a factor in her collapse.

You've done some pretty good thinking there.

Yeah, I'd like you to take some more bloods.

I wanna run a thyroid function test. I'm on it.

You sure I can't put that somewhere safe for you?

Don't you even think about it, girlie.

Give the boy a ring. They can have their talk, then you can treat him.

It's not that easy, Frank. Haven't you got his number?

We've got his mother's number. She won't give us any details.

Meanwhile, his father dies in the E.D.

We've gotta intubate him. It's not a choice.

Neil's made it very clear

he doesn't wanna stay alive if he can't see his son.

I'll see if I can track her down. Thanks, mate.

Here's your results.

You gonna open it? Yeah, yeah. I will.

You sure you're OK? Yeah, I'm fine.

Just a bit run down, that's all. I'm sure you know the feeling.

Unfortunately mine's all self-inflicted.

Isn't there someone you can delegate to at work?

Maybe.

But this is exactly why I became an archaeologist,

you know, to run my own dig.

I should be loving the pressure.

Whoa! Patrice! Bart!

What is going on? I've got no idea.

5 milligrams of midazolam. Now. Yep.

Well, your ex-husband hasn't got long to live.

I understand that you don't wanna speak to him

but can we at least have your son's phone number?

Please? It's very important to Neil.

No luck?

Apparently our patient

just walked out on his wife and son all those years ago.

Right.

And despite his medical condition

she doesn't think he should be able to waltz back into their lives.

And possibly hurt Jacob all over again.

She said Neil didn't lift a finger to help raise him.

He thought a father's role

was to provide financial support and discipline.

Sounds a bit like my old man.

Yeah, well, for her to deny him his final wish,

he must've hurt them pretty bad.

Yep.

Hey. Many home-care visits left to go?

Thankfully, all finished. These are for Joan.

She's settled in at your place OK? She's not a child, Adam.

She's fine.

I'm glad to hear everything's peachy.

(PHONE RINGS)

VON: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE) You've called Von Ryan.

I'm not here right now

but if you could please leave your phone number,

name and a clear message,

I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

If it is urgent, call my mobile on...

(HANGS UP)

Nothing to indicate any neurological injury.

Well, that's something at least.

Doesn't explain why she had a seizure.

Maybe she fainted because of a pre-existing condition.

It's a good thought.

I'm going to talk to Bree, see if anyone saw the collapse.

OK. (GROANS)

Hello. Back with us? What time is it?

Mmm... 1:30.

Oh, God, I've got so much to do. That can wait.

You need to relax. (SIGHS)

What about my meeting?

Your health is more important than a meeting.

What does that look like to you?

A tooth?

From the toilet door?

Must've been one hell of a play. (CHUCKLES) Absolutely.

Brendan... Yo.

You told us you'd injured your hand in a door.

That's not what really happened, is it?

And why would you say that, sweets?

You have a tooth embedded in your hand.

Oh, whoa. Yeah.

No wonder he screamed.

Oh, no, no, no. He hit me first, OK? This is self-preservation, I swear.

Really?

Yes! Oh... well, no...

He didn't hit me but he had me by my throat up against a wall.

Why was that?

Because I said his play was crap.

Never tell a writer you think their play's crap. It's not worth it.

Thanks for the advice.

Do you remember when you had your last tetanus shot?

Yes.

(SIGHS) No.

Organise a tetanus shot. Give him 1 milligram ceftriaxone.

I'm gonna attempt to remove the tooth in the E.D.

so at least you won't have to go into surgery.

Thank you. Mmm. Won't be long.

I'm not some kind of macho thug, you know.

Hmm. I can see that.

Sometimes we can't help the situations we find ourselves in.

(ALARM TRILLS)

Joan?

Joan?

Oh...

Joan? (GROANS)

(COUGHS)

Come on.

(PHONE RINGS)

Oh...

Joan, are you alright? Dr Campion, I need to get upstairs.

Upstairs?

To my office. I'm meeting Von up there.

Are you working today?

Yes, I'm working. Of course I'm working.

Maybe I should call Von.

And you are...? Adam Rossi.

I'm looking after a young boy called Adam Rossi. Are you related?

You're not his stepfather, are you?

Oh, Joan, I'm sorry. You can't go upstairs today.

Why the devil not?

The nursing admin, it's being evacuated.

Since when? This morning.

There was a fire scare. Oh, my God.

It's alright. Everyone's safe. I'm sorry you weren't informed.

What am I supposed to do now?

Well, Von's due any minute

so why don't we find somewhere comfortable to wait for her?

Sounds like a good idea. This place is going to rack and ruin.

(SCOFFS) Tell me about it.

Did anyone actually see the incident?

We didn't get much from the witnesses.

They were a bit too busy with their skim flat whites.

And being a head injury, it was just a scoop and run.

Was there any indication why her BSL was so low?

No. She said she had breakfast at her mum's this morning.

She was at her mother's this morning? Thanks, Bree.

It's alright.

Hey. Yeah.

Can you check Patrice's c-peptides, ketones and insulin levels?

And do a tox screen as well? Hang on. Insulin?

She's not diabetic. No. Her mother is.

What? Let's run the tests.

See what turns up. OK.

Are you sure? Yep.

Stilettos and a sequined dress.

Well, maybe those clothes belong to Mrs Upton.

Mmm. (LAUGHS)

What's so funny?

Um... just this interesting patient we have.

What about him? Nothing.

Oh, come on!

I found some women's clothing in his bag.

Oh! A drag queen.

Mmm. I don't know.

Is it that guy?

Brendan's personal life is exactly that - it's personal.

Yeah.

You are going to ask him, aren't you?

Please give me something to focus on other than my tragic love life.

OK. Yes. Thank you.

(GROANS) It stings.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

It should go numb in just a little bit.

(GASPS)

Brendan, do you have a girlfriend?

No.

And I'm free this weekend, sweets.

Um... that's not really why I'm asking.

Your bag was open. I couldn't help seeing the clothes.

You looked in my bag? Accidentally.

And... we wondered...

..I wondered..

..maybe it's not your bag.

Or maybe...

Can you feel this? No. Yes.

No. Yes, it's my bag.

But the clothes are my girlfriend's.

But you said you don't have a... Shh! She's married.

And I keep a bag of her clothes with me 'cause I miss her.

Alright? Every day.

And I know I'm never going to have her, and that's the truth of it.

Very reasonable explanation.

Not that you needed to give one.

(NEIL SPLUTTERS, GROANS)

Has it helped his breathing? Not really.

(SPLUTTERS, GROANS) Is that you, Jacob?

No, Neil, it's... it's Steve.

From this morning.

It's all my fault, Jacob. He's delirious.

I didn't know how to be a daddy.

I blew it, Paddy.

(SPLUTTERS, GROANS)

Alright, that's enough of this. Intubation kit.

Size 7.5 tube? Yeah, and sux and thio.

What are you doing? Give me one second.

Amy?

Look, does he know what his son looks like?

He hasn't seen him since the kid was six.

The state he's in now, I don't think he's gonna recognise anyone.

Good.

Dad? Dad, it's me. Jacob.

(SPLUTTERS) Henry? I want to tell you something.

ELLIOTT: I'm listening.

I was...

I wanted to be a dad but I didn't know what to do. I blew it.

It's OK. I blew it.

I thought... I thought a man... a father...

Should be the provider and the disciplinarian.

We fought, your mother and I.

(SPLUTTERS) We fought too much.

It upset you, Paddy.

I was young. I didn't understand that.

I left... (SPLUTTERS)

Broke my heart for me to go.

I thought it was right.

You see, I know now I was wrong.

I just wanted... to be a dad.

But wanting's not enough.

Some blokes... are just not cut out for it.

Hi. Hey.

Um, I'm really sorry I dropped such a bombshell on you yesterday.

I'm glad you told me. It was just a bit of a shock, you know?

Yeah.

Can we meet up? After work. We need to have a chat.

Yeah, we do.

How's Neil? He's doing what he needs to do.

That's good.

Yeah.

(GROANS) My girlfriend's from England... originally.

We met when I was working as a drover on a cattle station up in Darwin.

She didn't like me at first but...

You were a drover?

Really? Yeah.

That sounds like the plot of a movie.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

You... you're right. That... that's from a movie.

I... My girlfriend is not from England.

In fact, I... I don't have a girlfriend.

The clothes are mine.

You don't have to explain anything. Oh, no. I feel like I do.

You know I said I was being taken out to lunch today?

Mm-hm.

By the Uptons. Well, that's not entirely true.

I had an audition.

The, er... clothes are my costume.

Oh, you're an actor? I am.

If you don't recognise me, it's probably 'cause I do mostly theatre.

But, you know, this audition was for this big Hollywood movie.

This could be my big break. Really?

(SCOFFS) Yeah. Does the name 'Kevin Costner' mean anything to you?

'Dances with Wolves'.

(LAUGHS) Not in this film.

He plays a cop who falls in love with a nightclub singer

who he doesn't realise is a man because she - I mean, he -

is such a good actor.

And you auditioned for the nightclub singer?

You bet, sweets.

Really? Yeah.

You want to know who the director is?

Stanley Kubrick!

Wow!

Could you just finish cleaning that up for me, please?

Sure.

(WHISPERS) Isn't Stanley Kubrick dead?

Yep.

How was she when you found her?

Confused and disoriented.

So Joan's living at your place now? Temporarily.

Well, you know you'll have to find a permanent solution.

Thank you, dear.

I'm sorry. I just went for a walk.

That's OK. But you really scared me.

Even more so than when we worked together.

(LAUGHS)

I made a decision.

It's not right for you to have to care for me like this.

Alright. Let's go get a cuppa.

No, no, I mean it.

I need to go into a nursing home.

But I thought we agreed you'd stay with me for the time being.

Until when?

You shouldn't have to keep an eye on me around the clock.

I don't mind. I know you don't.

But I do.

In a nursing home, I wouldn't feel as if I was a burden.

You're not a burden. (SIGHS)

We have both spent most of our lives taking care of other people.

I'm not about to let you waste the rest of yours taking care of me.

Joan, you're too young to go into a home.

We both know that I am only going to get worse.

We've seen it enough in the patients we've nursed.

And this is what you really want?

It is.

And before I lose my mind completely...

..thank you...

..for your friendship.

Just for being there.

What's the matter?

I need to speak to Patrice.

You think these are deliberate?

How else does she arrive at those insulin levels?

Either her mother injected her this morning

or she did it to herself.

To bring on a hypoglycaemic episode. Yeah.

I'll come with you.

Hey.

Any news?

Did you visit your mother this morning?

(SPLUTTERS) My bloods don't tell you that, do they?

Do you know where she keeps her medication?

Your tests show the presence of insulin in your bloodstream.

I think that you injected yourself to bring on a fainting spell.

Is that true?

I just wanted to get out of this meeting.

I didn't think it would make me that sick.

You're lucky you didn't do even more damage to yourself.

You don't know the pressure that I'm under.

My department makes half its annual budget from these people.

If I stuffed it up...

Do you want to speak with a counsellor?

I don't need to see a shrink.

I just couldn't face the suits this morning.

Can't you speak to your boss?

And admit I'm not up to it? No.

Acknowledge the pressure you're under.

And what if she says that I'm not ready for this...

..incredible opportunity?

Maybe she will. But if it's causing you this many problems...

I'm not going to get another chance like this.

You don't know that.

Sometimes you've just got to admit that you're in over your head.

Maybe you're right.

Here you go. Good girl.

What's going on with you and Gabrielle?

You don't muck around, do you? Nuh.

I'm gonna have a kid.

You and Gabrielle?

Yeah.

How did that happen?

Do you want me to spell it out for you?

OK. So what's the problem?

You always wanted to be a dad, right?

It's not like I've never thought about it.

Getting a little rural practice, a bit of space. Chooks.

It's not too late for that.

Are you guys going to get back together?

I doubt it.

Besides, I'm not exactly good father material.

What if I'm like Neil, not ready to be a dad?

You're from a different generation to Neil.

I still managed to screw up a lot in my life already.

Well, you got a lot of things right too.

I reckon a kid could do a lot worse than having you for a dad.

I'll leave you to it.

(NEIL GROANS)

Dad?

Neil?

BP's dropping. 8/50.

Heart rate's high.

He's having a run of SVT. Adenosine 3 milligrams, rapid IV bolus.

I'm on it. We'll have to intubate.

(GROGGILY) Let me die...

Are you saying you don't want any more medical treatment?

No more.

I'll stay with you.

(GROANS)

Turn off the monitor.

I love you, Dad.

(GROANS)

Brendan? Yo.

Is there really a movie?

Mmm, yeah.

But really, really?

Because, you know, Stanley Kubrick's dead.

What?! You think they could've told me!

I mean, potentially a co-star. Brendan.

Alright. There's no movie.

And the dress?

Yeah, that's mine.

MINE mine.

I... like wearing women's clothing.

(SCOFFS) I love it, actually.

I just get this incredible feeling and I get loads of attention.

There. I said it.

(LOUDLY) Wearing women's clothing is amazing!

The truth wasn't really that hard, was it?

Ever thought of telling it more often?

Why?

Wouldn't it make your life less complicated?

You know, growing up in the burbs,

I knew I was something special.

So I just waited for something amazing to happen to me.

And I waited and I waited...

..and I waited...

You know, I got sick of waiting.

So one day I just decided to make something happen.

By lying? By... embellishing.

Embroidering the truth.

That, and wearing women's clothing.

Right.

There never was a play opening either.

Sorry?

I didn't get this at a premiere.

I started talking to this guy at a bar and...

..I just wanted to chat.

And after a while he made a move...

And he realised you weren't a woman?

He got so angry.

He put his hands around my throat.

So you really did defend yourself?

I'm not gay.

I just like convincing people I'm something that I'm not.

Take the full course.

And if you start feeling unwell, can you promise me you'll come back?

No embroidering, no embellishing.

OK, I promise.

You take care, hey?

You too, sweets.

You OK?

Just never had to fill out a death certificate before, that's all.

Mmm. Do you want me to do it for you? No, Dr Campion.

Your dad - is he a doctor too?

Chief petty officer in the Navy. Oh.

Third-biggest prick after the captain.

Er, that's how the old man used to describe himself.

Ah...

All done.

Well? Well, what?

Vlasek!

OK. This what you want?

Possible interstitial nephritis? Have you got any symptoms?

Yeah, a few.

I thought it was just, you know, left over from the accident.

They say here they want to do a biopsy for confirmation.

Yeah.

That's a pretty risky procedure

when you've already got one compromised kidney, mate.

It's the only way to find out where I really stand, isn't it?

And what then, when you get the results back?

Cross that bridge when I come to it. See you, Frank.

I hope that's from your stash!

If it was, it'd be better quality.

Yeah.

So Adam's taken Joan back to your place?

Yes - just to pack up her things.

She's asked to go into a nursing home.

Right. Well, I think that's the best course of action, don't you?

Because you can't... Yes. Yes, yes!

Yes, Frank. Mmm.

So... I would like you to be the first to know.

I'm resigning.

You're kidding! You can't be serious. I am, actually.

Why?

That's my business, Frank.

Well, bugger me. I'm running out of people to annoy.

No! You'll always find someone.

Mmm.

Well... it won't be the same place without you.

No, it won't.

There's this beautiful old converted farmhouse.

Like the one out at Rylstone Gorge. You remember that?

(LAUGHS) How could I forget it?

You drove me 2.5 hours on unsealed roads to see it once.

It was a similar sort of a setup,

only this one just had a nurse practitioner.

Yeah.

It seems they can't get a doctor out there.

I wanted to say, "I'd move there in a second."

Well, you should do that. You should totally do that!

That's something you've always wanted to do!

I just never wanted to do it on my own.

Think about it, you know?

Bit of land, somewhere for the kids to play...

Steve, stop. Stop.

Am I wasting my breath?

Yeah.

There's no 'us' anymore. You know that.

And this pregnancy doesn't change that.

No, I want to be there with you. Please, please!

God, you're not making this easy on me, are you?

Making what easy?

I'm not going to keep the baby.

I've decided to have a termination.