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TALK-BACK RADIO PLAYS

DOOR KNOCK Hey.

(forced lightness) Hey.

Have you seen my watch anywhere?

Ah, no. No, sorry, I haven't.

Um, are you gonna be in tonight? The replay's on.

It's your turn to stock the bar, man.

Yeah, cool.

Sterlo home?

Ah, yeah.

He's in his room.

It's on the left.

Thanks.

Check you later, man.

What's this?

It's morphine.

Ten milligram ampules - full box.

Well, almost.

Can't sleep.

Cash, Sterlo - the folding stuff?

Come on, the street value on that...

Doesn't do it.

I'm a dealer, not a pharmacist.

Crap like this is for junkies.

Got a habit, haven't you?

Give me the box.

How much?

Three hundred.

(scoffs) Three hundred?!

Seriously, give me a break.

I am.

So I'll see you tonight for the rest of the money, right?

DRAMATIC THEME MUSIC

BIRDS TWITTER

Toast. That's the best I could do.

That's all I need.

Obviously. What did you do, take a vow of poverty?

There's one egg in the fridge, nothing in the cupboard.

I'm surprised I found bread.

Well, you know, I'm catering for one.

Mmm.

You have really incredible eyes.

I'm sorry. Are you blushing? No, I'm not.

(chuckles) I'm not.

I'm sorry if the accommodation's not up to your standards.

At least you didn't take a vow of chastity.

(chuckles)

This was such a good idea.

Mmm. If you do say so yourself.

Mmm.

Breakfast?

Read the papers - check out our stars.

Mmm. I'm not hungry yet.

What about a swim?

We could...

Or!

Oh! (laughs)

We could just...

PHONE RINGS

(groans) It's Frank.

I thought you weren't on call? I'm not.

Do you have to get it?

Knowing Frank - probably not.

PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

(squeals)

So, you're telling me he was seen here yesterday before the evacuation

and then discharged?

Footy injury - treated for fractured clavicle after a heavy tackle.

And did he mention a head injury when he was first examined?

I'm not sure.

All I know is that his girlfriend couldn't wake him this morning

and she called an ambulance.

No headaches, dizziness or vomiting?

Vincent, I wasn't on him. Well, who was?

I don't know. Half of the paperwork from yesterday is incomplete.

You'll have to ask Charlotte.

She's not answering.

Okay. I'll get a CT.

Urgent.

Okay, we'll need full bloods, BSL and a drug screen.

Why'd Charlotte let him to go home?

Is the girlfriend here?

In the waiting room. Her name's Julia.

She's pretty upset apparently. I'm not surprised.

If it'd been picked up yesterday, he wouldn't be in this bloody state.

Frank, we can't be sure...

I'm not asking your opinion, Hughes.

I want to know what's going on with Stephan.

He's being attended to, I promise.

Doctor will be out... Excuse me.

Julia, we think your boyfriend's sustained some form of head injury.

We'll know more after a CT scan.

Why didn't you find something yesterday?

Well, Stephan presented with a fractured clavicle.

Sometimes symptoms for head injury don't appear immediately.

A CT scan might take a while.

You can wait in the quiet room if you like.

Or if you'd like to go home...

Regina, do we have Julia's home phone number?

Yes, I can call.

It's not a great place for little Amelia...

I'm not going home.

I'll wait here until you tell me what's going on and why it happened.

Okay?

Yeah, sure.

You wanted me?

(explosive sneeze)

Head cold.

From all these bloody sick people!

Before you left yesterday, did you do a drugs inventory?

Ah, couldn't. HazMat team had the area sealed off.

Well, there's a discrepancy in the S8 drug count.

They needed some analgesics this morning and couldn't find the keys.

(sniffs) So, they had to borrow the master from the ADON.

(sniffs) When they got in, the cupboard was bare.

Keys still haven't turned up. (snuffles)

This happened yesterday?

So it seems.

What's gone?

The morphine - box of tens.

I'll head an internal investigation.

When I find the prick who's doing this, I'll rip him a new arsehole.

Why you?

Because you're a soft cock.

Frank, I'm in charge of the nursing staff, I'll handle it.

Okay. But I tell you right now,

I have no time for anybody who works here who steals drugs.

If that's what happened.

(scoffs) Oh, you soft cock.

Call me that again and I'll deck you.

I'm just saying I don't want you pussyfooting around

trying to save people's feelings.

Do it properly or I'll do it my way. PAGER BEEPS

I'm not paid to be popular, I'll do it.

Oh, bloody board meeting.

(sneezes loudly)

Bless you.

No-one's pointing any fingers.

All staff will be questioned over the day.

VON: Starting with us? What's missing?

Well, I'd prefer not to say.

The matter's been referred to the pharmacy and the DON.

Could've been a mistake.

We had missing morphine unaccounted for a month ago, and now this...

We're taking it seriously.

So our work's interrupted by these interviews? Come on, Nelson.

Von, patient care is still our priority.

I'll co-ordinate interviews and try to work around your load.

but you'll just have to make yourself available as required.

Okay, that's it.

Sterlo?

INTENSE MUSIC

Where's your tag?

Oh, I don't know. It must've come off.

It'll be around somewhere.

(sighs)

PHONE RINGS

Charlotte, it's me. Can you pick up?

Can you call me as soon as you get this message?

Okay.

We've got an incoming trauma.

This is Joey Klinger, 42.

Says he tripped and fell down stairs.

CCS is 15, no LOC, obvious deformity on left knee.

Contusion and tenderness on ribs six to eight.

This is bloody killin' me! Leave the mask on, Joey.

He complains of pain on inspiration.

There's equal air entry and no other obvious injuries.

BP?

130 over 90. Heartrate's 110.

Analgesia? Refused.

On three. One, two, three...

JOEY: (groans with pain)

Alright, you're gonna need pain relief.

Can't. Been drinking.

That's how I went down the stairs.

Okay. Let's get that jacket off. Good luck.

Back off.

I'm taking your clothes off so the doctor can examine your injuries,

and therefore treat them.

On the chair - where I can see it.

Righto.

So, these injuries were from falling down the stairs?

Must have been a pretty big staircase.

Okay, Sterlo, we need a chest and knee series, AP and lateral views.

Huh?

X-rays.

And blood alcohol level.

Of course Frank's sure it was one of the nurses.

No. No rush.

Terri, if I need you today I'll let you know.

Nelson, do you want me to get the names of all the auxillary staff

who were here yesterday?

You never know.

Good idea. Thanks, Reg.

It's called a transverse comminuted fracture.

I got that, my kneecap.

These are the fragments of the patella.

You've also sustained three fractured ribs,

here, here and just there.

Lousy luck.

Yeah. Want to tell me how you really did it?

I did - on the piss, arse over tit.

Mate, your blood alcohol was zero.

Great, I can drive.

Sterlo, can you prep him for Theatre and keep him nil by mouth?

I'll write him up for a morphine PCA.

MOBILE RINGS

Excuse me.

They told me no mobile phones.

Yeah, well, he's a doctor.

Charlotte?

Oh. Sorry, I thought you were someone else.

Joey, we need to remove your jewellry for Theatre.

It'll be placed in a valuables safe and returned to you post-op.

My jacket - I want that locked up, too.

REG: What are you looking for? Plastic bags.

Excuse me. Mmm-hmm?

Is it possible for someone to watch Amelia while I see Stephan?

I can't cope without seeing him - just for a moment.

Yeah, sure, I can do that.

I'll arrange for someone to take you in.

Just take a seat.

Stephan who? Egan.

Stephan who? Egan. He was here before the radiation shutdown.

He was here before the radiation shutdown.

Charlotte is in big trouble, apparently.

Why?

He was sent home without a CT scan

and found this morning unconscious by his girlfriend - that's her.

Sterlo, if you need plastic bags, there are some at staff base.

Hey! Are you gonna leave that open?

I'm coming straight back. That's how things go missing.

(sighs)

(makes noise)

Thank you.

We need to talk to him as soon as possible.

Sterlo.

Joey Klinger, has he gone to Theatre yet?

Joey... Oh, um, yeah.

He's about to go now.

You can go ahead and wait or we can get the office to contact you.

SIRENS WAIL

There was a radiation scare.

The whole joint was evacuated, people everywhere.

It doesn't explain how the keys went missing.

It could have been anyone, if they were carelessly left around.

(sighs) Alright, um...

Who was the last person you saw with the keys?

Uh...I don't remember.

Come on, Nelson, we both know where you should be looking.

Dolly?

What have you done to yourself?

Uh, she's been using these.

Had a bit of an allergic reaction.

Nice colours, Dolly.

Thank you.

They're not very good for your delicate skin.

(agitated) It itches!

Vincent, Madsen's arrived.

He's gone to Theatre. Thanks.

Um, Sterlo, I'll chart a script for some hydrocortisone

and some oral antihistamine for the discomfort.

And she should follow through with a dermatology consult.

I'll write a script and put in a referral with her notes.

Anyone from the nursing home here?

They're in the waiting room.

I'll make sure they get it.

He's seen better days, hasn't he?

Little arseholes think it's funny.

(chuckles) They're just kids.

Oh, that makes it okay?

We come all the way to this stupid place to end up with that crap.

If you carry on like a pork chop

every time we're called out to a hoax, you'll bore me to tears.

Well, I'm not here to entertain you.

Lighten up. Just 'cause you lost your watch.

It was my dad's watch, okay?

His condition's serious.

Someone should inform the girlfriend,

maybe get his relatives.

I'd much prefer it if you just fixed his bloody head.

How long will he be?

He'll be at least a couple of hours.

Um, Julia, I think you should prepare yourself.

Sometimes these things don't go quite as smoothly as we'd hope.

Right.

And maybe you should consider ringing Stephan's family.

I'll be in the waiting room with Amelia if you need me.

Okay.

Oh, Nelson, there's something I need to discuss with you.

Can it wait? No, it's about the missing keys.

Um...Sterlo.

Are you going to be much longer with Mrs O'Riordon?

Oh. No, no, I shouldn't be.

When you're done I want you for an interview.

I just forgot all about them.

It wasn't until I dressed this morning that I realised I had them.

I was gonna tell you as soon as I came in, but...

What?

A formal report had already been made.

The locks had been changed and new keys issued.

I took them home by mistake, okay? It was an accident.

I'm not the first to do it.

Well, we need to inform the head pharmacist and the DON.

It doesn't look good, does it?

It would have been best if you'd spoken up earlier.

I didn't steal any drugs, Nelson.

No-one said you did.

Anyway...

I got them from Sterlo.

I'm sorry?

The keys.

The last person to have them before me was Sterlo.

Oh, come on. You must have noticed the way he's been acting.

Did you actually see Sterlo in possession of the missing drugs?

No. No.

You were the last one with the keys - that's a fact.

The rest of what you're saying...

I should have known you'd be like this.

Like what? Forget about it.

SLAMMING SOUND

Do you have a problem?

(snorts) Like what?

A drug problem.

Why are you asking me?

No, wait, I can guess.

Jessica. Right?

Interesting - the last one who had the keys is pointing the finger.

She says you were the last one with the keys before her.

Yes, to do my job.

You're a good nurse, but lately you've done some pretty dumb things.

(wry laugh)

You really want to throw your whole career away?

So what is this?

You ask if I have a drug problem.

Now you assume I have.

Just fire me if that's what you think?

You look me in the eye and tell me you didn't take the morphine.

Now, if you did and you tell me,

I will do all I can to get you out of the shit.

If you didn't, I'll back you to the hilt.

I just want the truth.

I did not take the morphine.

Okay.

Okay.

So let's put this behind us and get on with the day.

Listen, Nelson, I'm curious.

Why did those two cops want to talk to Joey?

About his knee-capping.

Vincent said his injuries weren't consistent with a fall.

What's the story?

He's an SP bookie - a few unpaid debts.

LIFT BELL RINGS

Oh! Shit!

Sorry.

Need a hand?

Might help if you look where you're going.

I'm sorry, I just had a run-in with Nelson.

What about?

Oh, it's the whole Ward 17ers sticking together, you know?

Us and them.

Come on, I'd be surprised if Nelson...

Wanna bet?

(clears throat)

Vincent. How's Mr Egan?

Uh, he's pretty good, actually.

He's in Recovery. The op went really well.

Good - lucky for Charlotte Beaumont.

Frank, you can't hang her without a trial.

I can't until she gets her pert little butt in here

and I get my bloody hands on her.

Careful, mate.

If it was me, you wouldn't talk about my pert little butt.

Are you sure?

Not so fast, kiddo.

What's the problem with Nelson?

Oh, it's nothing.

Just a difference of opinion.

Jessie.

It was no big deal.

Bloody protocol issue.

That's interesting - Jessica seemed to think it was a treatment issue.

She's got a theory on who stole the drugs.

Who?

Sterling McCormack.

And you dismissed it?

It's unfounded, Frank.

Don't give Jessica a hard time

just because she's got the guts to speak up.

Who's playing favourites now?

I've got my reasons. I'll bet.

Excuse me.

So you're confident McCormack's innocent?

I'm standing 100% behind my staff member.

Excuse me.

Oh, Julia. Sorry.

The operation went very well. Oh!

Stephan's in Recovery.

I've seen the surgeon and he'll be down to see you soon.

I'll get Regina to find out where they're taking him.

Thank you - so much.

(sobs)

Oh.

Regina?

Where the bloody hell's Regina gone?

I was only gone for one minute.

Can you find out where they're taking Mr Egan?

Next time you have a break, make sure you've got a cover.

SOUND OF DRIPPING WATER

Hello?

We're from the Ambulance Service.

This is ridiculous.

Why would anyone who's been attacked by a dog, hole up in here?

I don't know, Scott, I didn't call it in.

Maybe he was coming in here to hide.

FLAPPING SOUND

SLAP OF WATER

I swear to God - if this is just another hoax...

DOG HOWLS

How are you with dogs?

Depends on the dog.

WHINING SOUND

Sounds like he's in pain.

Yeah, or crying over his victim.

Better call back-up.

Don't be such a wimp.

SPLASHING FOOTSTEPS

DOG BAYS MOURNFULLY

(sinister growling)

Hi. I'm Scott.

This is Cate.

We're from the Ambulance Service.

You look hurt, mate.

We need to have a look at you, okay?

Easy. That's it.

Just gonna come in and have a look, mate.

(savage snarling)

Um...so you can pick the rest of your stuff up later, if you like.

Okay.

That was really great.

Yeah, yeah, it was.

WOLF WHISTLES

CAT CALLS

(giggles)

You know, the best thing about you is you're normal

and it's a bit scary.

Bye. See you.

APPLAUSE

You're all just jealous.

I had a day off, during which I wasn't on call.

I don't chase people...(inhales) ..for the fun of it.

You do it to cover your arse. No. Yours.

Stephan Egan presented yesterday.

He was not given adequate assessment or treatment.

(sniffs) He deteriorated at home

and was brought back here unconscious.

As a result, he probably has brain damage.

Apart from the fractured clavicle, he had no other signs of injury,

apart from a slight headache.

There were no other neurological symptoms.

His girlfriend said he was sent home.

That's bullshit - I advised him to stay for routine four hourly obs

I went and organised a CT and when I got back, he had self-discharged.

You didn't follow through, did you?

Nor did you record that he was told to stay in his notes.

You were sending all the patients home.

There was a radiation issue.

They were assessed and moved on,

and as far as I knew he had been.

It's not bloody good enough.

(snuffles)

You've got no evidence you followed correct procedure,

so I suggest that you get some, so that we can explain to his family

why the hell he's lying upstairs with holes in his head.

Unless of course that's too much to ask on your day off.

(howling sound) No-one's gonna hurt you, okay?

You're in a hospital.

You're tryin' to put me down.

God help me! Please help me.

Not put you down - bring you down.

Listen to me.

Listen.

Uh-uh, listen.

Now no-one's gonna hurt you.

We just need to know if you've taken anything.

Any drugs? I don't want to die.

I haven't done anything wrong.

This is just a sedative.

You're lying!

Look, mate, we need to dress those wounds.

If we don't, they'll get infected.

You really need to calm down.

You back off!

Back off.

Look, if this really was the Pound and you really were a dog,

d'you reckon we'd be having this conversation?

Eh? Come on. Come on.

(savage barking)

Alright, guys, come in.

Hold him down. (desperate yelps)

(whimpering)

(whining yelps)

(anguished yelping continues)

I've got to get it into his arm.

(broken whining)

It's alright, mate. It's alright.

Charlotte.

Look, I just operated on this young guy...

I know.

And yes, I got your message, thank you.

Where the hell were you?

Spare me the details.

Look, are you aware of this situation with Stephan Egan?

Yes.

What happened? I don't know.

I sent him to CT yesterday, Vincent, and there was a backlog.

He must have just got up off the trolley and gone home.

Well, who was the nurse?

Um, Sterlo was assigned, but there are no notes.

I don't know if he spent time with him...

I'd double check everything if I were you.

Okay.

Bit on edge, are you?

You try looking after someone who's so off their face,

they think they're a dog.

Too close to the bone, eh?

That meant to be a pun?

Because if it is, it's not very funny.

Where are you injecting?

Between your toes...

..or in your dick?

They'll figure it out eventually.

You're really losing it.

No, Sterlo, that's you.

JACK: You know, I did not see this coming at all.

After weeks of sexually harassing me you didn't see it coming.

I'd written you off. As what?

Oh...an ice maiden.

(soft laugh)

No, as someone who really wanted to start enjoying her life again,

but didn't know how.

That's why you're not a NUM any more, isn't it?

Less responsibility, more time to yourself.

Maybe.

You really should stop talking so much, you know.

You might accidentally expose yourself.

Well, I...you know.

I dunno, gosh.

I've had a complicated life - I wouldn't know where to start.

Look, I know you've been married and I know what happened.

I heard. It's okay.

I'm going to take a shower.

Did you escort him to X-ray?

Yes. I was waiting with him.

Then the shit hit the fan with the radiation thing.

When I got back to pick him up, he'd gone.

I assumed someone had cleared him.

Well, if he went to X-ray there should be a scan and there isn't.

Look, maybe they evacuated before it happened.

(stammers) Or maybe paperwork got screwed up in the processs.

I-I don't know.

(sighs) Okay.

Thanks.

There it is, right there.

Oh, I'm so silly.

Dolly, you're not silly.

We can fix you right up.

Dolly.

What happened? I thought you went home.

She had a bit of a fall getting into the van on her way out.

Fractured NOF.

Not your hip again.

Dolly, I've managed to get you on the Theatre list for today,

so I'll be seeing you very soon.

Can you prep her for Theatre, please, Sterlo?

Nil by mouth, IV fluids as charted and pressure area care.

Okay, Dolly, I'm gonna need to take away your valuables

before you go to Theatre.

Is it okay if I get your rings and your watch?

Oh, but I...I haven't taken my rings off since the day I was married.

Don't worry. We'll look after them.

Sterlo.

Ah, you're a good boy.

Curtis, what's the score?

Made an arrest yet? I'm still interviewing the staff.

So far there's nothing to go on.

Maybe you're asking the wrong questions?

(snuffles)

Well, come on, you must have your suspicions.

Well, as far as I can ascertain, it's no-one on this shift.

(sighs) Don't make me have to call the cops.

We don't need the publicity.

My chest hurts!

Alright, the doctor's on his way.

Let's put this on - help you breathe, eh?

Chest pain.

Okay, I'm going to get the ECG.

ALARM TONE SOUNDS

Oh.

ALARM JANGLES

Dolly, Dolly.

Dolly?

VT. I'll get the defib.

(fierce) Would you bloody do something?

ALARM CONTINUES

What's up?

She's in VT.

We'll shock at 200 joules.

One ml adrenaline IV. Got it.

Come on, Dolly, not now. Not today.

Charge 200 joules.

Clear!

Again.

Clear!

And again. Charge 360.

Clear.

Hang on. We've got sinus, we've got an output.

(relieved sigh)

(panting)

Sterlo. How's Dolly?

(crestfallen) Oh, no.

What? Oh, no she's fine.

She's fine! Oh, good. Good.

Only she's gotta be admitted to CCU.

Can you organise the paperwork? Yeah, sure.

Oh, no, I can't.

I can't leave the desk - Frank. Frank.

Um, well, I'll cover till you get back.

Alright, yeah.

Oh, Von. Have you got a minute?

VON: Oh, for you, Nelson...

I remember him well.

Because he was the last patient before the evacuation?

No, because he was wearing the same football jumper

my son wears on weekends - Under 20s.

You can't help it, a young guy comes in here with head or neck injuries

and your heart sinks.

and your heart sinks. So you did the CT scan?

So you did the CT scan?

No, I came out to warn him we were running behind

and he was off the trolley.

He wanted to go home.

Was his nurse with him? Yeah, he seemed quite agitated.

He had no neuro symptoms when I assessed him.

I mean the nurse.

He was in a hurry, quite flustered, short tempered.

He basically told Mr Egan to go home

and only come back if he had new symptoms.

Thought it a bit strange, myself.

Thanks.

Okay, well, I need to reschedule.

Sterlo.

Sterlo!

Where are you going?

I'm just on my break.

You alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You should have told me...

..you were taking a break.

I'm sorry.

I'll be back in half an hour.

Regina.

Got the key to the valuables safe?

I need to get Joey Klinger's jacket and belongings.

Ta.

Who was the last person to use it?

Uh, Sterlo, I think.

The only time I left the desk was to organise Dolly's transfer papers.

Who asked you to do that?

Uh, Sterling. I need to speak to him immediately.

Take a number.

No. Thanks, Reg.

Thank you for calling.

Okay.

Something wrong?

Apparently, the missing drugs - it was Sterlo.

Oh, you're kidding me.

No.

I'm going to go in, okay?

Why?

Because I feel like I should.

Then you can go to that family thing.

Hmm.

Hey.

I'm not just getting rid of you.

Okay.

So we're gonna do this again?

Don't nick anything on your way out.

DOOR KNOCK

(grunts)

I just got back from ICU.

Stephan Egan is awake and responding.

Neuro obs are stable, GCS 14.

I thought you'd be happy to know. Mmm.

Oh...incident report.

Tracked down the radiologist - hers is included.

Despite Sterlo's error of judgement,

thanks to my fabulous communication skills,

Julia is coming to the conclusion Stephan was sent home

with instructions to return if his symptoms got worse.

(sniffs) Doesn't excuse you from not following through.

You know what?

Not even you can ruin my day today.

See ya.

Um, about today.

I should have left you out of it.

Uh, no...

Uh...I should have listened.

I'm sorry.

I dobbed on a colleague.

That's...always a great day.

You weren't the one who did anything wrong.

I'll see you tomorrow. Yep.

And I'll see you at home.

You know...

I didn't listen because I didn't want to.

You gave him a chance.

He blew it.

Not your fault.

I'd do the same again.

Fair enough.

You were backing what you believed.

Just a pity you got it all wrong.

(loud thud)

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

DOOR KNOCK

(switches off TV)

DOOR CREAKS

(sighs)

DOG HOWLS