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SIREN WAILS

SCOTT: $315? CATE: Yep.

You were ripped off! No, I wasn't.

No one in their right mind pays that for sunnies.

Well, that's how much they cost.

$315. Yeah, because they're perfect.

Oh, do they make coffee or something?

(laughs) Turn left here.

They look cool.

You can go to the markets and pick up the same looking pair for about $40.

Probably, but my childhood was full of cheap knock-offs

and hand-me-downs, so from now on,

it's the real thing, or nothing at all.

It's your money.

Here we go!

(groans) I don't believe it.

Who is this little jackass?

(sighs) Might need microsurgery by the look of that arm.

It's tomato sauce.

Put a lot of work into it.

Car 978 to base...

OPERATOR: Go ahead 978.

We're clear. It's another hoax.

Another mannequin. Same funny little bastard.

Okay, bring it in. Okay, copy that.

THEME MUSIC

(SIREN WAILS)

Apparently, he leaves the same sign at every site -

"Waste of time". How appropriate.

He? Well, 95% chance.

Statistically, women don't make hoax calls.

And the fact that all the calls were made by a male

is also a clue.

Frank, I have been asked by the Ambulance Services

to ensure that everyone is informed and alert.

I'm alert. Now, you can help me.

Where the bloody hell are the Health Department forms?

Now, there is a number to call if you see anything suspicious...

KNOCKING

The Lord is known by the goodness which he executeth.

Or...

The wicked is snared by the work of his own hands.

Hello, Moses. Where's your tablets?

The wicked shall be turned into hell.

And all the nations that forget God...

Go home and take thy medication.

Unusual. Where do we start?

Stay here. They'll be here in a tick.

SIREN WAILS

He's over here.

Something's terribly wrong. You took so long. I called twice.

CATE: We're here now. You took so long!

Hi. What's your name?

Oliver Capstone. He's my son. You gotta do something.

Okay, Oliver. My name's Cate.

We're going to check you out and get you to hospital, okay?

Where does it hurt, mate?

Just...pins and needles in my legs. GRANT: I can't believe this!

What happened? He fell when the scrum collapsed.

He's going to be alright isn't he? He's not going to die?

Hey, listen. I know this is your kid and you're really worried,

but talking like that's not going to help Oliver.

So, can you calm down? Sure.

How did he fall?

The scrum fell. One of the boys landed hard on his stomach.

I know it should've taken you less than 25 minutes to get here.

Blame the guy who sent us to a hoax call.

Cate, how's that BP?

Just going to take your shoe off, okay?

Wiggle your toes for me. Move your toes mate.

It's okay, sir.

Can you feel that? No.

Okay, I'll get the spine board and the cot.

Spine board?

Just a precaution. We don't want to take any chances.

Don't say anything. The alarm didn't go off.

Miss me? Course.

Relax, the punters are sleeping in this morning. We're very quiet.

Ah, breakfast. I hope there's some bread left.

There isn't.

There's no milk either.

Listen, we seem short-staffed. Can we get Terri in, or someone?

Uh, I'll check the roster. But Terri's down the South Coast.

She's on four days off.

That's nice for some. Whereabouts?

Jervis Bay, I think.

It must be the day for sleeping in.

Sorry, big drive. Took longer than I thought.

Where've you been? Umm, Jervis Bay.

You just don't understand gossip, do you?

I feel like I will after you explain it to me.

Fortunately, Mr Seth doesn't speak English.

Otherwise, I think he'd get the wrong impression.

This will numb your penis. No pain.

Come on. You've got eyes. You see things.

What Terri and Jack do in their spare time is up to them.

I'm just taking an interest in the people around me.

Momento, momento, sir.

Can't you get it in?

Guy's got a prostate the size of a watermelon.

Want to use an introducer? Yeah.

Can you organise another catheter for me, please?

You see, the thing is, Vincent... when you're in love,

you want people to notice it and to discuss it.

Thank you. I understand gossip now. Good.

Okay, Mr Seth. Last time.

(groans) Momento, momento, sir.

So, what do you think?

I don't think anything. And neither should you.

If Terry and Jack are together, that's up to them, alright?

You shouldn't go around publicising it.

You need a hand?

We're expecting a trauma within five.

Okay, Mr Seth, there we go. All done.

No more pain, alright?

QCS 14, sensory deficit inferior to umbilicus

Hypotensive initially responsive to fluid bolus of gelofusion.

Metochlopramide was given. Nil analgesia required.

This is Oliver's father. He accompanied us here.

Regina, organise the details. We need an urgent MRN.

Yep. Jordan frame, Von?

Hi, Mr Capstone. You're Oliver's dad?

I need a few details.

Has Oliver been a patient here before?

No. How do you spell your surname?

I didn't realise they'd be bringing him here.

It's a very good hospital...

Is there a phone? I need to ring my wife.

Waiting room. Through here.

On three, and one, two, three.

But what if I don't want to continue?

Why don't we see what the doctor says.

When are you seeing him? At four.

Oh, sorry.

If it was more beauty sleep you were after, Nelson, it ain't working.

Thanks.

Alarm didn't go off? Maybe it did. I just didn't hear it.

What, dog run off with your car keys? Alright, Frank. I'm late.

Now, did I miss anything?

Yes, the Ambo hoaxer.

Apparently it's all happening in this area.

Ambo HQ thinks it might be someone that hangs around the hospital.

There's Moses. He's about the only regular at the moment.

There's Moses. He's about the only regular at the moment. Ah, the wicked shall be snared i

Ah, the wicked shall be snared in the work of his own hands.

No, he's harmless.

What about the staff?

You're kidding. No, I'm not.

One in 20 people suffer some form of mental illness during their lifetime.

Tell you what - I'll check the staff files.

Tell you what - I'll check the staff files. No way in hell. Those are confidential.

No way in hell. Those are confidential.

Keep your shirt on. I'm just stirring.

Although your judgement when it comes to your staff

hasn't been exactly razor-sharp lately.

Yeah, maybe. But I am aware of one member of my staff

who's in here chatting with you every other day.

Oh? Who?

Oh, come on. Jessica.

What's the problem?

Problem?

Oliver, I'm just going to give your feet a prod with this thing.

Let me know if you can feel it.

What about here? No.

Here? No. I can't feel anything!

I can't move my legs. You'll be fine.

Okay. BP's 95 over 50. Thank you.

Anything I can do? Uh, his blood pressure's labile.

A wide bore cannula would be good to start with.

I'm just going to put a needle in your arm,

to give you some fluids, okay?

Fluid in the meantime? Yeah, run that bag of gel through.

Von, I'll take bloods.

NAOMI: Oliver?

This is Grant and Naomi Capstone, Oliver's parents.

They insisted on coming in.

That's okay. Hi, I'm Dr Hughes.

I'm okay, Mum. Don't worry. I know, honey. You'll be fine.

I'm okay, Mum. Don't worry. I know, honey. You'll be fine. CHARLOTTE: Von, can I get a valve for this cannula, please?

CHARLOTTE: Von, can I get a valve for this cannula, please?

It's her. Get away! Get away from my son!

I'm sorry? Get away.

I don't want you touching my son. Don't you touch him.

It's alright. This is Dr Beaumont, she's here to help.

I don't want her anywhere near him. Mum...

Mrs Capstone, I'm not sure what the problem is,

but maybe you should wait until we stabilise Oliver.

Don't speak to me like I'm an idiot. I'll show you where to sit.

I'm not leaving. Not after what she did to Peter.

This is an emergency.

Would you mind leaving? Dr Beaumont has to work.

I'll go, but don't let her touch my son.

Come on. Your son's in good hands.

I can feel there.

Oh, great. Okay.

Sorry about Mum.

She's already lost one kid.

CATE: It's straight ahead. Not far from here.

What is this? Our fifth call-out?

Sixth. Sixth? I haven't even had breakfast.

The boss said this morning he was down two crew

so you can kiss lunch goodbye.

Fantastic.

Next right.

You sure you can see through those things?

Yes, I'm sure. I meant left.

You sure? I'm sure.

You're on.

SIREN WAILS

(laughs) Well, I'm thinking something imported...and in a bottle.

They do look cool.

I know.

Mrs Capstone...

Where's your husband?

He's smoking. He smokes when he gets stressed.

Look, um...I'm really sorry to hear about your other child.

Hear about it?

You were there.

You were his doctor.

You let him die.

Oh, my God.

You let someone's child die, and you don't even remember it.

I want to see Oliver.

One of the nurses will come and...

(sobbing) I want to find my husband.

Harry called his mum on his mobile on the way here.

She should be in soon. Hello, Harry. I'm Von.

Do all nine-year-olds have mobiles?

Yes. Oh.

OLIVER: Will I be okay to play again?

What type of football do you play? Union. Finals are in three weeks.

Well, I don't know if you'll be fully recovered that quickly,

but there's always next season, isn't there?

I'm not going to end up in a wheelchair...am I?

Let's just wait and see what the doctors say

before we go jumping to the worst conclusions, okay?

Well, I can move my hands.

That's a good sign, isn't it?

Yeah, that's a good sign.

Where's Mum and Dad?

Back soon.

Back soon. Oh, Mum will lose it if... this is permanent.

Oh, Mum will lose it if... this is permanent.

She's just had a shock, okay? She'll calm down.

And, we're not talking permanent yet, alright?

Dad usually holds it together.

Oliver...don't worry about your parents.

They're adults. They'll cope.

You don't know them.

Stating the bloody obvious, aren't we mate?

DOG BARKS

Scott?

Are you alright?

(grunts) Back off, okay!

It's a simple fracture of the radius,

so I'll set it, and you can go home.

Thank you. I'll get things organised.

Thanks.

Okay, Master Harry.

Now...let's see.

We've got several choices of colour for the cast...

How about something to match the mobile?

Yep. Beauty.

Oliver Capstone's? Yeah.

Fractured T10.

That's not good.

Peter Capstone's medical records.

Reg, finally. Thank you.

I have to prove to that woman somehow

it wasn't me who treated her son.

Leave it alone, Charlotte. She's too keyed up.

How was your weekend? Good. Yours?

Fantastic. I spent most of it in bed. How about you?

Ah, fishing.

Alone?

No.

With a mate.

With a mate. Must be a pretty good mate to give you that love bite.

Must be a pretty good mate to give you that love bite.

Hmm?

Gotcha.

Charlotte?

What?

Jack's, uh, landed himself a pretty big fish.

Oh, holy mackeral.

More like a Groper, I think.

I hear you've been freaking out the patients.

She's just mistaken me for some other gorgeous blonde doctor.

Happens more than you think. I'm just checking the case notes.

Good. I don't like it when my doctors get accused of negligence.

Lowers the tone.

Unfortunately, Oliver has a fractured bone in his back.

(sighs) What does that mean?

Well, it means that, at best,

he's going to have to lie flat, immobilised, for probably six weeks.

He may require surgical fixation.

But our main concern is damage to the spinal cord itself.

Christ. You mean...he's paralysed?

No, no. Not necessarily.

No, no. Not necessarily. It just depends whether the spinal cord is bruised.

It just depends whether the spinal cord is bruised.

It may be compressed from the broken bones,

or, worst-case scenario, that it's actually severed.

(sighs) But how can you tell?

We need to take Oliver for a CT scan,

so I'll need you to sign this consent form, please.

I need to sit down.

(sighs) I'll sign it.

You okay?

(crying) He will walk again, won't he?

Mrs Capstone, I need you to understand,

if the spinal chord is severed, there's nothing we can do.

But let's pray that it's not, that it's just injured

and we can give him corticosteroids to help reduce the swelling.

Keep it simple. Yes or no?

For God's sake, Grant.

The doctor just said, he doesn't know yet.

Don't bloody snap at me. What about the scene you...

Have I said anything about you letting him play football?

Not for about 15 minutes.

Vincent, Oliver's BP's dropped to 85 systolic.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Um, what's happening?

Wait in there. We'll be with you soon as we can.

FRANK: Oliver? Can you hear me?

Open your eyes.

Oliver?

He's obtunded. I'll have to tube him.

I'll take him. Size 6 ET tube.

I'll take him. Size 6 ET tube. Are you sure you want to be here? What are they doing?

Are you sure you want to be here? What are they doing?

We're putting a tube down to protect his airway and help him breathe.

Look, it might be better if you waited outside, okay?

NAOMI: I can't believe this is happening.

I can't visualise his vocal cords. Cricoid pressure.

Come on, let the doctors do their work.

Piss off!

He's hypotensive, BP's 80 systolic. Pump those fluids through, please.

Has he been given any blood? No. He's been crossmatched.

Okay, if they're not through, get some O Positive up.

Come on...

Okay, I'm in.

Is he going to be okay?

I think you should wait outside.

We're in the way.

Go, if you can't stand seeing what you've done.

That's right. Walk out on your son.

Don't start. Shut up!

This isn't the place to bicker. Get out - now.

Calm down, Scott.

A kid may be paralysed because of this jerk.

Arriving earlier might not have helped.

Wouldn't have hurt. True,

but losing your cool won't help.

I'm sorry but I'm not finding this amusing any more.

It's really starting to piss me off.

It's really starting to piss me off. RADIO: Car 978, what's your status?

RADIO: Car 978, what's your status?

Car 978, we're at Headquarters dropping off the latest mannequin.

RADIO: We have a job at Tinsdale Nursing Home...

Scott, we've got another job.

RADIO: ..an elderly female involved in a fall.

Car 978, on the case.

So, umm, Oliver's gone to X-ray.

We're scanning his abdomen, his neck and his spine.

There's some concern that he may have some internal bleeding.

Could be the cause of the sudden drop in blood pressure.

I don't believe this.

I'm sorry, his condition's now very serious.

First, you tell us he might be paralysed,

now you're saying he could bleed to death?

No, I'm not saying that.

Just promise me he won't die!

I'm sorry, I can't make those sorts of promises.

The ambulance takes forever, you bring us to this place,

and you seem to have no friggin' idea what's goin' on!

You need to calm down. Calm?

My son could be a cripple or dead. Don't say that!

You'll bring on the worst!

Me? You cow, you superstitious cow.

You and your goddamn superstitions. Face facts for once in your life.

Facts? That we've lost two children on the football field 'cause of you!

That's bullshit! Hey, stop...

I told you I'd kill you if you ever said that again...

Hey, that's enough! Alright, alright...

I'll call Security and have him removed.

Security? What for you stupid bitch? (upset) Get away from me!

Take your hands off her!

Calm down. You're out of here.

GRANT: Get your bloody hands off me!

You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

See what he's doing? You're all witnesses!

VON: Call Security now.

If I bear witness of myself, my witness is not true.

I'm not leaving.

Don't make this any harder than it has to be.

I want to be with my son. You can't do this.

I bloody well can. Touch my staff, you go.

Well, they did lose their other son, so...

They're giving me the shits,

but you'd have to expect some sort of reaction.

Not that reaction, and not after that many years.

How many years?

Seven.

What?!

A little bit of grief counselling wouldn't have gone astray.

(sighs)

They're angry. They're just blaming each other.

And anyone else who's even remotely connected.

Or, as in your case, not connected at all.

Actually, I was. Hmm?

I was the doctor attending Peter Capstone.

It was in my intern year.

Well, you weren't in charge. It's not your responsibility.

How'd the other kid die?

Oh...I don't know.

He came in via ambulance in full arrest

after collapsing on a sports field.

I recorded a long...(shaky sigh) resuscitation process

and then I pronounced him...dead. That's it.

and then I pronounced him...dead. That's it. Then it's a coroner's case. Where's the repor

Then it's a coroner's case. Where's the report?

I don't know.

Frank, I've completely forgotten pronouncing a 10-year-old boy...

..dead.

Oh, Beaumont, come on. It's seven years ago.

I can't remember patients from seven days ago.

Okay, that all appears to be normal.

Can you squeeze my hands?

This really isn't necessary. My back's just a bit sore. Honestly.

Mr Capstone, you can't come in.

I won't cause any more trouble.

He pushed past one of the cleaners. I've called Security.

I want to see my wife and son. Your wife's being examined,

and Oliver's still having his scan.

Do a u-ey. I don't want to see you thrown out again.

Let her know I'm sorry, okay? And the nurse, too.

I will.

Mr Capstone apologises.

(hoarse whisper) Really? Mm-hmm.

Why don't you take an early mark?

Anyone would be rattled by what just happened.

We're short-staffed. I'll be fine.

You know if there's anything I can do...

I don't need a shoulder to cry on, Nelson.

Frank got rid of him.

(sighs)

If you're going to have a go at me

for giving that prick the bum's rush, forget it.

I'm not in the mood.

Alright, but maybe we could've responded

with a little more compassion.

He assaulted a member of our staff. Your staff.

He assulted Jessica.

What's that supposed to mean?

What's going on with you and her?

Oh...Jesus.

You're lost for words, Frank. That's a first.

She's my responsibility.

I have the right to know if there is a problem or the potential for one.

Is that it? You finished? Yeah.

Good. 'Cause I'm telling you nothing.

Don't choke on it.

Could be someone who didn't make the grade as an Ambo.

Someone who blames us for not saving a relative.

There's a lot of possibilities.

You know, I reckon he's watching us.

Every time we find one of those mannequins,

he's there, where he can see us, laughing at us.

Scotty? You're talking out your arse.

Scott, we're just talking.

That's your problem. You talk too much.

RADIO: Base to 978, what's your status, please?

Car 978, we're clear.

We have a male reporting chest pain, Ridley Hills football oval -

vehicle in the car park, over.

OK, we're on the case.

SIREN WAILS

You going to take me to hospital?

Mr Capstone. What seems to be the problem, sir?

Pain. Whereabouts?

Across here.

How come you're not in hospital with your son?

You want to get the oxygen?

Came to, er, came to think.

It's alright. Just relax.

Have you had chest pain before? No.

Any history of heart disease?

I'm going to take your blood pressure, okay?

How much do you smoke?

Packet...a packet a day.

Anginine.

I'm going to put a small tablet under your tongue.

That'll help the pain.

And then we'll take you to hospital. All Saints?

Grant Capstone. He's complaining of chest pain.

His BP's 110 over 60, heart rate's 126.

Get him out of here. What?

There's no way this man's coming in here.

He's complaining of chest pain. You have to take him.

There's no chest pain. He's faking it.

What's going on? He's faking it.

Jessica... (breaths heavily)

Why's he here? We treated him for chest pain.

(hyperventilating) He's not coming in.

You okay? Alright? Slow down, slow down.

It's alright, Nelson. I'll look after her. You help Jack.

Come on. Come on. (breathes heavily)

Come on, come on...it's alright.

Sit down, Jess.

You're safe.

Oh, when is this going to stop?

(gasps for breath)

Oh, when is this going to stop?

There is joy in the presence of the angels of God

when one sinner repenteth.

Why hasn't he been seen yet?

The psych registrar has written him up as John Doe

and given him a script for anti-psychotics.

But he won't leave. Oh, right.

Up to me to shove the pills down his bloody oesophagus again.

Alright. Will you get that to X-ray, please?

Moses. Moses, Moses...

We're going to go for a walk to a better place...

..known as the Pharmacy.

Behold, the Lamb of God, who taketh away the sin of the world.

Moses, this is not a date. The unclean spirits went out.

Oh! You sweet talker. (giggles)

Regina? Yeah.

That guy we brought in earlier, did he get kicked out of the hospital?

Yeah, he did. Violent behaviour, I'm afraid.

Now he's faking chest pain. You don't know that.

Bit of a coincidence.

He's a stress-head. A sitting duck for angina.

Maybe Oliver's injury tipped him over the edge.

I don't know if he's faking anything.

I'm glad he didn't come back in with a gun.

Scott, just leave it.

Alright, don't leave it.

How's the pain at the moment?

I don't have any. It's good.

Have I had a heart attack?

Have I had a heart attack? Well, there's no evidence to suggest you've had a heart attack yet.

Well, there's no evidence to suggest you've had a heart attack yet.

Are you pleased with yourself, mate? Umm, Scott...

What do you think we are? A bloody taxi service?

What are you doing? Leave now.

You led us out on false pretences. Let's go.

He's breaking the law, wasting our time.

I don't care. It's not on.

I don't care. It's not on. He's not a patient. He's a hoaxer. It's a put-on. Tell them.

He's not a patient. He's a hoaxer. It's a put-on. Tell them.

Scott, let's go.

Drag me out, leave him in. That makes sense.

He's got chest pains and he's in hospital, he's a patient. Chill out.

Keep an eye on him, please, Cate?

Now, I would hope that the two of you can control yourselves,

just for a couple of minutes, while I tell you what we've found.

Where's Oliver?

He's on his way to Theatre.

The scan has revealed a tear in his spleen.

Can I see him before he goes in?

I'm sorry. He has been sedated

I'm sorry. He has been sedated and he's going to remain that way until after the operation.

and he's going to remain that way until after the operation.

Now, I need your consent for this surgery,

so will you sign the form, please?

We're going to simply attempt to oversew the tear

and if that's not possible, then we'll be removing the spleen.

Remove his spleen?!

Only if it's necessary.

The body can function quite normally without it.

What about the spine?

Well, uh, we're still waiting on the neurosurgeon

to come and review the scan to decide on best treatment for Oliver.

Take care of my son.

Hey...hey, he'll be fine.

See you after the surgery.

Oh...How are you?

Not too bad.

(sighs)

Dr Hughes is an excellent surgeon. Oliver's in good hands.

Pardon me for saying, but what would you know?

Uh, excuse me. Doris...having trouble breathing.

(sighs) Sorry.

It's okay.

Doris Parker - she fell out of bed at home,

she was admitted with a fractured rib, she has dementia,

she had trouble coughing and became acutely short of breath.

Chest x-ray? Fractured ribs three and four.

Plus a small pneumothorax.

It's bigger now. She's hardly moving any air through the left.

We'll need a...a chest tube.

Okay, sats are falling. Do you want a non-rebreather mask?

Uh, yeah. Doris, your lung has deflated.

I'm just going to insert a tube and re-inflate it, okay?

No...no... Okay?

I'll scrub. ALARM WARBLES

Sats are still dropping, Charlotte.

No time to scrub?

(whimpers)

EDGY MUSIC

(moans helplessly)

Doris, I'm going to give you an injection in the side

to numb the area, okay?

Sats are down, 91.

Sats are down, 91. It's okay, Doris, it's okay. We want you to stay really still.

It's okay, Doris, it's okay. We want you to stay really still.

Alright...It's just a little sting.

It's a local anaesthetic, okay?

Okay, sats 91%.

We'll just wait for the anaesthetic to work, alright?

It'll just take a minute. ALARM WARBLES

Sats are down.

90... NELSON: Charlotte...

Then I'll make an incision in your side, okay?

Okay, thanks, Dr Beaumont. I'll take over now.

MONITOR ALARM CONTINUES

Sats 89.

Okay, Doris. Won't take a moment.

Connect it up.

MONITOR ALARM STOPS

Sats?

94, 95...96.

You can start to wean the oxygen.

Suture this in, will you?

Then we'll have a little chat.

Okay.

You right? Yep.

Sorry.

As soon as the Cardiac Lab is free,

we'll be transferring you up for an angiogram.

Shouldn't be too much longer. Thanks, doctor.

Is my wife still pacing the corridors?

Uh, yeah. She seemed a little upset.

Yeah, she's been upset for seven years.

How's the chest pain at the moment? Oh, it's just a niggle.

Okay, well, I will do another ECG.

"A bit slow?" Charlotte, she was a beat away from respiratory arrest.

I just wanted to give the anaesthetic time to work.

Come on. You know how it goes.

We make quick decisions and we act.

Normally I can rely on you to do the business.

Please don't tell me this Capstone woman's still getting to you.

Look, she's just thrown me. I don't feel very sure of anything today.

Come on, Beaumont. You can't be so thin-skinned.

I need to know what he died of.

The coroner report's been lost.

I can't ask the Capstones 'cause how would that look?

Dr Campion, these police officers are here to speak to Mr Capstone

about making a hoax call to the Ambulance Service.

Umm, he's got acute angina. Who called the cops?

It wasn't me. I didn't call them.

I didn't call the police. It wasn't me.

I believe you.

But there's something troubling you here at work.

What is it?

There's nothing troubling me. Bullshit.

What about what happened today in the corridor?

When Mr Capstone was brought back in.

I'm worried about you, Jessica, professionally, and I wanna help you.

Now, let me in.

I was here the day the shooter came in.

I just dropped in to pick up my roster.

I would've stayed five minutes if...

..if it hadn't happened.

I hid under that table in the treatment room for three hours...

..and for every second,

I believed that Greg was going to walk through that door and kill me.

(sighs) I've been in counselling for months, but what's the point?

When someone like Grant Capstone comes in, I totally freak out.

(sighs heavily)

I don't...I don't know if I can stay in this profession any more.

Let's just worry about you first.

I hate them. I hate these panic attacks.

I get...I get so scared and I can't breath and...

..it feels like I'm going to die, and...

..I know that it's stupid, but I... (crying)

I just can't seem to make myself believe it, you know?

But you will. In time.

I don't know about that. I do.

Everything is going to be okay.

(wrenching sobs)

You're gonna be alright.

Doris is scheduled for theatre tomorrow.

Her daughter's coming in to sign the consent form.

Good. Sorry, got to follow this up.

Charlotte. Peter Capstone's autopsy report.

Where did you get this?

I went to uni with the state pathologist.

Got better marks than him, too.

Cause of death - "congenital septal defect."

Pathologist reckons he had to examine the heart for over an hour

before he could find the hole, it was so tiny.

Mind you, Anatomy was never his strong point at uni.

(sighs) But big enough to do the damage.

Yep. So the boy didn't die out of negligence.

He was unsavable, Beaumont.

Thanks.

All those terrible things they say about you,

not true.

Oh, yes, they are.

Ah, Zinenko.

I decide when the cops are going to be called, not you.

I'm sorry, The guy's a hoaxer. I made a call.

Really? Maybe you should've looked at these first.

Grant Capstone's biochemistry.

CK and troponin levels are elevated. Meaning?

He's got damage to his cardiac muscle.

He's got damage to his cardiac muscle. Meaning? He has a heart condition.

Meaning? He has a heart condition.

Meaning?

That you've acted like a bloody idiot.

You want to tell me why?

DOOR BUZZES

Talk again tomorrow? Okay. Thanks.

Nelson?

Did you know Scott had reported Grant Capstone?

Er, yeah. Just found out.

(sighs) I don't think I can work with him any more.

He's too unstable.

This morning, for the first time, wewere starting to get along.

We had a joke and...

..then we got called out to the hoax with the hanging mannequin

and he snaps and goes off... I-I can't handle it.

Has he opened at all since you started working with him?

Don't do your psych stuff with me.

No...I just think there's something you should know.

Well, he's in recovery and...

in about 30 minutes, they're going to transfer him up to Ward 12.

Can I wait for him up there?

Can I wait for him up there? Yeah. 'Course you can.

Yeah. 'Course you can.

Uh, the other good news is that when Oliver woke up,

he was able to move his right foot.

Just a little, but enough to prove to us

that his spinal cord's not severed.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you!

I'll get one of the staff to take you up to the ward.

That's good news about Oliver. Yep.

Naomi, I'm sorry I don't remember your other son.

I understand how that makes me sound to you.

Really?

Peter had a hole in his heart so small

that there wasn't anything anyone could've done.

Maybe, if you could start to accept that,

it may help you and your family move on.

(sighs)

This is a counselling service.

They offer support for grieving families.

Thanks.

So where are you buying me that beer?

Cougars or some other funky bar?

Scotty...We had a bet. You lost.

Scotty...We had a bet. You lost. Here. Enjoy.

Here. Enjoy.

I don't want your money. Let's just go for a drink.

I'm busy. Doing what?

Cate. I'm not interested, okay?

It's just a beer.

I thought you might like some company.

Why would I want the company?

It's up to you, Scott.

I'll see you tomorrow.

NIGHTMARISH, ECHOEY BARKING

Dad?

DOG CONTINUES BARKING

Dad?