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MAN ON TWO-WAY: This is car 978 requesting backup.

Multi-vehicle MVA.

Truck swerved to avoid cyclist,

collided with hearse and at least two other cars.

Unknown number of casualties.

WOMAN ON TWO-WAY: Copy that, 978.

CATE: No. I need you to stay here. Try not to move, okay?

CRYING

Please, God, no.

SIRENS WAIL

How are you going?

I'll be back for you in a sec, okay?

Johnno's about five minutes away. We should finish the tagging.

He's white label.

(cries)

Okay, who's red?

Young driver in the hearse.

And the girl and the dad in the car - they're orange.

(cries)

Please, hurry. My daughter and my husband in the car.

In the car.

Please help them!

Sorry, I'm going to need to check you over.

Cate, this guy's in a lot of pain.

Can you draw him up some more analgesic.

I'll be right back.

My wife...

She's alright. She's with your son.

You must be the birthday girl.

We were on our way to the restaurant.

She's alright. My partner's taking care of her.

Sir, can you just leave this mask on and try and relax for me.

It's okay.

Zoe, are you in any pain?

No.

How about that - can you feel that? No, I can't feel anything.

Okay. It's okay.

We're going to get you out of here fast as we can.

Cate.

Can you radio control - get MIU to request a chopper.

Yep.

978 to base.

WOMAN: Go ahead, 978.

Requesting an aero-medical retrieval of a 16-year-old female MVA patient

with suspected spinal injuries.

Please advise an ETA.

Copy that, 978. Will do.

Can everyone just step aside? Thank you.

I'll sort this bloke out.

Hey, you! It's not a tourist attraction, mate.

Get back in your car.

I'd love to, mate. Unfortunately, I'm a doctor.

That means I stay.

Well, that's great. So we'll see you again.

Morning. Morning.

Alison Newell showing you off to the big wigs, is she?

Dr Horace Briggs back from the Royal Hampstead Hospital in London,

looking for a posting here.

Word is that they're replacing Frank.

What? Giving him the chop.

When? Today.

THEME MUSIC

Who the hell are you?

Dan Goldman. I'm just on my way to way to work. I'm an RN.

Where's your ID?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

This isn't the time for smart-arse jokes. Where's your ID?

Okay, you know the tagging system? Yeah.

I want you to check the green tags, make sure they won't drop dead on us.

Then relieve Johnno in the hearse, so he can treat some of the others.

The boy's GCS is borderline so watch his neurostatus and keep me posted.

You got that? Got it.

(woman cries)

Hello there. Let's have a look at this arm.

Only a bit of a cut. Go help the others.

Who's the bloody doctor here?

This is my favourite shirt.

This is mine. So we're even.

You've got a deep laceration here. You're going to need stitches.

Fine by me. Sorry about this.

Don't rip me arm off. I'll be all lopsided.

You won't need it. Won't have a sleeve to put it in.

Bit of joker, aren't you? Got a million of them.

By the look of this, you've damaged one of the major blood vessels.

Put a pressure bandage on it.

I want you to hold that as tight as you can.

I haven't had an accident in over 40 years.

You did bloody well to stop when you did.

Not too bad for an old bloke, eh?

How's it going?

Just watch the arm. It should be alright for a while.

Who's next? Oh, the guy in the hearse.

You should take a look at him. He's deteriorating.

Hey.

Do us a favour, son - see if Edgar's okay.

Edgar? He's in the back.

I can't see anyone.

CAT MIAOWS

Oh, there he is! Heard his own name.

How's it going, puss?

Can you hear me? Open up your eyes if you can.

His respirations are shallow.

We can't transport him in this state. We'll have to incubate him.

I reckon he's a grade 3.

FRANK: Yep. Grade 3.

Be good if you could come back to All Saints with us.

I was already going there anyway. I have an agency shift in theatre.

Car 978 responding.

You're not keen?

The NUM's hard to get along with.

Ever worked in ED? Yeah, heaps.

But apparently, the Director of Emergency's a tyrant - steer clear.

Yeah, he's a bloody tyrant, but he's brilliant.

Chopper's on its way.

Yeah, I've been asked to check bed status

because we have to move out as many as we can.

And in again...

Could I have a word, please?

We are getting all the victims from the MVA.

Oh, let that out.

Including the airlift?

Mm-hm. Spinal injuries are going straight to ICU.

What about St Angela's? They're on red.

Yeah, course they are.

I'll let the patients know they're in for a long wait.

Yeah, we know. Clear the decks.

Just hang on. Nelson, they want to speak with you.

I'll take it at staff base.

Go through category 3 or 4 patients with Terri. Reassess, if necessary.

Refer the category 5 patients to the medical clinic or their GP.

Or they could sit around complaining all day.

Patients complain - come on!

Seen Frank? Ah, not yet.

Is it asking too much to expect a director of emergency

to be on time for once?

Well, maybe he knows he's getting shafted.

Okay, bring him around to the back and up a bit.

HELICOPTER WHIRRS

(speaks Greek)

Look what you've done! Look what you've done!

It's all your fault!

Sorry!

Sorry? This is my daughter they're taking away.

She can't move her legs.

The kid on the bike shot out. I couldn't go anywhere.

(yells in Greek) I'm sorry...

You shouldn't be walking around. Please come and sit down.

(cries) He killed my son!

Go sit down, mate. He killed my son!

Don't take him, please. Don't take him, please.

Please, Mrs Caridakis, calm down. See if you can breathe.

This is my husband. I want to go with him.

You can't go with him.

Mrs Caridakis, listen to me - he's in very good hands.

He's in very good hands.

I'll ring through to the hospital and find out how your daughter's doing

as soon as she gets there, okay?

You understand?

Truck driver must be feeling terrible right now.

He was lucky.

At least he wasn't badly injured.

Not physically.

You're getting an airlifted patient from an MVA.

I want you to call in with the status as soon as the doctor's seen her.

Ah, yep, it's a Zoe Caridakis.

She's a 16-year-old female, suspected spinal injuries.

Thanks, mate.

Here we go.

This is Joe McLean, driver of vehicle,

deep lacerations to his right arm.

Substantial blood loss, pressure dressing in place.

Right. Nice job.

Wasn't me. It was Frank. What's he doing out there?

Being ringmaster of the circus. Lucky he came by.

Shayne Cooper, patient in an MVA, transient GCS at the scene.

Due to respiratory depression, GCS has deteriorated to 8.

Vital signs cannulated and Hartmann's bag...

I'll take that. Thanks. Gotta go.

Supposed to be in theatre 30 minutes ago.

Help us transfer him first. Hang on, who's he?

Later. Dan.

Portable X-ray, urgent head CT. I'll do bloods crossmatch.

Ah, possible seatbelt and head injuries.

And back. Oh, God.

Oh...

Chase up that CT, will you? Ventilator tubing.

What's his GCS? Uh, six.

You familiar with these ventilators? Yep.

Okay, I want you to hyperventilate him until we get the CT results.

Keep his PAC/02 about 30.

Probable closed head injury.

Ventilated.

Fluid's nearly through, what do you want me to put up?

Start a mannitol 20% infusion.

He'll need an NG and an IDC inserted.

How did you get roped into this? Registered nurse.

Just pulled over to see if I could help out.

That'll teach you.

Anyone done a blood guess on him? Nup.

Okay.

I really have to go. Theatre's going to be wondering where I am.

Blame me - everyone else does. I'm the tyrant who runs the joint.

How are we going here?

Ah, he's settled since the morphine but BP's still borderline.

How much morphine has he needed so far?

10mg in 2.5 increments.

I just crosschecked him for four units of blood.

What does his FAST show?

Three fluid, possible bleed. We're waiting on a CT.

Foot's a mess. It's a severe crush injury.

You'll have to wet dress that to keep it clean.

We're waiting on the Orthopaedic and Vascular Registrars to review that.

How long do you plan on waiting? They're on their way.

You haven't got much time.

I'm not touching it till they get here.

If he loses blood supply, he'll lose his foot.

I'm aware of that.

Then give him a friggin' tetanus and get the registrars here now.

You missed two shifts on the weekend. Put me in a whole lot of bloody shit.

If you look at my HR file,

you'll see I have an exclusion for weekend work,

which I arranged before I even started my rotation.

I've got better things to do than read your file.

You're not that interesting. So in future, remind me.

If you're so much as a minute late from now on,

I'll come down on you like a tonne of bricks.

Excuse me... What?

Dr Nule's on her way to see you. Tell her she can wait.

Oh, alright. I'll sort her out when she gets here.

Keep me posted.

Hypocrite.

No, you get the trauma call like everyone else.

So, why haven't you sent someone?

What's so bloody important? Sorry to interrupt.

I don't appreciate being dragged away from a patient.

Frank, this is Dr Briggs who's just back from Royal Hampstead in London.

How jolly. What's this got to do with my department?

I'd like Dr Briggs to supervise here

while you and I discuss a new direction for the ED.

I'm not going anywhere.

If it's important, spit it out. Otherwise stop wasting my time.

Dr Campion, we need to talk. Please hand over to Dr Briggs.

Stuff Briggs! No offence, mate.

We're in the middle of a major multiple trauma here.

I'm not stepping down for some paper-pushing exercise with you.

So either make yourself useful, Alison, or disappear.

Oh, Frank. Look, there's something...

Don't bother. I already know.

You do? Yes.

Alison's ringing around getting complaints about me

so she can persuade the CEO to replace me, right?

Yeah, something like that.

What are you going to do?

Don't know. I'll think about it later.

It might not be so bad. You know, different job.

Take the pressure off... Pressure?

What bloody pressure? This is a walk in the park.

It'll give you more time with Kathleen.

This isn't about Kathleen. This is between Newell and me.

If she thinks I'm giving up this job without a fight

she's got rocks in her head.

Okay, so maybe I'm behind in my paperwork. So what?

She's never been able to fault me on my clinical ability.

No. You're a great doctor, Frank. Bloody oath I am.

Yeah. You know, but you rub people up the wrong way.

The patients are my priority.

It's just if you want to keep your job, you might have to compromise.

Go back to work.

Well, that went well.

I'm going to give Dr Briggs a tour of the department, Sister,

so he can observe the department at first-hand.

Dr Briggs.

We'll also be looking at some of the paperwork.

Fine.

Nelson. Jessica's taken over in Resus, so I am outta here.

Thanks, mate.

Let Theatre know I'm on my way up? Yeah. Sure.

And tell Dr, um... Campion.

Yeah. It was a buzz.

It sounds as though he likes Frank. Mmm.

What's happening about contacting the MVA patients' relatives?

Uh, the elderly man lives alone and has no family.

How about the hearse driver Shayne?

Shayne? I think I made a bit of a boo-boo there..

What sort of boo-boo?

(knocks on glass) Excuse me, my name's Dianne Rodenwald.

They called me about my son - Shayne Cooper.

BP's still increasing 150/90. Heart rate's 50.

MACHINE BEEPS

What are you doing here? Don't start, Dianne.

Oh, my God.

Charlotte, can you please review his pupils?

Get Frank. Now. What's happening?

What's happening? Nelson!

We'd better move out, please.

Right pupil's blown.

What are you doing to us, kid? Can't pull out now.

Under control?

You any good at burr holes, Alison? He's got an extradural haematoma.

Get a neurosurgeon.

I can assure you everything possible's being done...

Don't patronise me. Dianne...

Shut up, Pim.

Now, I want you to tell me exactly what's going on in there.

And don't give me the sugar-coated version.

Well, if you come with me, I'll do my best to explain.

Oh, excuse me, Doctor. I need you to review a patient.

I think you should get one of your own doctors to do that.

(patient cries)

We'll help you, but please, I will need you to stay calm.

Hey. Need a hand?

I could kill Social Work. I can't get anyone down to see her.

Her 14-year-old son killed at the scene.

Naturally, she wants to see her husband and daughter.

He's having a CT. She can't.

Ms Caridakis, is it? Yes.

My name's Terri. Listen, your husband's having a scan...

You take me to him. He's being prepped for an operation.

No, I want to go! I want to see him.

We understand that, but you can't move about.

You're attached to a monitor.

Listen. Listen to me, please.

We are going to find out about your husband and daughter,

but you - you've got to stay calm and in bed.

I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Everything happened so quickly. I just reacted.

Okay, back to bed.

Please believe me. I couldn't do anything!

Not a good time.

I need her to understand I couldn't do anything.

Is everything okay? There was a horrible accident.

You alright? Oh, yeah.

JESSICA: Edgar? My cat.

I'm a bit worried about him.

I was taking him to the vet when we had the accident.

I'll check for you. Good on you.

(crying) Why did this have to happen?

My boy is dead. My Nikos is dead. How could God do this?

I'll be right back.

The other patients are about ready to kill her.

I wish there was something we could do.

I know. It's just so sad.

Oh, Terri. Mr McLean is wanting more pain relief.

He'd better have some. He won't be in Theatre for a while. Ask Dr Briggs.

Where is he? In his office doing paperwork.

Oh, nice priorities.

Shayne's lived with me since the divorce 10 years ago.

He sees very little of his father.

Don't you love the way she talks about me in the third person?

At least when I was home, our son had a healthy outlook on life.

He has an issue with Shayne being in the funeral industry.

It was his second week on the job. He was very proud - and happy.

And now he's lying in there.

What exactly is the problem, Ms Rodenwald?

He shouldn't be here.

I'm Shayne's mother, and as such, I should've been contacted first.

Your son's surname is Cooper. I just naturally assumed...

I need to talk to Shayne's next-of-kin.

That would be me. Can we talk outside, please?

Sure.

Shayne's got a serious bleed under the skull.

It's putting pressure on his brain.

Can you stop it?

We want to operate, but there won't be a theatre available for 15 minutes

so I need your consent to do a procedure down here.

Why not wait?

If we delay, he could suffer permanent damage, or even...die.

No - I think you should wait and do it properly.

Do it now. Do the procedure... It's not up to you.

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

For once in your bloody life, let someone else control things.

Look, we don't have time to debate this. You need to make a decision.

If this goes wrong, it's your fault. Do you understand?

I'm blaming you.

Well?

Yeah, do it. Go ahead with the procedure.

Ah, Dr Campion, Shayne's BP's increasing.

Doctor...

..don't let my boy die.

Please.

I can't allow you to perform this procedure down here.

It's against regulations.

Jessica, get a neuro tray set up and page the Neurosurgeon again.

You - you stay here. It must be performed in Theatre.

When did this become policy? (sighs) It's just the way it is.

What are we supposed to do -

stand around and twiddle our thumbs till he dies?

Special the patient and continue the treatment

until a theatre becomes available.

What do you want me to do, Frank? Take a break.

He's deteriorating.

Frank knows he's being shafted.

I just found out Alison did a ring-around

and used what I said to help get rid of him.

What did you say?

Well, I didn't give him a glowing report,

but didn't think she'd use it as ammunition.

I thought she'd tackle him with it.

Would you be unhappy if Frank left?

Well, Frank's the devil we know. What about Dr Briggs?

Too neat. He's too neat?

I don't know - he runs things differently. Not hands-on.

That's fine in practice, but doesn't work when we're short-staffed.

I just wish Alison had have saved politics for another day.

Well, she can't just fire him. It's not that easy.

They're looking for someone in Gerontology.

Well, he's not going to do that.

That's the point. Offer him a job he won't take.

(sighs) Well, you live by the sword...

Ah, sorry. Nelson.

What are you doing back here?

By the time I got into Theatre, they'd already found a replacement.

Sorry. Want me to call the NUM? Explain it?

That'd be great.

In the meantime, I don't suppose a half-day here

would be out of the question?

Thought you'd had enough of us. What can I say? I love chaos.

And I'm behind in the rent.

Well, it's the least we can do, considering.

Great. I'll call the agency.

And then we will try and find you some chaos.

Hey, Sam. If you could just sign here, with your good hand.

Ooh. Ooh, hello.

It's your shout! What do you want?

Nothing healthy - I need a sugar fix.

Does anyone know anything about this cat?

Ah, yeah. That's Edgar. Hello, puss! Aren't you cute.

It belongs to the old guy, Joe, from the MVA.

Oh. How did it get here? CAT MIAOWS

I dunno. Someone must've dropped it off.

Well, it can't stay here.

Don't look at me.

Oh, thanks.

See ya, Edgar! (Edgar miaows)

Needs some water.

Hello.

Mr McLean?

I've got some good news for you. Your cat is safe and sound.

You found him? He's out in the waiting room.

Oh, thank heavens.

With all the hullabaloo, I thought he must've been left behind.

Well, he can't stay there. Oh, he won't be any trouble.

He's a health risk. I'm sorry.

By rights, he shouldn't even be here.

Where should he be?

Upstairs with the big fella.

I was on my way to have him put down when we came a cropper.

Oh, no. Is he sick?

Fighting fit. Well, so why...

I'm too old to look after him. Sometimes I even forget to feed him.

One of these days, they'll cart me off to a nursing home,

or I'll turn up me toes and cark it.

What will the poor little bugger do?

You can't find another home for him? Tried. Didn't have any luck.

You know, the funny thing is, this accident saved his life.

So, how can I have him put down now, eh?

Doesn't seem right.

Must have a few more lives left in him.

Well, don't worry, 'cause we'll sort something out.

While you were with the social worker, I checked on your daughter.

Zoe's in the spinal unit.

No, no. No.

She's doing well. Being well looked after.

And they're going to contact us as soon as she's been reassessed.

And my husband? He's in theatre.

Alright? Thank you.

How's the boy?

As you suggested, we're monitoring him.

And in my humble opinion, we can't wait any longer.

Check with Theatre again.

For God's sake. You can do a bloody burr-hole at the roadside.

If we don't act now, the boy will die.

Well, this is a hospital, not a roadside.

I've said it cannot happen down here.

Fine.

We ready? Let's go.

BP's no better.

I thought you'd deserted us. They replaced me.

Know the feeling. Want me to come?

No, we'll manage. You're needed here.

They're not ready for you in Theatre yet, Frank.

They will be when we get there.

Where are you going? Theatre.

Good. Where are you taking him?

Just going to Theatre. Don't worry.

I've got the neuro tray. New plan. Bring it with you.

Take my calls, will you, Reg? Sure.

This isn't going to work. Here. I'll take it.

So, what do we do when we get up there?

Shut up.

MACHINE PULSES

LIFT PINGS

Okay, folks. Let's rock 'n' roll.

You can't go in there. You're not sterile. The theatre's not ready.

It's ready enough.

Don't just stand there. Give us a hand.

MONITOR BEEPS

On three. One, two, three.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

Aren't we waiting for the Neurosurgeon?

No. We're just going to do it.

Let me know when you're going to push down, Frank.

Nelson. Hand drill, please.

More suction.

Frank! You're totally out of order.

That should do it.

You got to do your Theatre shift after all.

INTERCOM BUZZES

What?

REG: Oh, Frank. I have the CEO on the line for you.

Put her through.

CEO: I think it's about time you and I had a chat, Frank.

What's on your mind?

Dr Newell's brought to my attention the huge backlog of paperwork in ED

and the high number of code reds,

not to mention the complete fiasco in Theatre today.

Do you have anything to say? Yes, I do have something to say.

But I won't say it over the bloody phone. I'll be right up.

There's no need for that, Frank. Frank?

Certified lunatic. That was wicked.

He'll be twice as unbearable

now he's gone and made a hero of himself.

He's lost it. That was completely irresponsible.

He broke the rules. He saved someone's life.

That's what we're here for.

Where is out fearless leader, anyway?

He's with the CEO. Apparently, Theatre's in complete chaos.

The whole area has to be terminally cleaned

and the entire day's schedule has been thrown out.

Ooh, I can hear the axe falling from here.

He's his own worst enemy.

Come on - admit it. If Frank got the chop, we would all miss him.

I wouldn't miss him. He's a very rude man.

(cries and speaks in Greek)

That's my cue.

Nelson, I think the old guy's having a hypo.

What, he's diabetic?

A minor detail we forgot to mention when we admitted him.

Okay, can you draw up 50% Dextrose. Dan, do a BSL, please.

On my way.

(knocks on door)

I have no idea how you work under these conditions.

This whole place is a mess. What do you mean, this whole place?

These files are months behind.

Paperwork's never been high on Dr Campion's list of priorities.

Clearly. Campion's sitting on his hands.

No. Actually, he works harder than anyone around here.

Not in here, he doesn't.

Well, once I've cleared the backlog, things'll run smoothly.

You know, I'd much rather him be

a great clinician and a sloppy bureaucrat

than the other way around.

Good management skills mean an efficient ED.

I was just wondering if you could take a look at the patient in Acute.

He's having a hypo. Well, you're the NUM, sister.

Why don't you manage it? Well, I have.

We have everything drawn up

and we need a medical officer to sign for the Dextrose.

Well, then, I suggest you see the Registrar.

This place needs a director, not a doctor.

Campion wants to be over everything.

That's a recipe for disaster. Don't you agree?

He puts his patients first - is that such a bad thing?

I'm asking for your opinion. Not the party line.

It would be better if the director had more time

to concentrate on the administrative side of things,

but in my experience, that's just a fantasy, mate.

I thought it was just the admin that was out of control.

Seems I was wrong.

I will see your patient.

Eleni, I've arranged to take you to see your daughter.

And your son. ELENI: Good.

Easy.

I'm going now.

Okay, thanks. Just go. No. No. Wait.

Oh.

You alright?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Eleni. I'm going to have to report this.

Don't.

I think that's what we both needed.

Take me to my son.

Excuse me. How much longer do we have to wait?

Ah. Shayne's doing very well.

Thank God.

We relieved the pressure on his brain.

Ah, you need to be prepared -

we've inserted a drain in his head, but that keeps the pressure down.

Will he come through it okay?

It's a bit early for a long-term prognosis,

but so far so good.

Can we see him?

I'll take you up to Intensive Care.

We're very grateful. I'm glad it's turned out this way.

If you hadn't have been here, I would've made a terrible mistake.

Well, I guess... these things happen for a reason.

I know Shayne will be very happy to see you both when he wakes up.

LIFT PINGS

For the record, Frank, I wouldn't like to see you go.

What did you say to Newell? Huh?

Oh, come on.

She must've talked to you about me

while drumming up support for her coup.

Yeah, she spoke to me, and I told her the truth.

That everyone hates my guts. No, that there were a few problems.

I also said you were a good doctor.

Have you gone off Briggs?

I think he'll make a good administrator,

but I've come to the conclusion

we need a prick to run this department.

And that prick's you.

In that case, me old buffoon, this could be your lucky day.

Why is this going to the Head of Emergency and not the NUM?

Well, Dr Campion always likes to, ah, check the clinical indicators

before they get sent to the Quality Control Consultant.

And Nelson gives the information to me

and asks me to give it to Dr Campion before it goes in.

This is the sort of thing I've been talking about.

The man's a control freak.

Alison. Good to see you're taking care of things down here.

BRIGGS: Heard things got a bit hairy upstairs.

Yes, it was a close shave. That's the sort of day it's been.

Oh, isn't it?

I've just delivered the good news to Shayne's parents

that he's gonna pull through.

And...?

'And'?

Oh, yes. My little chat with the CEO was very productive.

She was concerned about performance indicators.

Like the number of times we've been code red over the past three months?

She did say she was worried about that,

until I pointed out a few salient facts.

Really? Like what?

One, we see more patients than any ED in this region.

Two, despite that, our Triage times are superior.

And three, across a range of severe trauma injuries,

our survival rates are markedly better.

But the department's main performance criteria

is how many code reds we flag.

Do you think so, Alison? I'm not sure.

As I mentioned to the CEO,

we can't afford to ignore the human dimension.

It can be a plus if some of our patients survive.

After all, we have to face their loved ones.

That sentimental crap wouldn't have washed.

But it did wash, Alison.

Don't you think the only true performance indicator

is how we treat each patient?

CEO seems to think so.

Well, better get back to it.

No calls. Oh, thanks, Reg.

Oh, Briggs. Almost forgot.

The CEO mentioned there's a position going in Gerontology.

Apparently, it's an administrative nightmare over there.

So I put forward your name. Mine?

You have such a great reputation as a paper-chaser,

I thought you'd be ideal.

Really appreciated your support today, Alison.

KNOCK ON DOOR DAN: You wanted to see me?

Oh, yes, mate. Come in.

You, ah, did a great job today. Yeah. I'm still wired.

It's not like that every day. I know, I know.

I've worked in Emergency. There's two speeds - busy and insane.

So, how do you feel about joining the team permanently?

Don't have to give me an answer right now. Go home, think about it.

I'm in. Great.

Okay, well, the application will have to go through the normal process,

but it should be a breeze.

Oh... Sorry, excuse me. Um, the Incident Report you wanted.

Dan's joining us.

Oh! Ooh, hi. I'm Terri. Nice to meet you. Congratulations.

How could I pass up an opportunity to work with Cranky Franky? (laughs)

(laughs) Yeah! Okay.

Um, has anyone seen Dr Campion?

Disappeared about 20 minutes ago. Back to his old tricks.

Reckons he's untouchable now.

Well, if he's schmoozed the CEO,

out-manoeuvred Newell and sent Briggs packing

he deserves the Nobel Prize.

Speak of the devil.

Can I've your attention, everyone? Just wanna say a few words.

We were all under extreme pressure today

and I just want to say thank you for doing a great job.

Yes, I know I don't give out compliments very often,

so savour the moment, because it'll probably be the last time.

Well, that's it. Finish up and bugger off.

Connolly, you did okay today.

Thanks.

Vincent, I may be a hypocrite, but since I'm the Big Cahuna around here,

I'm allowed to be.

Did okay for a boy in a clown shirt. Oh. Thanks.

If you wanna stay with us,

I'll put in a good word for you with Nelson.

Okay. Thanks.

(chuckles)

Um, have you got something nice to say to me?

Nice top. That'll do.

(chuckles) You really are bullet-proof, aren't you?

(laughs) I've been around a LONG time, Von. A long, long time.

Course, not quite as long as you.

LIFT PINGS

(miaows) Hello!

Come on. You're going to come with me, sweety. Come on.

You'll be alright.

Impressive in there, Frank. Yeah. I thought so.

But you still haven't answered your main problem, Frank, which is,

"What are you going to do about Kathleen?"

Why don't you give me a solution?

I will.

Well, as you know, I only work three shifts a week.

I've been looking for some voluntary work to do.

I could look after her one day a week.

Saint Terri to the rescue.

Well, I'd like to help. No, thanks. I'm not a charity.

Try not to be so proud, Frank. I mean, be logical.

It'd take the pressure off and I get something out of it too.

Isn't it amazing?

You show one moment of vulnerability

and straightaway people want to exploit the weakness.

Are you suggesting I have a motive?

There's more than one way to shaft somebody.

You're unbelievable, Frank.

Well, let's just say I'm a cynical bastard and you are well-intentioned.

The answer is still no.

Have you ever thought that some things bring you to a certain point

at a certain time?

Where is the pamphlet? (dryly) God has a plan.

A few months ago, we didn't even know each other, and here we are -

you need an extra carer, like it or not,

and I have time on my hands, Frank.

You said to Shayne's parents that things happen for a reason.

That's just bullshit to keep the patients happy.

You think that Greek woman asking God "Why did this happen?"

is going to get an answer?

And the truck driver's life is never going to be the same.

You try to tell me Joe smashed his car to save a bloody cat?

I don't believe you're this jaded.

For God's sake, woman. It was just a bloody accident.

There's no divine reason why my daughter has autism.

Or why your husband should die.

There is no grand plan, Terri.

It's just bloody chaos.