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KNOCK ON DOOR

Hi.

I'm sorry to turn up unannounced... but I missed you.

They're beautiful.

And I'm sorry. Can I come in?

Actually, I was just going to bed. It's pretty late.

Or you're still avoiding me.

I'm not trying to avoid you. I told you I had a busy week.

Busy keeping Nelson on side. It's nothing to do with Nelson.

Let's not have this argument again.

I don't know why you're defending him.

I'm not defending him.

It's about your attitude towards my career,

which you seem to find amusing, and I don't.

No, I don't. I know it's serious for you.

But Nelson thinking that he has a chance with you - I find that funny.

I'm going to bed. Sorry. Listen, wait.

I came here to sort things out with you, not make them worse.

So, can we just start over, please?

Look, the flowers are beautiful, Jack, but you should've called.

'Cause I'm just too tired, okay?

Okay?

'Night. 'Night.

(sighs)

I am in love with you.

I just wanted you to know that.

FRANK: What are you still doing here?

Catching up on paperwork, you'd be happy to know.

No, really, I admire the cavalier way you've let things go to the dogs.

We're understaffed. I've done a lot of nursing on the floor.

Sure.

How was your Heads of Department meeting?

Thrill a minute, mate.

Actually, your name came up, as a matter of fact.

An incident in which a certain Nursing Unit Manager

physically assaulted a doctor in full view of the public.

Who made the report?

Came from the head of HR, who wanted to know what action had been taken.

I said I thought you were big enough and ugly enough

to sort out your own problems, but it appears I'm in a minority.

They want to pursue it? Yep.

They're going to interview Jack tomorrow.

You can't be serious. It was personal.

Don't be so bloody naive, Curtis.

You can't go around punching doctors without there being some fallout.

So, what can I expect tomorrow?

Jack and you are such good mates, I'm sure he'll smooth things over.

Personally, mate, I couldn't give a rats.

I don't know your history with Terri,

but if this vindictive bullshit

between you and Quade costs you your job,

it's your own stupid fault.

Goodnight. Sleep tight.

THEME MUSIC

RADIO: Car 978, are you clear for casualty?

978, we're not clear. Still waiting for my partner. Over.

Copy that.

(whistles)

Morning!

Uh, scratch that. We're clear.

Two-vehicle MVA, Burke Road, involving a prison van.

Queried shots fired, details sketchy. Multiple casualties.

Ambulance and Police in attendance. Requested back-up.

Copy that. We're on our way.

Murray Blackwood. Sorry I'm late.

Is Cate sick?

No. Requested a new partner, apparently.

I'm yours from now until retirement.

(farts) Excuse me. Irritable bowel syndrome.

SIREN WAILS

MAN INSIDE VAN: Help me. I can't feel my legs!

Is anybody out there?

I can't feel my legs!

Get me out of here!

Can you hear me? I can't feel my legs.

Looks in a bad way. You need a hand?

Yeah. Prison van overturned. This bloke tried to run away.

Stabbed that bloke there, before she unloaded the gun into him.

She think she's Thelma or Louise?

Got an eyeful of her own capsicum spray.

And the other vehicle?

Stable. Heather McGill, semi-conscious.

Suspected fracture of right tib and fib.

Rescue's on the way for the old bloke trapped in the van,

complaining he can't feel his legs.

I'll take the stab wound. I'll take Thelma.

G'day. Scott. What's your name?

Barney. Okay, Barney. Keep that on for me.

Got any pain? Not bad.

Bloody con stabbed me with a mirror.

Yeah? Let's have a look. (grunts)

Seven years bad luck? No. You'll be fine, mate.

You'll be fine.

NELSON: While it's not busy,

I want you all focused on getting the department in order.

There's too many clean-up tasks left undone at the end of the day.

Something worrying you, Jessica?

You can't seriously expect us

to make up a week of backlog in one day...

I said, while it is not busy.

We can do that, but what about the roster situation, as requested?

I'll do my best. If it stays quiet, I can catch up on admin.

What if it doesn't stay quiet? I'll nurse, like the rest of you.

All Saints Emergency.

Nelson, I have been trying to get things in order...

Don't try, Reg. Do it.

We've got a multi-vehicle MVA. Getting five casualties.

Two are life-threatening, including a gunshot wound and stab wound.

Lovely. Guns and knives at an MVA.

Prison vehicle. Prisoner did some stabbing, officer did some shooting.

Excellent. Dan, put out a trauma page.

Where's Hughes? Isn't he on deck today?

If he said so, he will be.

We need to clear Acute beds.

Move patients from Acute 1 and 2 into Sub-Acute.

You guys move 8 and 9 in Sub-Acute to Ambulatory Care.

Dan, give a handover, please.

Where do you want me?

Get the FAST machine from Radiology.

They had a crisis this morning, but we'll need it.

Can anyone do a drug check? Mr Malouf needs codeine phosphate.

Sorry...

Terri, can you, please? Yeah. Sure.

Where's Nelson? What is it?

I asked him to get triage forms days ago. He still hasn't...

Get Reg to take that to Admin.

I'll fix this, then tell them something.

I'll get the forms. Don't worry. Thanks.

Please, someone! I can't feel my legs.

MAC: Don't you two lose this one.

Worked like the devil till you showed up.

DAVO: We're happy to take the credit. Easy!

How's the guy in the van? Couldn't reach him.

Right. Let's load him.

CATE: Need more fluids over here! Hang on.

Her BP's 95/30. Pulse is 150.

I don't understand why she's so hypertensive and tachy

if it's a fractured tib fib.

Let's have a look.

Well, she's pale and sweaty, and that laceration's really deep and spongy.

We could've kept working together. At least be professional about it.

(sighs) Speak for yourself.

It's a bullet wound. What?

Quick, move. Go back to your patient. I'll handle this. Mac!

MAC: Yeah, what is it?

Think she's been shot. Must've been a stray bullet.

Up the Hartmanns.

I didn't see it. I looked for it before.

What've we got? Slow-speed MVA.

Pulse 130, GCS 11.

Not responding to verbal stimuli, opens his eyes to pain.

I need a catheter and DPL. Yeah.

Von, can you cut off his clothes and get a warm blanket?

VON: Edward, can you open your eyes?

Pupils two, equal but sluggish.

Come on, Edward. Talk to me.

Got a blood pressure yet? 85/60.

I'm putting another large bore cannula in.

Put up a bag of O-neg, run it straight through.

You picked a great day to come back to work.

Group and cross-match, please. FBC and UECs.

Busy is better than having time to think.

Three bullet wounds. Someone wanted this guy dead.

Sats 93.

Someone call X-ray. We need an urgent trauma series.

Stab wound coming in. Move it. Von?

Stand-by for new arrivals. Thank you.

Glad you're back. You missed an interesting couple of weeks.

Big traumas?

Mmm. Between the NUM and two staff members.

How many more?

Two trapped - query spinal. Gunshot wound, plus fractures.

How far away? Rescue's there - 20 minutes maybe.

This is Barney Hill, 43-year-old correctional officer,

stabbed in the left upper chest and abdo,

and mild decrease in air entry left side.

Where's the FAST machine?

Bloody hell, Terri. Get it now, please.

Don't give me that look. I asked for it half an hour ago.

She may have been distracted trying to get triage forms

the NUM forgot to order.

On three. One, two, three.

PHONE RINGS

JESSICA: Yep. Got that.

Next two are on their way.

25-year-old with a gunshot wound. Female with capsicum spray.

Dan, that's you and me. Von, you're waiting on a spinal.

Oh, what a lovely change from pulmonary oedemas.

Tell me about it! I've become the world expert on CPAT.

Got some goss from the night staff. What?

Frank having a go at Nelson. He's in deep poo, upstairs.

Should I put my hand up for NUM? Sure. Why not?

Ah, here she is. The woman of the moment.

He's had morphine IV 2.5mg - he can have another 2.5.

I'll leave the chest tube set-up till you've seen the X-rays.

BARNEY: Keeping you blokes busy now. That's what we're here for, Barney.

Excuse me, Dr Campion.

Mr Cook is here from Corrective Services. Wants to speak with you.

Sats are low. Keep an eye on them. I'll be back to do the FAST.

Play nicely, children.

Nelson, I'm sorry about the FAST machine. I was...

It's okay. Thanks for fixing up the triage forms.

Okay. Administering the morphine.

Hard to stay on top of the paperwork, isn't it?

His sats are low - 94.

FYI, Nelson, Terri's not the only one who's been doing extra work.

All the nurses have been complaining, so...

..you might have a bit of a mutiny on your hands.

Uh, we need gelofusine.

I'll get that.

Please don't feel like you have to defend me

and the rest of the nursing staff, okay?

Where are the 5ml syringes? They're up there.

One bag of gelofusine. I'll have to order more.

Look, he needed to know.

Why don't you transfer to a different ward?

We wouldn't have to do all this.

That'd fix all our problems, wouldn't it?

Me transferring to another ward -

is that your idea of taking my career seriously?

No. It's my idea on how to fix our relationship.

Which is clearly not going to be a priority to you, is it?

Now, capsicum spray can be pretty savage.

How's your headache?

It's no better.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to apologise. I'll organise some analgesia, okay?

I shouldn't have done it.

Want to tell me about it?

I couldn't see anything.

Spray was in my eyes.

He'd stabbed Barney.

I just... (cries) I just started firing.

Right into him. One after the other.

(cries) I just...

Shh.

She's very distressed.

She's complaining of headache and palpitations.

She has some local swelling around her eyes.

Okay, continue regular irrigation with normal saline, and do an ECG.

Ah, I'm concerned about her palpitations.

Capsicum spray can raise blood pressure

and cause heart attack and even strokes,

so I wouldn't add to her stress right now.

I see. Any idea when?

You can speak to her when palpitations have subsided

and I've done an ECG.

Better check on Georgie.

Convicted murderer.

Do I have to worry about him being a danger to staff?

Old bugger wouldn't know how to be a danger to anyone these days.

We have a guard on him, but he won't be trouble.

Nelson! Signatures.

VON: George, we're waiting for an orderly to take you to your bed.

So we'll park you here for a bit.

Am I ever going to walk again?

I'm stuffed, aren't I? You're not stuffed, mate.

Shut up and behave, George.

I'm not doing anything wrong.

I was just telling them how things are with my legs.

You give them any grief, I'll remove your privileges. Understood?

George, I want you to squeeze my hands.

Hard. Very, very good. No deficit.

I'll get Nelson to organise an orderly.

Why didn't you bring these sooner?

We've been under a lot of strain and I...you know?

Where's the bloody orderlies? I'll find out.

Don't bother. I'll do it myself.

I've got four walk-ins waiting and three more just arrived.

I can't triage them because I'm looking after patients here.

Fine. I'll go to Triage. Reg, bring those.

We're not working safely, Nelson. We need more staff!

I know that.

They've been holding these up in Radiology. Barney Hill's X-rays.

I'll distribute the others, shall I?

Sorry, Jess, you're going to have to keep covering triage.

Get Von to look after your patients.

I'll cover for you.

Thanks.

(sighs)

Chest X-ray shows a haemothorax.

Looks pretty small.

That's a 92% on a non-breather.

Looked as if there was more blood hidden behind the heart shadow.

What's his haemoglobin? Results aren't back yet.

But, ah, BP's still low.

We need to get fluids into him. I'll write up some more saline.

Well, I think he should have blood.

He's anaemic and his sats are still low.

His sats are low because of the pain. He's not breathing up.

I'll write him up for some more morphine.

His BP's too low.

It could drop.

Okay. I'll write him up for more morphine, and 500ml of gelafusine.

Then a normal litre of saline over eight hours.

And blood gases.

That's unnecessary.

Well, I disagree.

Look, I appreciate the input, but, ah, I'm the doctor

and it's my call.

I'm trying to stop you from making a mistake, you arrogant little bastard.

No. You're being... You're being a dick.

Got the ECG. Is he still asleep?

Yep.

Good. These scans show no sign of spinal fracture, Mr Gladstone.

Then how come I can't feel my legs?

Well, the scans show some bruising.

I'd say you're suffering mild spinal shock.

There you go. Good news.

I don't believe you.

After 20 years in the can, I'm good at reading faces.

I read bad news all over yours.

Yes, the chest X-ray we performed shows a slightly enlarged heart.

The ECG also suggests cardiomegaly. I'll have to do some more tests.

How did that happen?

I only hurt my back.

It wasn't a result of the bingle this morning.

It's probably some underlying problem you've had for a while.

But we'll do an echo and see what that shows us.

MACHINE BEEPS

Twenty years. Long time, George.

It was self-defence.

Oh.

Ever heard of spousal abuse?

Yeah.

They hadn't 20 years ago.

My wife was a madwoman, Von.

I feared for my life.

She came at me one day with a knife and...

I clobbered her.

Self-defence.

Right.

I didn't mean to kill her, either.

Just landed square on this bit here.

If your wife was so violent, why didn't you go to the police?

Are you kidding?

Back then, they'd have laughed me out of the station.

Got 24 years because I pleaded not guilty.

Dr Quade, I want you to hear me out. Shoot.

I crossed the line by hitting you, okay? It was unprofessional.

Agreed. I apologise.

What's this about, Nelson?

You apologising now

because you know I've got a meeting with HR this afternoon about you?

It's about Barney Hill, okay?

If you don't listen to me, mate, okay, he's going to be haemodiluted.

We need to insert a chest tube before he gets into breathing difficulties.

You don't know where to stop, do you, Nelson?

Heather, we think the bullet wound is superficial,

but because it's gone through some muscle,

we need to take you to Theatre to explore the injury.

Great. A laparotomy.

Heather's a nurse.

Oh, right.

Mostly palliative care.

(grunts) At a, um, private hospice.

That's where I was heading. My shift.

The van just...came out of nowhere.

How are my obs?

Your BP's up to 120/80. Good.

Now, once you're in Theatre, we're going to do a closed reduction

on your tibiofibular.

Shouldn't be too much longer.

I did palliative care for about... three months.

There's no way I could do it permanently.

I couldn't hack Emergency.

Well, it's not so bad.

It's totally unfair.

What?

Heather McGill, Bed 3.

Driving to work, wham, accident.

Then, to add insult to injury,

some idiot shoots her in the stomach.

That "idiot" happens to be my patient.

So? She was aiming at an armed robber.

Heather's a nurse, Dan.

So, I'm supposed to get angry at my patient

because she shoots a nurse instead of what?

A plumber?

You know what I mean. She's one of us.

I don't like the feeling in here today.

It's the creaking of the axe over Nelson's head.

Oh, poor old Nelson's heart's broken.

Sorry, but jealousy doesn't get my sympathy.

Especially not in the workplace.

Dan, um, patient in bed 10 needs a pan.

Regina, we've got a new walk-in. Can you see to it?

Yes.

GEORGE: Cardiomyopathy?

That serious? Yes, George. It is.

The heart becomes enlarged and the walls gradually thin.

And I'm afraid there's very little we can do to halt the process.

But I haven't been getting pain.

You must've noticed some shortness of breath

while doing ordinary tasks, like walking up and down stairs.

Been short of breath for years.

Thought it was being unfit, you know.

Cardiomyopathy can make you feel weak, or you feel tired...

Give you flu symptoms.

Had a couple of fainting fits.

They thought I was bunging it on to get out of the laundry.

Well, you'll need to be hospitalised,

so, no more laundry duties for a while.

Ooh. And then what?

How long till I cark it?

I'm afraid I can't give you an answer on that.

Come on, doc.

I've got another four years to serve.

I need to know if I'm ever going to get out.

Well, most people get about five years from the onset of symptoms.

You mean...

..I've been dying all this time and didn't bloody know?

I'm done for. Finished.

And I'm going to die in that toilet. (cries)

The diverticulitis started a couple of years ago.

Pain in my gut like you wouldn't believe.

I got the irritable bowel syndrome

from sitting on my bum in this job all day.

You think you should be eating that junk, then?

You sound like my ex-wife! Ex-wife?

What did she die of? Gas poisoning?

(laughs)

(farts)

Oh. Oh! (farts again)

Oh! Sorry, mate.

Jesus! What've you got up there?

You're disgusting. You owe me a sandwich.

Should try baked beans, like me. (laughs)

What did you do?

Walk in today and ask to be partnered with Nigel?

His name's Mack. And you know I had no say in the matter.

You had a say. Got me partnered off. What'd you tell them?

Nothing.

You must've given them a reason.

I told them it was a bad match, not a bad root,

if that's what you're worried about.

Cate. Cate, listen to me. Stop.

Look, I'm sorry. I...

(sighs) I'm just angry 'cause I didn't get any warning.

Can't we just talk about this?

(sighs) What's there to talk about?

You said you wanted to be free. So you're free.

Live it up.

Sats are 82. He's apnoeic.

How much morphine's he had?

Fifteen milligrams. Shit...

What's happening? He's apnoeic.

What's his Hb? Uh, 82.

Come on, Barney. Wake up for me, mate. Open your eyes.

BP's 90/45.

This man needs blood - two units of packed cells,

and someone put up some O-neg.

(Barney moans)

That's it, Barney. Everything's okay.

Want me to set up for a chest tube? Good idea. Jack, put it in.

Sit him up. Right. There we go.

We need a mobile chest X-ray.

How'd this happen, Nelson? You were nursing him.

Ah, he just deteriorated quickly.

Right. Okay now, Jack? Yeah.

I'll get into Theatre, try to reschedule the laparotomy.

Why didn't you say something?

I think that was your place, doctor.

What are you going to do?

What would you do? I would do an incident report.

That's not going to make me look vindictive, is it?

Oh, no. What?

I've lost a button.

Um, can you see it anywhere? That drunk must've pulled it off.

Ah, what about this?

Magic!

(laughs) You're such a dag. What?

I can't believe you're not impressed with that.

Wriggle your toes, please.

This foot.

Okay, have you got any pain in your back?

George, George, George.

There's always parole.

By the time I get a lawyer, get through the red tape, I'll be dead.

He needs to be moved to the Coronary Care Unit for acute management.

We can fill in the Prison Medical Officer and turf him back there.

I can't afford all these guards on duty.

Well, he'll have to have an MRI for confirmation

and possibly a cardiac catheterisation and...

Biopsy. Biopsy. Yes.

How long's all that going to take?

A week.

Or two. Or two.

Oh, great.

What about his legs? Is he ever going to walk again?

Well...should resolve within a few days or so,

but he certainly won't be mobile until then.

That's one thing, I guess.

Yep.

JESSICA: I'll come and visit you on the ward.

I'd like that. See you soon.

Oh! My back.

Thank you.

What? Have you got pain?

(grunts) Bad pins and needles.

That's a very good sign, okay?

So, you just need to relax. Come on, take some nice deep breaths.

(Frank whistles)

Uh, George. You'll excuse me for a minute.

The orderly will be here soon.

Where's his...where's his guard?

Call of nature. You know, we're waiting for the orderly.

He couldn't hold on.

Don't take him up until the guard gets back.

(laughs) Yeah, I can see him running off.

Hey, Von. How are you finding Nelson lately?

Pardon?

Well, how do you think he's going in his job. Is he coping?

Oh, you'll have to ask him that, Frank.

Goodness gracious me, it's a miracle.

George!

George, no!

Oh..Oh, Gawd.

Mr Cook, from where I stand, you are the one that's culpable.

My staff and the staff of the entire hospital are at risk

because your guard failed in his duty.

What about your duty, Dr Campion? You said he couldn't walk.

I said he had mild spinal shock

and we didn't know when it would resolve.

Or, you stuffed up.

Whichever way you look at it,

it's now a matter between you and Hospital Security.

So, I suggest you go find him before someone gets hurt.

Look. He can't do any harm. He's unarmed, right?

He's suffering from cardiomyopathy.

He won't be holding up banks or jumping fences.

Okay, where's Cook? Let's get him into the office.

You're too late. It's over.

I was briefing the SWAT team.

Leave it.

JACK: Before I head off,

Barney Hill is responding to the blood transfusion

and doing pretty good.

His sats are up 93%. Haemoglobin's good and he's alert and awake.

So, what do the follow-up X-rays show?

That the haemothorax was a little bigger than it initially appeared.

He's got a chest tube in situ and...

1,000ml of blood drained so far. Good.

We can bung him into Emergency Theatre.

Where'd you get the tie? Very spivvy.

Yeah. I've got a meeting with Human Resources.

Oh.

Well, he's blaming Nelson for Barney's deterioration.

Look, I'll sort it out after this meeting.

It'll be fine.

PHONE RINGS DAN: Hello?

Sure. Jess, it's for you.

Jessica speaking.

I see. When?

Right.

Okay. Thanks for letting me know.

Is there a problem?

Heather McGill died on the table. What?

What do you mean "died on the table"? How?

They think it was an embolus.

They'd closed up from the laparotomy,

about to start on the leg and... she went hypoxic.

So, it could've been a fat embolus from the fractured leg?

Possibly.

Which means the car accident killed her...

They don't know for sure.

You want it to be my patient's fault! Be honest!

If your patient was a fat male pig warden instead of a cute girl,

you wouldn't be half as sympathetic.

Sorry about your patient, Jess.

Hey, um, did you guys work on the gunshot wound this morning?

The prisoner or the woman?

The prisoner, Edward Corey.

He was mine. How did he go?

He came through the operation well. He's in ICU.

That's down to the great work you guys did.

So, well done. Thanks.

He was fantastic out there. Managed to do all the triaging too.

Sorry to break up the awards ceremony, but can we get past?

Hey, hey, hey. You look exhausted.

Yeah. It's, ah, been a big day, but we had a win.

Good for you. Now go home.

Hey, Jess. How'd you go with the nurse?

Oh...they lost her.

They think it was an embolus.

Look, there's nothing you could've done.

It's just that it's a hollow victory when you save the bad guy

and lose the innocent victim.

HELICOPTER WHIRS

DOG BARKS

Oh, no. George!

POLICEMAN: Freeze!

Lay down on the ground. Put your hands above your head.

DOG BARKS

VON: What sort of joke is this?

What do you think you're doing? This man's ill.

Stay out of this.

He needs medical attention.

Okay. It's alright. It's alright.

What is it?

Got some feedback from Quade's meeting with Human Resources.

Don't play games. Tell me or let me get back to work.

Well, it seems Jacky boy's let you off the hook.

Explained the assault was unrelated to work,

that he provoked it,

and has agreed to absolve the hospital

from all responsibility in the matter.

Good.

Where do you think you're going? I've got patients.

You've got paperwork. So do you.

Don't bloody sit there and lecture me on administrative duties

when you constantly fail in that area yourself.

Listen, pal, I've watched you chasing your tail around all day.

Actually, mate, I saved a patient's life today

and you just blamed me for it instead of finding out what really went on.

On the contrary, I got the full story from Jack Quade,

but strangely, I don't see an incident report from the NUM

on your desk.

You just...get off my case.

I will not get off your case.

Until you're back on the ball, I'm watching you like a hawk.

You know what, Frank? Screw you, mate.

Yeah, I've had a rough week. You could've supported me.

Could've managed the situation for everyone involved, but no,

you did everything in your power to make things worse.

So, now it's my fault, is it?

I'm stepping down from the NUM's position.

I don't need this.

You won't leave. We're understaffed.

Oh, don't worry, mate. I'll keep nursing.

The last NUM walked out on you. I'll be here when my replacement does.

After three strikes, management will know where the real problem lies.

See, I'm going to live for that day, Frank.

Me old buffoon.

Terri, I need to review the epilepsy in bed 5.

She needs more fluids. Give me a sec.

Nelson, they found the prisoner - Von's on her way...

So, handle it. He needs to go to CCU.

The staff are refusing to take him. You need to speak to them.

You do it, Terri. You're good at those things.

He's in a bad way, but he's stable. All his admission stuff's complete.

There is a bed for him in CCU? You take him up. I'll talk to them.

So, that's George Gladstone?

Yeah. He's harmless.

Harmless? He's a wife-eater.

It was self-defence.

Not wife-beater, Von. Wife-eater.

You know. Killed her, chopped her up. Put her in the freezer.

I read that he was down to the last few parts when they caught him.

We have to sort this out. Too late.

You were wrong to ask me to transfer, Nelson.

And you were wrong to hit Jack.

So, you want me to apologise?

That'd be a good start. Yeah.

Okay. I'm sorry.

You know, as NUM of this department, I need your professional support.

I know that's hard for you right now.

Let's just talk about what a bad NUM I am.

Because you were always perfect, weren't you?

Always efficient, never unfair, never taking it out on your staff.

Guess what? We can't all be like... I never said I was...

How long was it, Terri?

What were the exact words you gave me?

"I'm not in the market for a relationship."

Was it seven weeks? Eight weeks?

Before you jumped into bed with a guy half your age.

Stop it.

Okay, I'm sorry.

You tell me, one NUM to another, how...

how should I have handled that, Terri?

Terri. Ah, Frank wants to see you in his office.

Yep?

How would you like to wear the title of Acting NUM?

Nelson resigned today. I've cleared it with the Director of Nursing.

Job's yours if you want it.

Neat freak, eh?

Not really. It's something I... caught off my last partner.

Going home for a hot meal and good shag, I suppose?

No.

Me neither.

Trouble with this job.

You get so you can't tell your wife what you've seen.

You look at your kids, start picturing them wrapped around a pole.

Doesn't do a marriage much good.

Only other service personnel understand.

Before you know it, all your mates are Ambos,

All your girlfriends are Ambos.

Your whole life's wrapped up in the service.

You wake up one day six months away from retirement,

and wonder what the hell you're going to do.

Should've got a life years ago.

See you tomorrow, mate.

You're not being overlooked, Jess.

Terri's got a lot more experience than you.

Not in Emergency. I've got way more experience than her in ED.

You still swigging back all that Emergency essence, are you, Jess?

You've got to get over your issues against guns

before you take on anything.

I mean...the NUM of Emergency can't go around

taking sides against patients, like you did today.

Know what I mean?

Yeah, maybe. It's still not fair.

So, I told him I'd think about it.

Really?

Then, he persuaded me to take it on the spot.

There you go. Didn't feel like I had a choice.

And how are you, uh, going to deal with Nelson?

If Nelson can't handle it, he'll have to work somewhere else.

He's had a bad week.

Don't worry. He'll get over it.

Same again, thanks, mate.

G'day, gorgeous. Wanna buy us a drink?

What's in it for me?

You never know your luck in the big city.

It's okay, Dan. I'll get this round.

No, no, no. I'm kind of curious.

If it involves video cameras and leather...I'll buy.

That's cheeky. A good spanking's what you'll get if you keep that up.

Ooh. Ooh.

Why do you always have to do that?

What? I'm being friendly. I work with the guy.

Um, I think you're getting friendly mixed up with totally inappropriate.

Okay.

Hello, ladies. What'll you have? My shout.

Team building or something... (laughs)

That'll be fun.

Ah, sorry. I have a prior commitment.

Oh.

You can't run away. You're the woman of the hour.

I'm sorry. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.

This is nice. I think we all need to bond a bit more.

White wine, thanks.

Look, all I'm saying is if you were angry with me,

why did you take it out on Nelson?

He'd been obnoxious to me the whole week. It was another example.

An example of you not considering the consequences of your actions.

Oh, why are we arguing about this when we should...

..we should be talking about us.

(sighs)

I told you where I stand.

I just don't know what I want.

Why not?

Because...

..I've changed a lot and...

..you've been a big part of that.

But it's just not...

Not what?

Not what you want? Not good enough?

I can't give you what you want, Jack.

Well...

..that's an answer.