Original subtitles

(chuckles) I don't know why I said yes.

I mean, I was enjoying being a nurse again, you know?

I'm good at it. I wasn't getting the headaches anymore.

Well, tell them you've changed your mind.

I can't do that.

But why can't I do that? I mean why do I always take on responsibility?

Why do I always say yes?

'Cause that's the way you are.

Yeah, all about the work.

Fool.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Okay, come on!

We are going out! Oh! Jack!

Put me down! Put me down! No. No excuses.

What are you doing?

Having some fun... Put me down!

Jack, what are you doing? Put me down!

No... What? Von's inside. Von's inside.

What are you doing?

I'm...sorry. Look, I didn't realise.

Listen, I was at this hospital dinner trying to have a good time

and I just kept thinking about you.

I thought, if I swept you off you feet,

you'd forget about this other stuff.

The other stuff being, like,

tomorrow's my first day as NUM in emergency,

and I need a good night's sleep.

Terry, look, it's a romantic gesture, not a business decision.

Listen, listen.

Even if the caveman thing was a great idea,

romantic gestures need to be well timed.

No!

No, the problem is,

that you don't value anything about life outside of your work.

And one day you're going to realise that your life is empty, Terri.

And all you're going to have to show for it is a gravestone that reads

'Terri Sullivan - great nurse'.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

TYRES SQUEAL

THEME MUSIC

That's everything under control.

One category four, the rest are fives.

Great.

This is ridiculous. Someone has taken my print-out.

You'll have to jump on that, Terri, 'cause it happens all the time.

My first complaint.

Oh, well, Jessica, she'll be hounding you for a second Triage nurse.

And Dan wants less weekend shifts.

Oh, girl, they'll test you.

(laughs) It'd spoil my day if they didn't.

Okay, so you've got Triage. Jess will cover you for your breaks.

Right.

Yes, can I help you?

I've got a funny feeling in my head.

A headache?

Sort of... Not really.

Any history of migraines, any previous injuries?

Any other symptoms?

What do you mean by symptoms?

ADDY: I can't believe you think like that.

CHARLOTTE: For God's sake, lighten up. I was having fun.

I don't call flirting with guys in bars 'fun'.

I call it disloyal.

I was not flirting.

Oh, well, whatever you call it!

I'm not prepared to take it anymore!

I can't be myself anymore, is that it?

Well, maybe that's the problem.

I don't think you know who you are, Charlotte.

Addy.

Where are you going?

Oh, look, it's your car. I'll move my stuff out today.

Don't be so stupid.

No, stupid is staying with someone

who doesn't have a clue who they are or what they want.

(sighs) I'm over it, Charlotte.

CAR ENGINE REVS

CAR BACK FIRES

TYRES SCREECH AND CAR SPLUTTERS

We have two MVA's coming in, one with extensive facial injuries.

Jess, can you make sure that we have a trauma team called for Resus

and that the surgical airway blocks are set up.

Dan, make sure there's O-Neg in the blood fridge.

Not taking the job too seriously... O-Neg, Dan.

O-Neg, Dan.

You know, if you're serious about wanting the job done properly...

Yes.

We need to roster a second Triage nurse on full time.

I know we don't have the budget... We don't have the budget.

It'd minimise Triage waiting times, alleviate patient frustration,

and give us more time for assessments.

Did you ask Nelson? He said we didn't have the budget.

And you think I'd see things differently because...?

Thought it was worth a try.

I see the lobbying has begun already.

You want to clear the air about...?

No need, Terri. I'm here to work.

Great. If you change your mind...

Good luck with it.

Nelson, give us a hand, will you?

MVA's here! Not pretty.

Chris Carter, MVA. Back-seat passenger.

Hit by a high-speed oncoming vehicle.

Unrestrained?

She's the bride. Didn't want to crush her dress.

Possible major facial injuries - mandible and maxilla.

Moderate haemorrhaging and epistaxis.

Let's transfer. Okay.

One, two, three.

Alright, Chris.

I'm Dr Beaumont. You've been in an accident and you're in hospital.

Were they going to the ceremony?

They were going to the photo shoot.

The husband's still trapped in the vehicle.

Alright, I need to cut this dress off so I can assess the damage. Jess?

Uh...

Do we have to cut it off?

Can't we take it off, under the circumstances?

Wedding dress or not, we have to have it cut off.

I'll do it.

No! No!

Here, let me.

I'm sorry, Chris. I'm sorry about your beautiful dress.

But we have to, to treat your injuries.

Some deep breaths. (coughs)

We need group and crossmatch.

FBC, UEC's, LFT's and ABG.

Can I get a Yankuer sucker here, please, Jess?

Chris, do you think you could open your mouth a little for me?

That's it. That's great.

Alright, we're going to need an emergency dental consult.

Some avulsed teeth, some loose ones.

Also need an urgent facial series portable X-ray

to determine the full extent of the injuries.

(sobs) My husband.

I'll find out where he is.

(sobs)

This is awful.

Danger. Frank's on the warpath. What is it now?

Bed four, Olga Vasiliev.

Ambos brought her in with back pain and nausea.

We think she's Russian.

We think?

She wrote down her name, but that's all we understand.

(speaks in Russian)

We're still waiting on a translator.

What about old notes?

Waiting for them too. Okay. Okay.

PHONE RINGS

Regina, I asked you for an NRM and patient labels

for bed six about half an hour ago.

I know, but admin has been ridiculously busy.

And you forgot?

I can't do a million things at once.

Can you chase up the interpreter and old notes for Olga in bed four.

Two words. Olga Vasiliev.

Regina's onto that.

Regina's been "onto it" for bloody ages.

Interpreters are hard to come by, Frank, you know that.

The patient doesn't speak a word of English,

which is making my job a touch more difficult,

and your clerk can't even manage to find her medical records,

let alone an interpreter.

She's flat out.

That is her job.

For Christ's sake, she's already had two official warnings.

She's such a dimwit they've obviously gone to the keeper.

Oh, come on, Frank.

Alright, I won't be a bugger on your first day on the job.

Let's start with something that can be fixed.

Next month's rosters. They're a total cock-up.

Oh, and the EQUIP auditors are coming on Thursday.

You'll have to take care of that as well.

Uh...um... (scoffs)

There's a week's work in an audit like this.

Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Gee, I'd kill for a cup of coffee.

I'm sure you'd kill for a lot less than that, Frank.

White with one, thanks.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

(woman coughs)

Alright mate, sit tight. Backup's here.

I'll be back shortly. Just got to check on the others.

Cate. Coping?

Gas inhalation, shock. You keep going.

(man coughs)

You'll feel better once it's out of your system.

Try to relax, take deep breaths. (continues coughing)

Cavalry's here. What have we got?

Everyone's been tagged.

A red one's been sent to St Angela's.

There may be another casualty inside. firies are looking.

We're too close to the site...

Alright, guys, now we've got backup,

we need to put a bit of distance between us and the building, okay?

Something wrong, mate?

No, I was just saying the same thing.

Good. Less talk, more action.

Clear those orange tags as soon as you can and get them clear. Let's go.

Who's doing all the talking, mate?

Guarding and rebound tenderness

in the midepigastrium and left upper quadrant.

Dullness on percussion.

BP, 95/40. Pulse 125. Resps 30.

Is this the groom? Yep.

Geoff, talk to me.

Where does it hurt?

You've got to call them.

It's okay. Someone's already called them.

Now, where does it hurt.

They're waiting for us at the reception...

We need to look after you first.

Come on, you need to help me out.

What's the status?

Looks serious.

Mate, you'll have to get out of the way. Immediately!

We're trying. This guy's critical. He needs...

Well, work faster, mate. We're checking for gas leaks here.

Come on, Scott, get him on a trolley and get him out of here, mate.

You've gotta love that guy.

He's giving me orders, then ignoring them himself.

His ego's the size of a house.

EXPLOSION

COUGHING

Are you okay?

Shouldn't have had those beans for breakfast.

Mac? Do you see him?

Look after this guy, okay?

Mac, you okay, mate?

Cate, you alright. (coughs) Yeah.

Seen Mac? Is he alright? I don't know.

Mac?

Mac!?

COUGHING

You alright? Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Cate, let's get on with it...

GET DOWN!

EXPLOSION

(screams)

Bring the O2!

Get on the ground!

Check out Superman.

You've got to get his clothes off and review those burns.

Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Here's the O2. Good on you, Murray.

Russian! Maybe you need the interpreter.

I asked for a Russian interpreter.

Is there a problem, is there a shortage?

Pardon?

Yes, yes, I can hold. Again.

Will it be much longer? I feel kind of weird.

My head hurts. I think I should be somewhere.

Look, someone will see you soon.

Hi, can I help you?

It's my mother, she's got cancer. She's having some kind of turn.

Okay, look the Triage nurse won't be long.

Just take a seat, I'll call you as soon as the Triage nurse comes.

Pardon. Yes, thank you.

Von, young lady there. Her mother looks very unwell.

I don't believe this.

I had to bring Mum in. She's over there.

You are amazing.

It's not what you think. She's really sick.

Yes, I'm sure.

Listen, would you just stop bothering me once and for all.

I'm taking my break.

Get Jessica to cover for me.

Okay, can you just find someone to look after Mum, please?

Yes, sure.

Excuse me. Terri, we need Jessica in Triage.

Where's Von? On a break.

Did she get anyone to relieve her? There's a difficult situation.

There's a new patient, I can't find Jessica...

Just go and I'll find someone. Thank you.

We'll fix the facial fractures with a series of plates and screws.

(cries) He won't want me. What did she say?

"He won't want me."

The surgery will fix the fractures, and then when the swelling subsides,

you should heal pretty well.

I know it's hard, Chris, but if you could try to stop crying,

it'll help with your breathing.

Guys, sorry, the bride's been bumped down the list.

The groom's going to theatre first.

Geoff!

Geoff!

Chris, they're taking him to theatre. He'll be fine.

Geoff, it's Chris!

Oh, Chris, it's okay.

Jack, there's teeth in there.

Well, just rinse them.

The dental surgeon will probably want to glue them back in.

So are you feeling nauseous, or light-headed?

(sighs) Both.

We were at my brother's when she started feeling unwell.

Okay. When was your last chemo?

A week ago.

She's had treatment before without any problems.

Where are you being treated?

Mt Carrington Private. She's so much closer to All Saints.

No, you did the right thing.

Are you okay waiting here while I arrange a bed?

Thanks.

Look, I didn't mean to cause trouble. I understand how Von feels.

You didn't cause any trouble. I'll be as quick as I can.

Can you watch Triage for me? We're going to get really busy.

We've got a gas inhalation and burns patients coming in.

No problem.

Listen, what's the story with Von? I don't know.

She was really rude to them and then she walked out.

PHONE RINGS

All Saints Emergency, Regina speaking.

Just when you think you've seen everything.

Focus on the pay cheque, Jess.

Speaking of which,

could you do some Saturday nights for me?

I've pulled the last three in a row, and Terri's not budging.

You okay?

Whoa, Jess, hey.

Breathe, here. Sit down.

Dan, I'm fine, honestly.

Is this your idea of fine?

(sighs) I'm sorry. It's just the teeth.

I haven't eaten anything. But I'll be okay.

Maybe you should have a lie down?

(inhales deeply)

Really got under my skin today.

I know it's stupid, but that poor woman, her dress.

Yeah, I know.

Imagine all the months she's been dreaming about the wedding,

and making plans.

She'll probably be off on her honeymoon now, and this happens.

Supposed to be the happiest day of your life, huh?

What's her history?

Oncology patient, I have to get her records from Mt Carrington Private.

Got a bed? Working on that.

Let me know when, I'm in Resus. Thank you.

What's wrong with that picture?

They're Olga Vasiliev's notes, as you requested.

Except, that Olga Vasiliev is a 15-year-old asthmatic.

How's she going?

Still waiting on a CT.

She's tachycardic and distressed, it's just hard to know why.

How long could it take to get a interpreter?

Call them, tell them it's urgent.

I'm so sorry, Frank.

I didn't think there'd be two in the system.

I mean, what are the odds?

How the bloody hell would I know? Maybe Vasiliev is Russian for Smith.

Just get the right bloody medical records this time

and then I might have some chance of knowing what we're dealing with.

I'm so sorry, Terri. It's such a stupid...

It happens.

The right records are on their way? Definitely.

Okay, where's Von?

Oh, look, I don't know. He dragged me out here.

Okay, look...

Ah, Terri, um...

..Jess is doing it hard today, try to go easy on her.

Why, she sick?

A bad reaction to the wedding thing.

She got really woozy in the utilities room.

That's not like her.

Don't let her tough act fool you. She's a sucker for romances.

What are they doing out there still?

They? What is going on?

I'm not going back to Triage until they've gone.

That woman is not a patient at this hospital.

Explain this to me because I have no idea what's going on.

That daughter is the one who's been harassing me for weeks.

Making copious phone calls, turning up here at work.

You ask Nelson how many phone messages she's left

asking me to meet my so-called sister.

Is Anne Linton your sister?

Yeah. Oh, yeah!

And this is another ploy to get me to talk to her.

I don't think so.

God, you've got no idea how obsessed she is about the whole thing.

She won't take no for an answer.

Anne has cancer. She's ill post-chemo.

Yes, I know that and I'm sorry she's ill,

but she is not a patient here, Terri.

They don't live anywhere near here.

Von, I think you're overreacting. No!

No, no, no.

Now look, if that girl had just respected my wishes,

right, just didn't talk to me,

I might believe that this was a coincidence.

But I resent being hounded at work.

Okay, well, she has presented to this department.

She will be seen by Charlotte.

If you won't to go back to Triage, Dan can cover until Anne's in a bed.

That's the best I can do.

How long have you known me?

Von, don't.

Ever known me not to do my job?

No.

Then you'll give me the benefit of the doubt.

Oh, Von, come on.

I knew about the letter from the adoption agency.

I knew she didn't want to meet her sister,

but I had absolutely no idea she was this upset.

She's not exaggerating.

Kerry's been calling constantly,

trying to guilt-trip her into seeing her sister.

It's a 'last wish' type of thing - emotional blackmail.

Only stopped a couple of days ago.

You think they're putting it on?

(sighs) I don't know.

Terri.

I've discharged bed five. There's a bed for the chemo patient.

Yeah, great. Thank you.

I think they're genuine. I don't think they're putting it on.

Just keep them away from Von, okay?

FRANK: Terri? Things going like clockwork?

Absolutely. Why?

I still don't have medical records or an interpreter for Olga Vasiliev.

Frank.

Yes, that's right.

Yeah, so 3:30pm this afternoon.

Fantastic. Thank you. 'Bye.

I don't know...what... I feel strange.

My face is tingling.

I'm not the person to talk to.

Speak to the Triage nurse. There will be one with you soon.

I just need to sit down. Yeah, good idea, Jerry. Yeah.

Hi, can I help you?

I got here as soon as I could. I'm... Excuse me.

Hi. All Saints Emergency. Regina speaking.

Oh, yes.

You need to keep that clean and dry and watch for any sign of infection.

I'll write you up some antibiotics. Thanks.

Hope this is a one-off thing.

Meaning?

Meaning, I don't want my new partner exactly like my old one.

Scott? Yeah.

He loves being reckless, always in trouble with headquarters.

Tell me now, so I can request a change.

To who?

Some ancient old codger with no teeth and no testosterone.

Trust me, I only do this once...

..a shift.

She had surgery and then radiotherapy.

She finished her course of chemo a week ago.

Too long ago to be that.

Not necessarily.

I'll need details of the medication you've been taking.

I've got them all written down. I'll give my husband a call.

Are the tumour markers still high, Anne?

Mm. Oh, they're pretending I'm not stuffed.

But I know I am.

I'm concerned about your raised temperature,

which could indicate an infection.

I'd like to do some blood tests and take some cultures.

I'm in your hands.

Okay, how do you spell that?

Great, thanks.

Yeah, maybe a nightie and some toiletries, just in case.

Okay, see you then.

What are you trying to achieve?

What do you mean?

What, you think dragging your mother in here will win my sympathy?

Do you even know what sympathy is?

Really?

What kind of people do you think we are?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

Look, I apologise for turning up here that day,

for the phone calls, for upsetting you.

Right now, I need to be with my mother.

And why this hospital?

Because this was the closest!

Look, my mother had this crazy idea that if she met you,

everything that felt unfinished in her life would be complete.

But frankly, Von,

I decided days ago that meeting you would shatter that dream,

and that's something she could definitely do without.

Check for an output.

MACHINE BEEPS CONTINUOUSLY

Still Asysotle.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

Adrenaline.

Frank!

MACHINE CONTINUES BEEPING

Time of death, 14:45.

That's all the recent walk-ins,

but I haven't had a chance to review the existing patients.

Okay, ta.

You right?

Yeah.

I need to get Anne's specialist on the phone.

Dead woman in cubicle four.

Do something about it.

What? Olga Vasiliev.

If I'd had her medical history when I asked,

she may have stood a chance.

Love the way he beats about the bush.

What happened?

Her records showed that she had a known aortic aneurysm about 4cm.

She was on the list for elective surgical intervention but..

She died from a ruptured aorta?

Yeah. Well, it looks that way.

We won't know till the autopsy's through.

Well, the groom made it through theatre.

There was an interoperative complication, CVA.

Someone's going to have to tell Jess. She bonded with the bride.

Okay. I'll do it. My patient.

That'll be the wedding party.

(woman cries)

Okay, she's stable.

That's good.

Now, um, how about I shout you a coffee?

No, I shouldn't leave her.

Okay, but she's going to go up to theatre,

and you look like you could use a break.

Thanks, Jack, but I'd prefer to wait until we get word on the husband.

Uh...Jess.

Uh, there was some complications and, uh,

he had a CVA on the table, and it looks pretty serious.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what's got into me today.

I'm not feeling very well. Can I go early?

Actually, I can't spare you.

Their families are in the quiet room.

Vincent's spoken to them, but they're very distressed.

Track down a social worker.

When that's done, come and speak to me?

Um, Terri, she's not feeling well. Can't we just let her go?

Are you too sick to give me another couple of hours?

No. Okay.

Can you try not to undermine me in front of the staff?

REGINA: That's right. But you did say 3.30pm.

Thank you.

Reg.

Oh, it has been a madhouse in here today.

Patients keep coming, phones keep ringing...

I haven't had a moment's peace.

The lady there, that's Olga's interpreter.

How long's she's been there?

Um, I don't know, about half an hour or something.

We don't need her.

We don't need her. It's too late.

Olga died?

Just, uh, thank her and tell her to go home.

Terri!

We need to get an orderly and a trolley.

Reg, now!

Pulse is strong.

Look, I accept that Von Triaged inaccurately.

But when he reported new symptoms, Regina didn't pass it on to anyone.

They were vague, and it's not Regina's job.

Getting to the crux of the matter. What is Regina's job?

From what I can see, she's not doing it.

I've got a social worker, done my obs, fixed the mess in Triage.

What did you want to see me about?

I'll leave you with it.

Look, the boy's parents are out there if you want to have a chat.

This is not finished.

Before you say anything,

you should know I wasn't trying to shirk my shift

and leave you short-handed.

Ask Dan. I almost passed out before.

That's what I wanted to speak to you about.

I thought you might like a debrief.

I don't need a debrief with you, thanks.

Well, Jessica, you seem quite agitated.

I'm agitated,

because I told you that we need two Triage nurses,

but, no, you just dismiss it.

Then, I find out that Von, who, by the way,

hasn't got enough Triage experience in the first place,

has gone AWOL and let some poor kid keel over.

None of us would have Triaged him differently,

even with the new symptoms,

we would've acted faster with the same outcome.

And making sure Triage is covered is my responsibility,

it's not Von's.

Your best friend, is she?

Jessica, what is the problem? What is really bothering you?

Do you think they chose the wrong person for this job?

I didn't say that.

Okay, okay, I'll tell you what,

if you think you would do a better job as NUM,

then I will gladly step down.

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

I don't think I'd do a better job.

Okay.

(sighs) Look, I need to have your commitment.

I need to know you'll be a part of this team.

Yes? Mm-hm.

Okay, well, I hope so, because you know this place better than anyone.

(sighs)

How will you get home? You can't drive like that.

Oh, bum a lift off somebody, I guess.

I'm stuck with a new partner for the rest of the day.

I requested that toothless old codger with no testosterone.

Should be here by now. Probably asleep in the van.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS Ha ha. Very funny.

Yeah.

Yeah, they said I could go.

Well, I'm up to it.

Alright, I'll see you in 10.

That was headquarters.

There's been a complaint, and the Super wants to see me.

Complaint? About what?

Soon find out, I guess.

Obviously I'm going to have to wait for Jerry's lumbar puncture results

but I'm thinking meningitis or maybe a subarachnoid haemorrhage.

I should have noticed something.

If I'd watched him more closely, or been there.

He has an excellent chance of making a full recovery.

Nurse! she's...something's wrong.

Ah, okay, okay. You just relax.

I'm just gonna take your temperature.

Nelson, would you get Charlotte?

Blood pressure's a bit low. Uh-uh. Just nice and relaxed for me.

Von, what happened?

Hypertensive, febrile, 39 degrees.

Right. She's septic.

Anne, you have an infection - I'll start you on antibiotics

and I'd like to run a few more tests.

Okay, paracetamol.

Yeah, run that bag through and I'll organise an urgent chest X-ray.

Let me know if anything changes. Right.

Thanks.

No problem.

Ah, come on, you just keep this on.

You'd have to be Von, huh?

The doctor called you 'Von.'

I'm sick, not deaf. Yet.

Yes, I'm Von. Please keep that on.

Your secret's safe with me, Von.

I'll take over now.

Hey.

Oh, God, I've stuffed up.

You were counting on me today.

Yeah, I don't know why you can't time your personal crisis

to suit my schedule.

I've been totally irrational. Now, that is scary.

Well...something is.

When I, um...

..first got the letter about my sister,

it was like a bomb dropping.

I...well, I felt humiliated...

(sighs) ..very angry.

After all those years of Mum telling me I was all she had, you know?

I'd always have to be there because there was no-one else.

I was living in London, and, um...

..she got sick.

So naturally I came home to nurse her.

It...

..it was hell.

Then she dies, I find out I've got a sister and, um...

..perhaps she could have helped with easing some of the burden.

I don't know how Mum could do that to me.

Maybe she was scared.

Oh, yeah.

My mother, yeah.

It was that ego, you see.

All of those questions,

and no answers.

So I didn't want to know.

I still don't.

Are you sure?

Terri, I want to finish our discussion.

Oh, okay.

Now. Okay.

If we had a competent clerk... Look, Regina did not kill Olga.

She's not responsible for the patient's wellbeing.

If we had a competent clerk, I would've had medical records

and some means of communication.

Thus I would have known what we were dealing with.

Regina has had several warnings which have made no difference.

Face it, we have a ward clerk who simply can't cut it.

She's still finding her feet, Frank.

You're seriously telling me Regina shouldn't be fired?

Oh, here you are.

Yeah, I'm just keeping the room nice for grieving relatives.

It's the little things that make a difference, isn't it?

They look lovely.

I don't get the time to do it as much as I'd like.

It's so much busier down here than it was on the ward.

Yeah.

It's busier, and it's harder.

Reg, um...

..I think we should call it a day.

But, I've got another hour left in my shift.

I meant permanently.

I...

..I'm sorry, Reg, um...

I know how hard you work, I know how hard you've been trying,

but it's just not working out.

I feel so awful about Olga and that man.

It's not because of that, Reg.

It's...

You're not suited to the job, or it's not suited to you.

There's just so much to do, and there are so many people at me,

all day, every day.

And I try, I really try.

I know you do.

It's Frank...getting you to do this, isn't it?

He hates me.

Reg, you've had two warnings. That isn't fair.

They were small things, and that was when I was still learning the job.

Frank isn't making me do this, but I know him,

and I know how hard he is to work for when he doesn't believe in you.

And I don't think you should put yourself through it anymore.

Well, I'm not going to give him the satisfaction

of getting you to come in here and sack me, Terri.

I'm going to resign.

I think that's a good decision.

Now what do I do?

And your blood tests revealed that your nuetrophil count is low.

This can be a complication of chemotherapy,

which makes you susceptible to infection.

What happens now?

Well, you'll need to be admitted for IV antibiotics

and treated in an isolation room

just to prevent the risk of contagion while your resistance is low.

Why not bring on the brain surgery too.

I could have a bit of everything.

That could be arranged.

Should she be admitted here, or Mt Carrington?

That's up to you, really.

I think we should stick with the private, don't you?

I'm easy.

Since when?

(laughs) Let me know when you've made a decision.

Oh, um...I've got to fill out some notes.

I should probably ring Colin and let him know.

Good idea, darling.

Feeling better?

God, no. I'm cracking up in every direction.

Always knew I would, eventually.

Couldn't give up the fags.

You never replied to my second letter.

I never read it.

So that's where I get the stubborn streak from, is it?

Me? Stubborn?

(laughs drily) You didn't meet your mother.

What did it say, the letter?

Well, I could repeat word for word. I rewrote it so many times.

But the gist of it was,

"Can we meet and talk about our mother?"

Well, it may not be what you want to hear.

(laughs) 'Night, Liam. See you next time.

What are you doing here?

Oh, thought I might find myself a drinking partner.

Oh, yeah?

That's me, is it?

Mm. Looks like you'll have to do.

What happened? What did they say to you?

Somebody reported me for putting myself in unnecessary danger.

Got a rap over the knuckles for it.

What, who? One of our guys?

Oh, here come's the culprit now.

Oi!

Mac.

Listen.

You were right to put in that report on me.

Should've let the firies put that bloke out. They had the gear on.

And I was telling you blokes to hang back and then going in there.

I couldn't have got myself killed. No hard feelings?

Uh, yeah, no worries.

Let's go down to Cougars and grab ourselves a coldie.

My treat.

Beauty. Count me in.

Good-o.

Uh, sorry, I got plans.

Alright. We'll meet you down there?

You're with me, squirt.

'Night.

I'll see you at the pub.

Total egomaniac, that bloke.

I've never been asked to resign before.

Well, there was one time, but that doesn't count.

Is this your pen?

Yes.

Reg, you'll be fine.

Our loss is someone else's gain.

(sniffles) Thank you.

You know, we're really going to miss you.

I was wrong about you, Nelson.

You would never have let this happen. You would've stood up to Frank.

Reg, it's partly my fault.

No, no, you have always helped me.

I let you down. I was never good at the paperwork side of things.

Well, that is true.

Oh, good, you're still here.

We just heard.

Yeah, so sorry, Reg. It stinks.

It certainly does.

Okay, come on, come on. Back to work.

We've got a whole line of punters out there screaming to be served.

Sorry to see you go, Regina, but your cab's waiting.

Thanks Frank. I'll handle this.

Do.

Well, you earned your pay packet today.

Earned it? I think I got short-changed.

Uh, I think it's a great idea, if Anne's willing to do that.

I can get Charlotte to organise an oncologist to see her.

Yep. She's better off here.

Oh, Kerry, can we talk about Mum?

Sure. Von, this is my husband, Colin. Colin, this is Von.

Anne's sister.

Tough call.

Glad I didn't have to make it.

Hey.

Pretty big first day.

Yeah, lost a patient we shouldn't have.

Nearly lost a nurse we needed,

and forced out a ward clerk who needed us.

Hang on, that's what you want to give your life up for.

(sighs) Hey, why don't you just stop walking?

If you put half as much energy into us as you do your job,

then we would work.

I just think you have to want it.

Jack, it's over.

It's over!

So just leave me alone, alright?

No, take the microwave. I don't care, okay?

Okay.

Okay. Whatever!

I'm hanging up.

Charlotte...

Not in the mood, Jack.

Well, look, I'm sorry but, um,

Terri has just dumped me, and my car is stuffed again and I need a lift.

And I could probably do with about 18 stiff drinks.

In that case, get in. I'll buy you the first 10.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

Hello?

Hi, Frank.

No, no. No. You're not interrupting anything.

I was thinking about work, anyway.

(sighs) Mm-hm.