All Saints (1998) s01e03 Episode Script

1
TERRI: Previously on All Saints -
Hello!
Is that a rock on her finger?
Wouldn't get that on nurse's wages.
She used to be a good one.
Go on, drink it up.
MUG SMASHES
She's frightened.
And you want to hold her hand.
Will you be coming back?
You bet. I'll see you tomorrow.
HEART MONITOR FLATLINES
He's arrested!
He's dead, Terri.
Harry's dead.
(sobs) I'm so afraid.
SIRENS BLARE
CONFUSION OF VOICES
Stab wound to the abdo.
Didn't your mum tell you
not to play with knives?
Hi-flow oxygen. Pass me a dressing.
(cries out in pain)
Easy, buddy.
Would you rather bleed to death?!
Just fix it!
That's what we're trying to do.
Just take your arm off.
We need more pressure bandages.
Okay, my name's Ben.
I'm looking after you.
We'll fix you.
MAN SHOUTS AGGRESSIVELY
Hey, what are you doing?
After him, you guys!
(shouts furiously in Italian)
Relax, okay.
Get off me, get off me!!
Hey, just relax, mate.
Just relax, the worst of it's over.
THUMPING ROCK MUSIC
I'm on early tomorrow.
By the time I get home, I'll have to
turn around and come back again.
It's taken weeks
to get you down here.
You're not going till we say so.
We haven't done enough
bitching or back-slapping, Jared.
First law of nursing -
we hate the health system.
We're overworked and underpaid.
And we're geniuses!
Geniuses!
Alright, I'll ring Mum.
(derisive snort)
What?
(both laugh)
We'd better get the MAST suit on
before he loses blood pressure.
Yep, okay.
Mate, can you just let go
Nice and hard. Stay there.
Keep it there until I
Officer.
I think you'd better
take care of that.
OFFICER: Parks, over here.
Around there, pick that gun up.
You have let him
buy the drinks all night.
Second law of nursing - the most
junior buys the most drinks.
Besides, I like him.
(laughs) He's rather cute, isn't he?
Ah! I think I see
another conquest coming on.
Connor Costello, what kind of girl
do you think I am, really?
Besides, baby,
you're the only man for me.
Oh, yes, that's what all
the babes say.
Whoop.
Mate! We're practically dehydrated
back here.
Sorry, mate, but I got talking
to the barman.
They have water skiing out here.
And indoor rocking climbing
down the road.
Mate, we've got it all here.
Except his mum.
(all laugh)
To the 'burbs!
To Jared.
To Jared.
Damn! Come on, mate, stay with me.
Is he going to be alright?
No, we're losing him.
I'll have to tube him.
Come on, buddy, talk to me.
Just get him to A&E.
No, I'll have a go.
Scope.
Change that to haemacel
and pump it through.
Okay here goes.
Is it in?
(sighs) Yep.
Okay, let's get him to All Saints.
One, two, three.
Hi, Dave.
Hi.
Good morning.
M-morning, Sister Sullivan.
Hi, Scott.
I spoke to your mum.
She'll meet you
at the station tomorrow.
It it was touch and go
for a while, wasn't it?
Well, a pneumothorax can be nasty.
It can kill you, can't it?
Well
I reckon I was lucky.
Is Sister Markham looking after me
today? She's wicked.
You know - excellent.
(laughs) All my nurses are wicked.
MAN SHOUTS IN ITALIAN
Hey, what's this?
Mario Constantine.
24, stabbed in a street fight.
Brought into A&E flat.
Emergency laparotomy.
He should be in ICU.
He was.
If I had my way,
he'd be back on the street.
They want to question him,
so we have a sitter.
Needs a special. He's too sick.
Not as sick as the woman
going into ICU.
Answer me, man!
You can handle it.
That's not the point.
Admin has to realise
no-one's there!
Okay, okay, tuck him in.
36 patients, five nursing staff.
They'll need their skates on today.
TOILET FLUSHES
I've never, ever been so sick
in all my life.
Mmm-hmm.
I'm not drinking vodka ever again.
It was beer, mate.
I don't drink beer.
You sure drank it last night.
Anyway, pull your finger out.
We're late.
I'm not going.
What?
I can't look after myself,
let alone anyone else.
You Eastern Suburbs kids
have absolutely no stamina.
You can't go in, either.
You drank more than I did.
So?
It's not safe.
Bull.
I'm fine.
DOOR BANGS
It's not safe. You're late,
hung over, you shouldn't be here.
I'll go home, then.
Don't be smart, Connor.
With Jared sick and
Steph busy with a stabbing,
I can't spare you and you know it.
What's an A&E patient doing here?
He shouldn't be.
A&E's pushing the patients through.
Was Joan Marden there?
No. At a meeting in Accounts.
Call her back shortly.
Yep.
Not well today, darling.
Very funny.
And Jared?
Legless.
Oh, poor, sweet
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Oh, I am, I am.
No, I'm right.
But you drank more than me.
Obviously I can handle it better.
Oh, is that right?
50 bucks says you cave
before the end of the shift.
You're on.
(chuckles)
Joan!
Oh, Sister Sullivan.
How can I help you this morning?
I'm down a nurse.
Yes?
I just got an ICU patient, very ill.
I need more staff.
We all do. It's the public system.
I needed more staff
before this guy was transferred.
You've got the same as
everyone else.
(sighs) Not my quota.
The number of surgical patients
is constantly high enough
for one more nurse.
I'm afraid you'll
just have to make do.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I've got a meeting in 30 seconds.
I've written up antibiotics
and IV orders.
What about for the pain?
Pethidine, 75mg four hourly.
That should hold him.
What would you losers
know about pain?
We know how to ease it.
Then give me the right drugs
like I asked.
You been working all night?
Just about.
Hey! Doc!
Take me back to the other ward.
At least they knew
what they were doing.
(bellows in Italian)
You're not out
in the streets now, mate.
You're being perfectly looked after.
So why don't you sit there,
shut up and do what you're told.
BOB: Here she is.
What happened to you?
Don't ask.
How much you lose?
Oh, too much.
Trots or doggies?
Pokies.
Pokies?!
Yes, I had a heavy debriefing
session last night.
And I'm as sick as a dog,
but don't tell anybody.
Your secret is safe with me.
So, you must be pleased.
Today's the day, isn't it?
Getting your results back.
So they tell me.
Ah, an attack of the dreaded
killer pneumothorax, I see.
Sister Markham said
I was pretty sick.
Yeah, she preys on skinny young
teenagers like yourself.
So, what did you do?
Get tossed by a bucking bronco?
I coughed.
(snorts) And you punctured
your lung? That's terrific.
There you were,
minding your own business
Why are you eating Mr Pappa's
brekkie, he's gone to the shower.
He's nil by mouth.
Kitchen stuffed up.
He can't eat today.
It's lucky for me.
I can use the carbohydrates
to soak up last night's grog.
That could do with a clean-up.
Um, the doctor said
he'd be in later.
BUZZER SOUNDS
Duty calls.
Good morning, Mrs Gianopoulous.
Bowl! (Coughs)
Sorry.
(vomits)
(wobbly) No worries.
I think you need some Maxolon.
You okay?
(retches)
COMICAL MUSIC
Ha, Jasmina.
Hey.
Where's the most beautiful woman
in the world?
She's right here.
(both groan)
She's in room four.
What's he doing here?
Ah, Mario Constantine. Stab victim.
I reckon it could be the Mafia.
Good to see we're keeping his care
in the family.
Luke, you won't forget about Bob,
will you?
His test results.
Take your time, doc.
I'm not going anywhere.
I haven't got 'em back yet, Bob.
As soon as I know, you'll know.
Whatever.
I thought you were taking a break.
Yeah, well, no rest for the wicked.
Ciao, Mario.
How you doin'?
You two know one another?
I only saved his life last night.
Remember me?
I see you're in the best of hands.
What? This idiot?
He's trying to kill me.
Not him, mate. The nurse.
Una bella ragazza.
You be nice to her, she's my wife.
Tell her to give me
some painkillers.
I've got a bloody great hole in me.
Has he had anything for a while?
We can handle it, thanks.
It's under control, Ben.
Just give us a minute. We're busy.
Just came to check on my patient.
Oh, and to give you this.
(laughs) Go away!
You do what she says, huh?
TENSE MUSIC
Hey, you know you're not allowed
to read patient histories.
Confidentiality and all that.
I was the attending last night.
What was it like?
Pretty average for gang warfare.
Ah thanks, mate.
Why's he in so much pain?
He's not. He's fine.
Didn't look that way to me.
Mate.
Biochem results.
TERRI: I can't find an ICU nurse
for this arvo's shift.
So what did you find
when you opened him up?
Not much.
It was a pretty decent
puncture wound.
Seen worse.
I was the one who scraped him off
the road.
That's right.
You bring 'em in and I fix 'em up.
Now, I've got work to do, alright?
BOB: How's it going, Scott?
Do you know anything about
that Connor?
Haven't you had him before?
I've always had Sister Markham.
I've always had Sister Markham.
That bloke doesn't know
what he's doing.
That bloke doesn't know
what he's doing.
(tongue in cheek) I'd steer clear
of him, mate. He's trouble.
They don't call him
the Grim Reaper for nothing.
(exhales)
You do the business?
You can take your hand off me
or lose it.
Skippy bitch.
Shut your mouth
or I'll shut it for ya.
Yeah?
Bob, I think Bron can
look after herself.
Where's he get off?
Everyone's doing their best.
He doesn't think so.
Don't change the subject.
Let's talk about these results.
Let's talk about these results.
Like you said, they're normal.
Like you said, they're normal.
Well not exactly normal.
They still don't give us much idea
as to what's causing the pain.
Oh, it comes and goes.
Or the weight loss.
I don't eat much.
Because you feel sick.
Because I'm not hungry.
Give it up, doc.
There's nothing wrong with me.
I don't agree.
I want to do more tests.
You've done enough bloody tests.
We just need to make sure
The answer is no!
No more tests and that's that.
Bob, you will do as you're told.
You just mind your own business.
Thanks.
MARIO: Hey!
Don't walk away. I want a needle.
I'M DYING OVER HERE!
He is screaming for drugs.
Luke's already put him on Peth.
That's not much use to a user.
You think he's a junkie?
It would explain a lot.
(ragged breathing)
Mum, I'm over 21.
I'm at Connor's.
Now, the car is perfectly fine.
Look, it's not New York, you know.
Yes. I'll be home later.
Yep.
Yeah, I'll see you tonight, Mum.
Gotta go now.
Bye bye.
Sorry, mate.
Guess I'll have another go.
(pumps up cuff)
How long you been doing it?
Nursing?
Years.
Tough job, though.
Easy to slip up.
It's a laugh, though.
I remember once I gave a patient
way too much Tetrodihy
What?!
Hang on a minute, mate.
What's wrong?
Nothing much.
I think you have a problem
with your drainage tube.
How do you know?
Trust me.
Terri.
Can you have a look at
Scott's drainage tube?
Does that look like chyle to you?
Yeah, it does, actually.
Is everything alright?
It's fine, Scott.
You're in good hands.
You're going to call the doctor,
right?
Yep, no problems, mate.
Just call the doctor first, okay?
Trust me, Scott.
Can I page Dr Wu
for Ward 17, thanks?
It's in regard to Scott Chambers.
Ta.
Still sick?
Yep.
Poor kid's tube's moved and now
it's draining lymphatic fluid.
I was talking about you, stupid.
Yeah, well, we'll both get over it.
Some sooner than others.
Berocca, Berocca
Terri Sullivan, Ward 17.
Terri Sullivan, Ward 17.
Yeah?
Yeah?
I need an ICU-trained nurse.
Drug screen clear.
So his pain is genuine?
Wake up, Steph.
He's bunging it on.
Why are you being so tough on him?
I just want to up his Pethidine.
At least increase it to 100mg.
Fine, if that'll make you happy.
It's not about me.
I can only get an enrolled nurse
for this afternoon.
How will we cope?
Mr Pappas comes back from surgery.
I'll have to stay.
You trying to make me feel bad?
Terri!
Sophie!
I got the job.
Oh, that's fantastic!
Your observations
are all pretty good.
You want me to suffer, don't you?
What we want is to get you up
and out of here as soon as possible.
Hey, Mario!
Heeey, guys!
How you going, buddy?
Here's trouble.
How are you?
Good.
Good to see you, man.
(pained) Good to see you, too.
They looking after you?
Yeah.
She won't leave me alone.
(raucous laughter)
Listen, we'll get you out of here.
You gave him more Petho, see?
Not yet.
He doesn't need it, then.
Just look at him.
You don't expect him to show pain
in front of them.
What about his image?
What about his image?
Gee, they're on tap.
Ooh, yeah, this one's a fighter.
Gee, they're on tap.
Ooh, yeah, this one's a fighter.
Got a name, sweetheart?
No pain, no problem.
He's using you, Steph.
MEN HOOT AND LAUGH
He "can't bear his grandsons
going to a state school"!
For a man who made his fortune
with his hands,
Harry's father is such a snob.
What about you?
I wouldn't touch his money.
I'd be paying for it
for the rest of my life.
I actually meant, how are you?
Oh, sorry.
Look, my in-laws are giving me
such a hard time at the moment,
they take up all my thoughts.
Me?
Yeah.
Battered? (Wry laugh)
Bruised.
It just seems like one shock
after another.
Harry dies.
Then the solicitor says
there's no money.
The accountant says
there's a mountain of debt.
What about life insurance?
He cashed it in!
Sophie!
The house is on the market.
I love that house.
Anyway
..at least I've got the boys.
Yeah.
And a job.
Oh, God, I can't believe it!
Little Nurse Williams rides again.
(laughs) I'm so pleased.
I'm scared stiff.
They'll lock me away in
Outpatients.
At least there I can't kill anyone.
They won't throw you in
the deep end.
You'll pick it up again.
Like riding a bike.
You're a good nurse, Sophie.
You ARE a good nurse.
At least I'll be earning some money.
Not enough, but some. (Laughs)
Look, I'd better go.
No, I was thinking of having lunch.
Oh, no, this'll do me.
You skipping meals?
Come on, Sophie.
How much weight have you lost?
A bit.
Aren't widows supposed to be
fashionably thin?
Can you order Maxolon
for Mrs Gianopoulous?
I'm on my way there.
And could you write
something up for me?
Hangover?
Huge.
Must be something in the water.
That's the second request.
Was it Bron?
That's not your business.
And I'm not going to
write you a script.
Suffer.
Luke?
Mrs Gianopoulous.
Hi.
You look after this area?
Yes, I rang you.
I spoke to Scott
about his infection.
What infection?
You need an IV.
I've written up Cefteriaxone
one gram stat.
250mg six hourly thereafter.
Why the antibiotics? It's chyle.
Reposition the drainage tube.
It's not chyle, it's pus.
Shouldn't you
send something off first?
I sent a sample off,
but I want treatment to start stat.
Then Scott can get out of here
as soon as possible.
Tomorrow?
Maybe the next.
If you don't reposition that tube,
he'll be in a lot longer.
I don't think so.
You're the doctor.
They told me he wasn't much good.
What's that?
It's an injection for the pain.
About bloody time.
This ward is hopeless.
You people don't know
what you're doing.
I've nursed more trauma
than you'll ever see.
But I've never nursed someone
as obnoxious as you are.
RIGHT! You're not the one
with the hole in your guts!
Roll over, please.
(shaky breathing)
It's okay. I'll put it in your leg.
You have to let go of my arm, Mario.
Let go of my arm.
Okay, won't take a moment.
(agonised breaths)
Okay.
Thanks, Bron.
Mario.
(suppressed sobs)
Look at me.
It's just you and me here.
There's no-one
to put a front on for.
Tell me, is the pain
really that bad?
(sobs) What do you think?
Okay. Let me check this out.
Okay, just relax.
Come on.
Just relax.
I'll be as gentle as I can.
Take a couple of deep breaths.
Deep breath.
That's the way.
Just relax.
(anguished sobs)
Okay. Okay.
FUNKY MUSIC
Doc!
Hi!
Hey, Angie.
How are you?
What are you doing here?
It's good to see ya.
Why aren't you at work?
Can I've a sip?
Be my guest.
That's good.
Hey, can I've a cappuccino
over here?
You're full of beans.
I'm stoked to see you.
You don't know how much
you've turned my life around, doc.
I'm not a doctor.
You could be, but.
(laughs) You sound like my mother.
I sound like your mother?
So tell me, what's the goss?
Another couple of tests won't hurt.
You're not the one
who's spent three weeks
having stuff shoved up your bum
or in your veins.
We've got to find out
what's wrong with you, Bob.
I know what's wrong.
It's called middle age.
It happens to everybody.
It's not just that and you know it.
Are you scared?
It's okay if you are.
You think it's cancer, don't you?
Love, I've seen things I hope those
beautiful eyes of yours never do.
There's not much that frightens me.
What are they going to do
if it is the big C?
Shove more stuff up my bum
or in my veins?
I'd rather not know.
He's scared.
Luke has got to talk him into it.
He's been sick for so long,
poor thing.
We've got to find out what's wrong.
Why?
Well, there's things to sort out.
You know - life.
And if it's bad news,
you've got to think about death.
I'm with Bob, I'd rather not know.
We're not talking about you.
We're talking about Bob.
Ooh, whoa!
Guess who's tired and emotional
after their big night out?
Oh, come on, you two.
I don't understand why we can't
find what's wrong with him.
Sometimes you have to wait for
a disease to develop enough.
That might be too late.
Why do the young
think they know everything?
So why did you call me?
It's Sophie.
You don't rest, do you?
She's a mess.
I was wondering
if you could see her.
What am I supposed to do?
Make a house call
with my portable couch?
She's thin, she's agitated,
she's overly cheerful.
And the tears are just below
the surface.
Stress - which is perfectly natural.
It's more than that.
Based upon what?
Um, feminine intuition?
A professional assessment.
You want to help?
Yes.
Fine, then take her to the movies.
Do you both the world of good.
Okay, that's 90 bucks, thanks.
Just for being so patronising,
you can wash up.
There's something wrong, I know it.
Throwing out the baby
with the bathwater.
I'm not having any more tests.
There's no reason to stick around.
Anyway, you've got enough to do.
You're not well!
I'm not sick.
You are.
Ah-ha! Sprung.
50 smackers, now.
Shut up about the stupid bet.
Sorry. Did I miss something?
Sorry, I'm just worried about Bob.
He wants to sign himself out.
What are you going to do?
Strap him to the bed?
Sophie.
(puffs) How are you?
Pretty good, thanks.
Look, I'm really sorry about Harry.
I was at the funeral,
but I know it wasn't a good time
I was at the funeral,
but I know it wasn't a good time
I got a job.
I heard.
I got a job.
I heard.
How do you feel about
coming back to work?
So soon, I mean.
Well, I have to, really.
But I suppose you've heard that,
too. (Giggles)
Ah yes.
Hospital goss.
Some things never change.
You're right there.
It was really nice of you
to come to the funeral.
The others out of duty, I expect.
(teary) But you've always been
more sincere.
You can always talk to me.
You know that.
I can't afford you!
(laughs) That's not the issue.
Why don't we have a drink sometime
after work?
What's that?
Oh, ah, Diazepam.
Doesn't everyone take them
these days?
Look, it's been a difficult
few weeks, you know.
Actually, it's been a difficult
few years. (Laughs)
But that's another story.
(sniffles)
So, a drink, then.
Yeah. I'll invite Terri.
It'll be just like old days.
Thanks.
Well, I won't keep you.
I really gotta go now, Angie.
Have you got to go back to work?
Yeah, sorry.
I'll get the coffee.
Oh, gee, thanks.
Doc, you wouldn't be able to
lend me a few bucks? I'm flat as.
I promise, I'll pay you back.
How much did you give
the drug dealer?
What?
I saw it.
No, I swear, you got the wrong idea.
No, I saw money pass hands.
I was paying him off.
I'm not doing that stuff any more.
Not since I met you.
You don't believe me, do you?
Angie Angie.
I believe you. It's just
from a distance it looked like
No, I truly believe you.
Here, have some money.
Thanks, doc.
I swear to God
I'm not doing anything.
I really gotta go now, okay?
I'll see you around.
When? When will I see you?
Do you live around here?
Nah, I live in the Eastern Suburbs.
Half your luck. It's nice out there.
It's pretty nice out here, too.
You reckon?
Yeah.
I do.
See ya.
Yeah, bye.
(sighs)
Peth's not touching him.
A junkie?
Not according to the drug screen.
He's restless.
And noisy.
It's the only way
he knows how to communicate.
But behind all that macho rubbish,
I think his pain is genuine.
And you've told Luke this?
Yeah.
There seems to be some
personality conflict.
I mean, he's doing
all the right things medically.
But he doesn't agree with you.
No.
Hmm.
Sometimes nursing
really frustrates me.
Oh, Steph, why don't you
become a doctor?
Well
I'd lose patient contact.
Ben wants a family.
Okay. If you think there's something
wrong with Mario, you keep at it.
You're closest to the patient.
You get that sixth sense working.
You get that sixth sense working.
Yep.
Yep.
What's up, Scott?
Nothing.
You look a bit flushed, mate.
Bit hot, that's all.
Not according to this.
Let's look at your chest.
(grunts uncomfortably)
How long you been doing that?
What? (Clears throat)
That.
Skol.
Back in a mo.
What's he on about now?
Terri, I think Scott's reacting
to the Cefteriaxone.
Why's he on antibiotics?!
Our new intern, Jim Wu,
thought the fluid was pus!
I thought it was chyle.
So did I.
I'll ring the lab for the results
before I give him another dose.
(laughs) I hate it
when you're right.
It's Sophie, I just saw her.
She's a mess.
I know. What are you going to do?
Dig up the portable couch.
Thank you.
Thanks.
No sign of Luke yet?
Sorry, no.
Sorry, no.
VON: You're not to drink it!
VON: You're not to drink it!
What is it this time?
Don't tell me what to do.
You are nil by mouth.
I don't care!
He drank his mouth rinse.
You'll stuff your guts up even more,
stupido.
I told you, Mario!
It'll only make you worse.
I don't care. I'm thirsty.
What the hell is it now?
He drank his mouth rinse.
What?!
He was thirsty.
What?!
He was thirsty.
There's something wrong,
so I paged you.
There's something wrong,
so I paged you.
There sure is.
He's drinking mouth rinse,
yelling and screaming.
I'm not surprised he's in pain.
I hope you remember
what it feels like.
It's not a fraction of the pain that
CRAP you push on the street causes.
You're just like your brother,
aren't you?
Typical Forlano.
Can't handle the pressure.
Ricky's your brother, right?
You know - Ricky?
Hey, doc, where you going?
Let's talk some more.
Cover for me.
Luke!
Luke!
Come back!
Come on, treasure.
Come back!
Come on, treasure.
(scathing) Yah, treasure, treasure.
Luke!
What was all that about?
None of your business.
It is if it affects patient care.
You've been on edge all day
and it's not just tiredness.
I just
I hate scum like that, alright?
Their drugs poison everything.
Neighbourhoods, families.
Your brother.
Yeah.
Yeah. Could've been me.
What happened?
(sharp sigh)
Mum and Dad tried to do everything
they could to turn him around.
But whatever his mates did, he did,
you know?
He got older.
Crimes got bigger.
He ended up in prison.
Whoa.
Yeah.
Six years off his life.
Ten off Mum and Dad's.
What's the connection
with our friend?
I think he's one of
Ricky's old mates.
I hate what they did to my brother.
So if it was Ricky in there
instead of Mario,
and he told you he was in pain,
then you'd listen?
No.
No, I wouldn't.
(small laugh)
But
..I'd listen to you.
I told you something was wrong.
Some doctor you are.
Just another useless, useless,
pretty-boy yuppy.
Ricky's a fool,
but at least he's a man.
We'll need an ultrasound
to make sure.
I'll book theatre pending results.
I think you're right.
He's needs reopening.
Great! All because you were too
stupid to get it right first up.
(snide) Doctor.
(rips curtain shut)
When I get you into surgery,
I'm going to slice you open.
I'll look for any trouble.
If I find it, I'll fix it.
If I do my job right
you might live.
So
..you want my help or not?
Thought so.
Hey, how's my patient doing?
Oh, don't ask.
Ah - Stephanie?
I don't know.
Has Dr Wu called back yet?
Nuh.
BUZZER SOUNDS
We're busy, okay?
We're so short-staffed.
Hey, how was your meeting?
I'm waiting on Dr Wu.
Every year is the same.
More patients and less staff -
absolute madness.
Hi, Ben.
I think I'll go back to work now.
If I call in a favour, we should be
able to jump the queue in surgery.
Jaz, an urgent ultrasound
for Mario Constantine.
Hey, Steph.
Thanks. I might have left this
till it was too late.
You'd have got it.
I don't know.
You pulled me into line
and you were spot on.
I really owe you one.
Hi.
Came to check on my patient.
Wouldn't you rather see me?
I'll put the kettle on.
See you in a tick.
"I, Bob Parkin, state that I'm
leaving All Saints Western General
at my own risk and against
the advice of the medical officer."
And will hereafter
be known as Boofhead.
You're starting to sound like
my old man. Give us the pen.
PAGER BEEPS
You'll go see your local GP,
won't you?
Yeah, yep.
I feel like I've let you down.
Don't be ridiculous.
You guys have got enough to do
without me in the way.
Anyway, I've made up my mind.
PAGER BEEPS AGAIN
Go on, bugger off.
And thanks for looking after me.
All the best, Bob.
So what are you saying?
Steph, wake up.
Can't you see he's after you?
Look, just because you two have
locked horns, don't drag me into it.
(sighs) Trust me.
I'm a guy.
I know how we work, okay?
He's using that, "Gee, Stephanie,
we work so well together" routine
to seduce you.
To seduce you.
We have a good professional
relationship.
We have a good professional
relationship.
Sure.
Nothing more.
At least he respects
my professionalism.
I know what he respects.
You and John work closely.
Should I be jealous of you two?
That's completely different.
Why?
This is stupid.
I'M not being stupid.
I hope not.
I'M not being stupid.
I hope not.
You don't trust me?!
You don't trust me?!
You don't trust your own wife?
I just tell it how I see it.
There's nothing there to see!
Maybe.
Oh, get out, Ben!
Sorree.
Ben is jealous of Luke Forlano!
Well, you know, I can't blame him.
I've been trying to crack onto
that guy for months.
Next to you, I'm invisible.
Don't take it out on me
because you struck out.
Steph.
(sighs)
Strenuous physical activity.
Best way to reduce
any emotional stress.
Just letting off a bit of steam.
Want one?
WU: Why wasn't he given
his last round of antibiotics?
A: because he's reacting to it.
B: it ain't pus,
it's lymphatic fluid.
Says who?
The lab. You want it confirmed?
Dr Wu here.
I was right, he was wrong.
And you're out of line.
Sorry?
He's new, he's overworked
and he's doing his very best.
If you want to doctor-bash,
find one who deserves it.
Quit while you're behind.
Yeah, I won't have
that room tomorrow
Scott Chambers.
Hang on. If you want to blame
someone, blame his doctor.
Not my staff.
You want me to send him home
with his chest tube in?!
Fine.
You gotta be mad
to be a paramedic these days.
It's dangerous, the pay's bad
and bloody doctors
are always having a go.
Any one in particular?
There's one or two I could mention.
Not you, of course.
It's pretty tough in the wards, too.
Huh!
Especially 17. It's not called
the "garbage ward" for nothing.
It's the nurses who do all the work.
The pretty-boy doctors
just take all the credit.
(exhales)
Still, Steph loves it up there.
She's a real team player.
They're all team players on 17.
Sorry, Scott, I got it wrong.
It's not pus in your drainage
bottle, it's lymphatic fluid.
Like Connor said.
I'll call the Registrar
to reposition the tube.
Sorry, mate.
Thanks.
No worries.
Jeez, you were right.
Don't worry about it, Scott.
We all make mistakes, mate.
How'd it go?
No surprises this time.
There you are. You were right.
He has a gut full of blood
and another hole - great save.
(dry) Need a hand?
I need him prepped stat.
I've jumped the queue.
And he's going back to ICU.
Oh, hallelujah.
Oh, hallelujah.
She is one great nurse.
She is one great nurse.
Yeah, I know.
Ah, we've got a dense CVA
waiting in A&E
Oh, no, no. You tell them
Look, I'll do it.
So we really are losing you, Bob?
Yes, Sister.
One less for you to worry about.
That's my job.
Bob!
The silly old coot!
Terri.
Joan, I'm so glad to see you.
I have had a hell of a day.
I cannot find qualified staff
for this afternoon.
A&E are trying to push on me
another high dependency patient.
You'll be happy to know
you've been assigned a new nurse.
Oh, fantastic. What qualifications?
She's a hospital grad.
Good - experienced.
She's a hospital grad.
Good - experienced.
Her name's Sophie Williams.
Her name's Sophie Williams.
Sophie?
Um Joan.
Sophie hasn't nursed in years.
I have no doubt in time
she will be excellent.
But she'll need supervision.
It'll add to our workload.
Well, you lobbied
for her employment.
I thought it proper
she should come to you.
I'm sure you'll all do
an excellent job of retraining.
Joan, this is the ward
where her husband died.
It's a job she needs.
And it's the extra pair of hands
you've been screaming for.
Other wards don't get
this treatment.
No, I bet they don't.
(calls) Bob.
Hey. What are you doing?
You can't just go.
You didn't say goodbye.
I thought you were a bit busy.
I think you're crazy.
I love you, too.
I left a note and a TAB ticket
taped to your locker.
20 bucks for a win on Pretty Boy.
You're due for a change of luck.
Here.
Something to remember me by.
It's as prickly as I am.
(laughs)
Be a good girl and get back to work.
Thanks for everything.
(coughing)
CONNOR: Poor thing.
You've had a rough trot,
haven't you?
You must be due for
your next injection.
I'll just go get it, okay?
Bron.
Could you look after
Mrs Gianopoulous?
Yeah, no worries.
I'll get her medication.
(coughing and retching)
(vomits)
(low groan)
(clears throat)
You set me up!
Mmm.
I hate you.
Oooohhh, baby.
(laughs)
And you owe me 50 smackers.
Thought you might like a lift home.
Thanks.
I never picked you
for the jealous type.
I never had a reason before.
You don't have a reason now.
You know that, don't you?
(relieved sigh)
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
It wasn't just you.
(laughs)
FUNKY MUSIC
GLASS SHATTERS
JARED: Damn!
Who's there?
Hi, honey, you're home.
What are you doing here?
And what have you done to my house?
I was too sick to go home
and, the place was a pigsty.
You've cleaned my room?!
No, no, no, no, no.
I didn't dare.
I did go for a walk, though.
This is a great area.
See? I told you that.
And I also love this house.
Yes?
I want to live here.
Here.
I can pay half the rent.
I can pay ALL the rent.
I'm house trained.
You're house PROUD.
I could change.
Come on, Connor.
I'd bring over all my stuff.
I've got a 72cm surround-sound tv.
I've got a 30 disk CD player.
Have you got games?
Sony PlayStation with two controls
and about a dozen games!
Mate, mate, mate!
(laughs)
We're a match made in heaven.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Does that mean that your mother
comes over to visit?
Not a chance!
Cool.