All Saints (1998) s01e10 Episode Script

1
Previously on All Saints
How can you tell
when a junkie's lying?
When they open their mouth.
I'm not doin' that stuff any more.
Not since I met you.
You don't believe me, do you?
I believe you.
If you worry about every patient
that comes in
within six months you're burnt out.
Guaranteed.
I'm not having any more tests
so there's no reason to stay.
Anyway, you've got enough
on your hands.
You're not well.
I'm not sick.
You are.
Why do we have to come so early?
We miss all the best tv.
There's no-one to play with.
Of course there is.
Lots of kids
do the before school program.
None of my friends do.
I reckon it sucks.
We've been through this before.
Now, you know I have to go to work.
Can I come with you?
You know you can't.
Nana Williams is going to
pick you up from school.
I hate Nana Williams.
You don't. She spoils you rotten.
I hate Nana Williams
and I hate you, too.
Come on, it's time to go.
Angela Meadows is back again.
It's a revolving door with junkies
till they take one hit too many.
Change the record, Von.
Did you know, Jared?
Yeah, I saw her name on the board.
Where's Bron?
Bit of a late one, I think.
She picked a great day to be late
with the Equip Team running rampage.
They can quiz us on any aspect of
ward procedure, so on your toes.
Accreditation rot!
It's a waste of time and money.
Hear, hear.
Thank you.
Last but not least,
Bob Parkin's been readmitted.
Sorry!
Glad you could join us.
I didn't feel too well this morning.
Must've been something I ate.
Really?
You looked great
when that guy dropped you off.
That's the problem
with the nurses' quarters -
you can't get away with jack.
He's febrile, temp 39.
He's on salbutamol four hourly.
We're waiting for
sputum results now.
Who are we talking about?
Bob Parkin. He's got pneumonia.
I said not to sign yourself out,
but, no, you wouldn't listen.
You wanted me to stay here
for months waiting to get the flu.
You might not have got it at all if
you'd let us find out what it was.
It's not flu, it's pneumonia,
boofhead.
Flu.
Just behave yourself, alright?
Bugger off, Forlano.
Catch you later.
Okay, ten minutes on the nebuliser
and you'll feel like a new man.
If I became a new man,
would you marry me?
Deep breaths.
Mr Parkin, we've got the results
of your sputum test.
The tests indicate a type
of pneumonia called PCP.
In English, doc.
It's a condition seen in patients
who are immunosuppressed.
Like I said, in English.
We'd like you to have a HIV test.
Are you trying to say I've got AIDS?
BOB: Are you deaf?!
Just get out.
Mr Parkin, let me explain.
Let me talk to him.
I want to get the test ASAP.
Yes, I know.
Just let me handle it.
Okay.
Page me after you've spoken to him.
Bob, don't jump the gun.
We won't know for sure
until you have the blood test.
I'm not having a blood test.
I haven't got AIDS.
Do you want to speak to someone?
A counsellor?
Waste of bloody time.
Okay, well, let's at least
work on this pneumonia.
You did good work last night,
Dr Forlano.
Thanks, Mr Fitzer.
Although,
it's not the best prognosis.
No. You should tell
Margaret Quinell what's going on.
Shouldn't we wait
for pathology results?
No point. She's riddled with tumours.
Almost definitely cancerous.
I'd give her a few months.
She should know what we found.
But until
Best to prepare the patient
for the worst.
Sir, with all due respect,
wouldn't it be better
coming from you?
Normally it would,
but I have a conference in Noosa.
I'm due at the airport now.
So, what should I tell her?
Don't beat around the bush.
Patients appreciate honesty.
So, I tell her she's going to die,
or we think she's going to die?
It's not as hard as it seems.
Unfortunately, bearing bad tidings
is part of being a doctor.
I must be off.
Let me know how you go.
Not you.
I drew the short straw.
I want Jared.
Can't always have
what you want in this world.
But, if it's any consolation,
I'm as happy about this as you are.
Do you want to tell me about it?
Don't remember what happened.
You OD'd, Angie -
as if you didn't know.
I thought I fell over
and hit my head.
You fell over AFTER you OD'd.
Someone had to bring you
to Emergency.
I thought you said you'd gone clean.
I have.
Don't lie to me, Angie!
It was one hit.
It was the last one, okay?
I just needed it.
That's what you said last time.
And the time before that.
LUKE: Thanks for this.
TERRI: It's a pleasure.
CONNOR: How's that, Margaret?
Much better.
Hello.
How's the pain been, Margaret?
Once I got the hang of it,
it was fine.
Looks like you've hardly used it.
I might put you back on injections.
The PCA can come down,
thanks, Connor.
Margaret, as you know, we did an
exploratory laparotomy last night.
Yes.
We had a good look around and I'm
afraid it's not looking the best.
We can't be sure until
the biopsy results come back,
but I think you should
prepare yourself.
Cancer?
Possibly.
Probably?
Yeah.
How long have I got?
That's very hard to say -
until we get the results back.
We'll know more then.
Thank you for being honest with me.
Margaret, is there anyone
you'd like us to get in touch with?
Family or close friends?
No. I live alone.
Trevor, my second husband,
died a few months ago.
Now it looks like
I'll be joining him.
It's important you sit up
for a while, Mr Macken.
How's it goin', love?
Not too bad now you're here.
He's doing very well.
(loud) I said, he's doing very well.
He'll be home in no time.
I'll be glad when he's home.
The house is lonely without him.
I can take this away if
I'll have it later, thanks, Sister.
I love brekkie.
Have you got any more cereal?
I'll see what I can do.
The first thing we have to do
is treat the PCP.
I'm going to start you
on IV antibiotics.
Bob, the PCP means your immune
system is already suppressed.
Look, you haven't even started
your breakfast.
How do you expect to get better
if you don't eat?
I'm not hungry.
You have to eat.
Give it to the old bloke.
He's always hungry.
So far, the Equip
have been to wards one, 16, 19,
Radiology and Outpatients.
I reckon there's a system.
I wish they'd arrive
so we can get it over with.
It'll be okay.
I hope so.
We've worked really hard
for this accreditation.
Hello, stranger.
Peter.
How are you?
Great. I finished
my refresher course.
Ah, the training wheels are off.
Absolutely.
I never thought I'd make it.
I did.
I'm glad I bumped into you.
Could you work some magic
with the boys?
Sure. What's the problem?
I don't know. Since Harry died
they've been terrible.
That's normal in their situation.
All I know is
they weren't like that before.
Would you like to drop by
my rooms after work?
Nothing formal, just a chat.
That'd be great.
I'll see you then.
Thank you. Bye.
There's a card for you, Mrs Griffin.
Oh, thank you.
Haven't you got real work to do?
I've done it.
Angie. We've been trying
to track you down.
What's wrong?
Last time you were admitted,
they took some blood.
What? I've got AIDS?
No, it's not that.
You've contracted Hepatitis B and C.
What a shame I missed out on the A.
Ange, it's not a laughing matter!
This is serious.
It means your liver
is very badly damaged.
There has to be major changes
to your lifestyle.
Major changes?
How am I expected to do that
when I live on the street?
This should make you feel better.
Okay.
I think it's time
you and I had a serious
(gagging)
What's wrong?!
STEPH!
TERRI!
Lie back down.
Mask back on.
Lay down. Put the mask back on.
What's happening?
I think he's having
an anaphylatic reaction.
Bob, just try and relax, okay?
Anaphylaxis. Adrenalin?
Yes. 500 mg, work up from there.
BP's falling.
You're right. You're right.
Look at me. You'll be right.
One in 1000.
That's it, that's it.
Keep breathing.
Hydrocortisone?
200 mg.
There we go.
That's better, huh?
How's his BP?
Coming back up.
Sal, cancel the arrest call, please.
All over.
I'm right here.
It's over.
It's alright.
Are you okay?
Don't have some biccies, do you?
Sure.
It was an allergic reaction
to the antibiotics.
Dr Wu's written up another one.
Bloody nice of him.
We're trying to make you better.
That's a joke.
Well, at least we're trying.
Come on, Bob, please.
Help us find out exactly what
you've got so we can make you well.
I haven't GOT anything.
Fine.
Then, you'll suffer.
If you think a respiratory arrest
is bad, try dying of untreated AIDS.
It's hard and ugly
and it doesn't have to happen, okay?
If we know what stage you're at
we can start treatment.
Come on,
you've got to have the test.
Thanks, Donna.
Food keeps disappearing
from the kitchen trolleys.
It happens all the time.
It might be Bron.
Coming in late, no breakfast.
I just don't want
the Equip Team to catch her.
Gidday. Can I help you?
Yeah. My name's David McLachlan.
I'm here to see my mother, Margaret.
Yep.
Sorry, we don't have
a Margaret McLachlan here.
Oh, no, it's Margaret Quinell.
She's remarried.
Yeah.
Ah, Mr McLachlan.
Hi, I'm Luke Forlano.
I assisted in your mum's operation.
We would have contacted you
but there was no-one listed
in the next of kin.
Yeah, I've been away for a while.
Right.
So, how is she?
How did you know I was here?
Mr Townsend from next door
tracked me down.
It's been a long time, David.
Yeah.
I'm sorry about Trevor.
Are you?
You didn't come to the funeral.
No, no.
So how are you feeling?
Didn't the doctor tell you?
He said there were
some complications.
I might not have long to live.
There we go.
Just what the dietician ordered.
That's gross.
Drink it.
I talked to a social worker.
They're going to try
and organise accommodation,
and to get you on a detox program.
Like some loser social worker
can solve all my problems.
They can help.
I've spoken to them.
They're full of it.
You have Hep B and C.
You have to look after yourself.
You have to eat properly
I can't do this.
Don't share needles. Get some rest.
What do you care?
Oh, God! I've met some ungrateful
people, but you take the cake.
Von!
I don't give a stuff what you think.
You don't give a stuff
about anything.
And you need your head read.
I'll do this my way.
I get out of here today so I don't
have to look at your ugly head!
These are cool. Thanks.
Well, at least they're clean.
People throw out
good stuff like this?
Yeah, all the time.
Hey
..sorry I hit you last time
when I came in.
It's okay.
Right, Ange. You all set?
Got your Outpatients appointment?
Don't forget to keep it this time.
And the Sustagen.
Got it.
Do you, ah, want some money?
Thanks.
Get something healthy this time, eh?
I'll pay you back.
Sure.
It is just so frustrating.
He's always been pigheaded, Bronnie.
He's so sick. He doesn't have to be.
Hey, any luck with Bob?
No, he will not take the test.
He's probably afraid
to acknowledge how he got it.
Is there any chance he's gay?
No way.
And I can't see him
sticking needles in his arms.
If he got it from a transfusion
we'd know by now.
Sex tours overseas?
How am I going to ask?
Very, very, very carefully.
He trusts you, Bron.
Good luck, mate.
Mmm.
You never gave Trevor a chance.
This is not the time
When is the time, David?
I don't have much left.
Don't say that. It's
Why not? It's true.
I know no-one
could replace your father.
But Trevor made me happy.
Can't you see that?
Dad was scarcely cold in his grave
before you were
shacking up with Trevor!
Couldn't you at least play
grieving wife for a couple of years?
I'm sorry.
Maybe we should let
Margaret get some rest, eh?
This has nothing to do with you.
How about you calm down
and go for a walk?
How about you mind
your own business?!
SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE
Angela.
What are you doing here?
I've got nowhere else to go.
Yes, you do.
It's all been arranged.
Get real.
You've got a roof over your head
and a bed for the night.
Have you ever been
to one of those places?
It's the pits.
Guys hit on you,
it's full of drug dealers.
It's the last place I want to be.
Alright. Look, why don't you
come and crash with me tonight?
Are you hitting on me?
I'm not hitting on you.
I won't even touch you.
I just want you to be safe.
Well?
No way.
I mean, do you mean it?
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
What about your olds?
Do they mind?
I don't live with them any more.
I live out here now.
Is that yours?
You're kidding!
Hop in.
This is so cool!
God, you've got a CD player.
And a mobile.
You want to ring someone? Go ahead.
I haven't got anyone to call.
That should ease the pain.
Where did David go?
I think he went for a walk.
He seemed a bit uptight.
He's always been like that,
ever since he was a kid.
We never seem to be able to talk
without having an argument.
That's normal.
Me and my mum have had huge barneys.
Do you see her much?
Yeah, all the time.
We get on really well.
I'm sorry. That wasn't
very thoughtful of me, was it?
Don't be.
You're lucky.
You can get HIV in lots of ways.
You all think I'm a pillow biter.
No, we don't!
But, what about your sex life?
Do you practise safe sex?
Real safe.
I don't have any.
Oh, come on.
You're a good looking guy.
Nothing wrong
with a bit of fooling around.
You don't have to get serious.
I do.
Anyway, I lost interest after Pat.
Who's Pat?
(Irish accent) Patricia O'Neill.
Paddy I used to call her.
Beautiful red hair.
I like redheads.
You loved her?
Yeah.
We used to do everything together.
Used to throw a tent in the car
and head down the coast.
Paddy used to pan fry the flathead.
Beautiful.
She loved to dance.
One night we were camped
down near Batemans Bay.
We had a few drinks, you know.
Mad bugger, she drags me to my feet
and we start dancing on the sand.
I'll never forget it.
So, where is she now?
I don't know.
She dumped me.
Just shot through, disappeared.
Did you try looking for her?
Man's got his pride.
I just feel, since Harry died,
the boys resent me.
In what way?
Tim is angry at everything
and James is so clingy.
They're taking it out on you.
What?
Harry's death.
And the fact
that they still miss him.
I can't help but think
I'm a lousy Harry substitute.
That's one of the ironies
of parenting.
The one who's away the most turns
out to be the one who's favourite.
(chuckles)
What?
This is meant to be informal
and I sound like a psychiatrist.
That's because you are one.
You know what I mean.
I come home late
and the kids are all over me.
This is after Jen's picked them up,
fed them and bathed them.
All I know is,
the boys need their father.
But they need you, Sophie.
Don't try to be Harry
or they'll resent you even more.
Let them grieve for him.
You're right - as always.
I don't know about that.
But it does help
to talk things through.
Do you and Jenny do that?
Sorry, sorry,
I'm getting too personal.
No, that's okay.
Yeah, most of the time.
I envy that.
Hey.
Hey.
How was work?
It was, ah, fine.
What have you got behind your back?
They're for you.
They're beautiful.
Alright, what's wrong?
Nothing's wrong.
If you need money
Mum, I don't need any money.
You're not in trouble, are you?
I'm not in any trouble.
You're not sick, are you?
Mum, I'm not sick!
Stop. You sound like Mrs Levine.
Gidday.
Connor - from the hospital.
Hi.
I wanted to say sorry for today.
Can I, um, get you a drink?
Yeah, alright. Scotch.
Hey, Ange.
Come and try this.
What is it?
That is my grandmother's
chicken soup.
Smells good.
Not bad.
Now, listen, you can only stay here
for a couple of days.
Yeah, that's cool. Thanks.
Alright.
We've got to feed you well, get some
rest, get your strength back up.
Then we'll see what we can do about
finding you somewhere to live.
Why are you doing this for me?
Well, it's my job.
As if.
I bet you don't bring everyone,
every patient, home
and feed them chicken soup, do you?
I worry about you, Ange.
Thanks.
Talking with your mum today
brought back a lot of stuff.
My old man died when I was 12.
It was a bit of a shock.
They're meant to be immortal.
Look, Connor, I'm sure your
family history is fascinating,
but I have enough
of my own problems at the moment.
Fair enough.
I was just trying to say I think
I know where you're coming from.
You do?
Connor, I hated Trevor's guts.
Couldn't stand
being in the same room as him.
He must've been a real bastard.
I thought he was.
I couldn't stand my mother living
with someone, let alone remarrying.
But it's selfish to think she should
spend the rest of her life alone
because I can't think of anyone
replacing my dad.
Do you love your mum?
Of course I do.
Maybe you should spend
as much time as you can with her.
SIREN BLARES
(coughs)
SOMBRE MUSIC
David?
I missed you.
What a day.
Hi, Connor.
Jared.
Mate, are you insane or what?
She had nowhere else to go.
She's a junkie.
She'll take the stereo.
Angela wouldn't do that.
She's looking for her next hit.
So why hang around the hospital?
You're a soft touch.
She's using you.
I know what I'm doing.
There are places for her to stay and
qualified people to look after her.
I pay half the rent.
She is my guest - she stays.
BANGING AND CLATTERING
Sssh, you'll wake Angela.
Good.
As soon as she wakes up,
then she can leave.
I told her she could stay
another couple of days.
By herself?
Are you completely insane?
She didn't steal anything
last night.
She didn't steal because I was awake
making sure she didn't.
I can't believe
you're this paranoid.
I can't believe you're this stupid.
Everything will be fine.
Mate, get real.
Within five minutes of us leaving,
her and her mates will clean us out.
Stereo, video, PlayStation.
None of which you own.
Admit it, everything worth stealing
in this house belongs to me.
I happen to own that toaster.
If anything gets stolen, which it
won't, my insurance will cover it.
I'll replace your precious toaster.
Deal?
Okay.
But it doesn't go for
the PlayStation.
I need that,
it's got my high scores on it.
How are you today, Mr Macken?
Not too bad, Sister.
I haven't got my breakfast yet.
I haven't got any food on my tray.
Um sorry.
This happened yesterday.
Food's going walkabout.
I will get my breakfast, won't I?
Yes, you will.
Donna, can you bring another tray?
Come on.
Morning, Bob.
Doctor.
What do you want?
I'll try not to take that
too personally.
I just thought that, well,
we'd have a little chat.
You blokes don't just chat.
Bron told you to come, didn't she?
No, it was Terri, actually.
Bloody women.
They're worried about you, Bob.
Mate, I'm ugly enough and old enough
to look after myself, alright?
Alright.
But if you change your mind,
you let me know, okay?
Yeah.
Food's missing
from the trolleys again.
VON: They'd be desperate.
Ah, Sophie, message.
Oh, no. Tim and James' grandmother
can't pick them up from school.
What's wrong with public transport?
They're too young, Von.
And they're a bit insecure
at the moment.
What will you do?
Well, it'll be alright
if I can finish right on time.
Hey, did the new boy sweep you
off your feet again last night?
No, I cancelled.
I couldn't take my mind off Bob.
Oh, I know.
Poor guy. I wish there was
something I could do.
There is.
Track down a Patricia O'Neill.
She was a patient here six years
ago, that's her phone number.
Bron, where did you get this?
I looked it up last night.
Man, this is really, really dicey.
I know, but, it's for Bob.
Yep.
Yeah? Thank you.
Hey, cool Playstation. Bags a game.
What's that doing here?
It's a very long story.
Just make sure
the Equip Team don't see it.
Hey, Playstation.
I challenge anyone
to a game of Colony Wars.
Since when do you
play computer games?
I was 1978 state Space Invaders
champion, thank you very much.
And look where it got you.
Yeah, I know.
Tragic, burnt out shell
of a human being.
Luke, it's the lab.
Hi, Luke Forlano.
Yeah.
Bovine tuberculosis.
That's good news, isn't it?
It's good for Margaret.
Not so good for me or the hospital.
I should have waited
for the results.
You followed instructions.
Bloody Fitzer, I could strangle him.
You can't. He's way above you
in the hospital pecking order.
Don't I know it.
He jets off to Noosa,
I'm left to clean up the mess.
How do you think they'll handle it?
I don't know.
You got any advice?
Concentrate on the positives.
So, I'm not going to die?
No, Margaret, it's great news.
With antibiotics
you should make a full recovery.
What the hell is
bovine tuberculosis?
It's almost unheard of.
I've never seen a case.
It's normally found in Asia.
Doctor, can I see you
outside for a minute?
This is a monumental stuff-up
and you guys are just trying
to cover your arses.
I can assure you,
that's not the case.
No? Mate, I have a good case
for wrongful diagnosis.
Mistakes happen.
Mistakes?
Mate, you told her
she was going to die.
I never actually said that.
You said it wasn't looking good.
Why didn't you wait for results?
I followed the instructions
of her consultant.
You put my mother through hell
for nothing.
Don't look at me like that.
I'm not in the mood
for another lecture.
I'm not going to give you a lecture,
I just want to have a little chat.
You said Pat was a local girl
so I checked our medical records
and and she was a patient here.
Do you know where she is?
Oh, Bob, there's no easy way
to say this.
She's she's dead.
She died of AIDS.
Patricia Mary O'Neill was admitted
as an emergency after an accident.
Severe haemorrhage, lots of blood
transfusions, three operations.
She was discharged with physio,
follow up for broken leg.
It was late 1984.
That's before they routinely
screened blood.
She was readmitted in 1990 with PCP
and then died shortly after that.
They didn't have the advanced
treatments that we have now.
She had a cough.
Couldn't get rid of it.
I kept nagging her to go to
the doctor, but she wouldn't go.
Then we were supposed to be going
fishing and she just didn't show.
I rang and the phone rang out.
I went around to her place and
..she'd just disappeared.
I mean, why didn't she tell me?
I'd have stood by her.
Oh, Paddy.
My poor little Paddy.
Sorry, Bob.
Oh
PHONE RINGS
Still no answer.
The answering machine's been stolen,
which means the house
has been ransacked.
Or, maybe she's in the shower.
Oh, yeah. For three hours.
Oh, look on the bright side.
If your stuff's been flogged,
Jared will buy the latest.
You could get a home cinema set-up.
Home cinema?
With surround sound.
Cool.
Don't even dream about it.
It won't happen because
nothing's been stolen.
Hi, can I help you there?
I'm Susan Miller and this is Warren
Mitchell, from the Equip Team.
Can we have a look around your ward?
Is Sister Sullivan available?
Um, yeah, I'll just get her for you.
Great early warning system, Jaz.
You could sell that to Canberra.
Shut up.
Doctors are human.
They can make mistakes.
When will you stop
playing the victim?
All your life you let
people walk over you.
You never stand up for yourself.
Please, David, will you shut up?
I'm going to live.
Doesn't that mean anything to you?
Of course it does.
Then why are you acting like this?
Because I want what is best for you.
If you want what's best for me,
you'll stop ranting and raving.
And thank God I'm not going to die.
You can't make up for all those
years of neglect in five minutes.
Life's too short to waste on anger.
I think we should start
making up for lost time.
Face facts - the odds are lousy.
No bookie would touch them
with a barge pole.
I mean, Paddy died of AIDS.
What hope have I got?
Look, when Pat died not as much
was known about HIV.
The treatments are much better now.
I've seen people get better.
People who everyone else had given
up on, including their doctors.
The only person giving up on you
is you.
I'm not going to watch you
curl your toes up and die.
You are going to fight this thing,
Bob Parkin.
And you're going to start now.
I'm out of here.
Will you make it to the school?
Just.
Ooh, sorry. Sorry. I'm just going.
Yeah, well, so am I, but I don't
knock people over to do it.
Oh, Sister Williams.
You're the fire warden?
Um, yes.
We've got a few questions
to ask you.
Could you tell us the four steps in
dealing with a fire in the hospital?
Sister Williams?
Um, yes.
Sorry, could you
repeat the question?
Sister, that pick up you were
worried about, I'll take care of it.
What pick up?
The urgent pick up
you are concerned about.
Oh, thank you, Nurse Ryan.
Righto. Excuse me.
Um, yes, the four steps are Remove,
Alarm, Contain, Evacuate.
We call it the RACE strategy.
What else would you like to know?
Could you tell us where the nearest
fire exit is, please?
Fire exits? Right. Over here.
Mum reckons that you can be
a bit of a pain.
(flat) Is that right?
But, I think you're okay.
Out of the mouths of babes.
Nana Williams never
buys us ice creams.
Oh, yeah? Well, I reckon
that she's a bit of a pain.
You won't tell Mum I said that,
will you?
Damn.
Want to know a secret?
BOTH: Yeah.
My grandmother was
a bit of a pain, too.
You're kidding?
No, made my life a misery.
Okay, here we are.
Ah, Sister
Um, Markham.
Of course.
You don't seem to be wearing
a name badge.
I'm waiting for a new one.
I put it in the wash and the dryer.
That's okay.
Hello, how are you?
Great hospital, wonderful ward.
Food's lovely.
Good, good.
(sharp) Bugger off.
I must go, darling.
Same time tomorrow.
Look forward to it.
Bye bye.
Bye.
LOUD RIPPING
What's going on?
Excuse me, patient privacy.
(calls) Bron, you there?
Yes, Bob.
I want to talk to you.
What's all this about?
Where did you get all this from?
HORN HONKS
Hello. How are you?
I've got a game on Saturday.
You'll come, won't you?
Of course I will.
And what's this?
Ice cream.
Ice cream.
You really saved me today,
I appreciate it.
As long as it doesn't
become a habit.
I can't work out why you did it.
I mean, we don't exactly
see eye-to-eye.
You were in trouble,
I could help out.
Well, thanks. I appreciate it.
Okay, I've got to head off home.
Sure.
Okay, say goodbye and thank you
to Miss Ryan.
BOTH: Thank you, Aunty Von.
Goodbye.
Deidre's not good
at looking after herself.
I get a bit lost
when Lionel's not there.
I told her not to cook,
it gets me frightened.
Sometimes I forget
to turn off the gas.
She forgets things.
I wasn't eating much food here.
So it seemed a shame to waste it.
I did pick up one or two bits extra.
I like them biccies.
We won't get into trouble, will we?
Oh, no. Of course not.
We'll organise a social worker
and get Meals On Wheels.
They'll come to your home every day.
Lovely.
That'll be nice.
We'll see you in a minute.
The Equip
have left the building.
How did they seem?
They congratulated us
on our patient relations.
Well, of course.
What else did they say?
You ready?
(calls) Angie.
Ah, see, I told you
everything would be okay.
The tv's even there.
Yeah, what a bummer.
Sorry?
Well, she's probably stolen
the smaller stuff.
Phone jar's still there.
What did I tell you?
My room's been trashed
and my Walkman is missing.
Connor, your room
always looks like this.
Hey, look, she's even left a note.
"Dear Jared, thanks for trusting me
when I didn't trust myself.
Love, Angie. PS, tell Connor
I didn't nick anything."
Love, Angie. PS, tell Connor
I didn't nick anything."
There's my 20 bucks back.
There's my 20 bucks back.
(softly) Yeah, I was wrong.
What was that?
I was wrong, okay? This time.
Yeah, well, I just hope she's okay.
Yeah, me, too.
(turns on television)
TENDER MUSIC
I'm going to beat this bastard,
Bronny.