All Saints (1998) s01e12 Episode Script

1
Previously on All Saints
I've been trying to
crack on to that guy for months.
Next to you, I'm invisible.
So, what's the diagnosis?
I think you're going to live.
Good, because I'm going to sue.
I thought I'd invite Luke.
Luke?
Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen.
Observe and learn.
Sure. Why not?
Great.
Alright, I'll see you this arvo -
unless I get held up.
Oh, um, are you free for lunch?
It's important.
I'm here, tell me now.
I have to make a call first.
Who to?
I'm not saying anything
until I'm sure.
I hate it when you do that.
Why do you do that?
I'm a sadist.
Alright. I'll try and find
five minutes, okay?
Steph, that's fantastic.
I told you you should. So, why now?
I've been thinking about it so long,
I realised if I put it off
I might never do it, and then
spend all my life wondering.
Have you talked to the universities?
Today.
You'll get in.
You might have to do
bridging subjects.
Whatever. It feels good
to have made up my mind.
What did Ben have to say?
I haven't told him yet, but
I'm sure he'll be right behind me.
Dr Stephanie Markham.
He'll be so proud.
I really wish we were leaving today.
That'd be nice, except I haven't
finalised the arrangements.
Oh, really?
Anything I can do to help?
Good try.
I am keeping
this destination a secret.
Do it up.
I get enough of those at work.
Who'll look after us?
I'm working on it.
Hopefully - Grandma.
(flat) Great.
I don't see why we can't go.
Do you guys know
where Mum's taking me?
Oh, great. Family conspiracy.
That's right.
Don't you dare try
getting out of it.
I wouldn't dream of it.
Good.
See you after work.
Okay.
See you, kids.
Bye, Dad.
Bye, Dad.
Bye, Dad.
We've got two wound infections
on the ward already.
The surgeons are blaming us.
Typical.
Scrub your hands between patients
until they hurt.
Especially if you're wiping
your nose all the time.
Oh, God. Miss Efficiency's back.
I think she's nice.
Oh, yeah.
She's got an infection, but we'll
send her home with oral antibiotics.
Great.
You seem on top of it.
I should be.
I started at five a.m.
I'm so happy to have started
my surgical term.
You're lucky you got Luke.
He's terrific.
Well, if he ever gets here.
He's not usually late.
I'll page him.
Jaz. Did I mention
it's my birthday today?
Oh, like a broken record.
BUZZER SOUNDS
Oh, no!
Not again.
Raelene?
You can't keep doing this.
Sorry. I had to go.
Connor, what's going on?
She won't stay put.
Keeps disappearing to the loo.
Is she eating?
Everything put in front of her,
including the scrambled eggs.
What about her electrolytes?
They're all over the shop, Terri.
Okay. I'll leave you to it.
Raelene, I need to collect
all of your urine, okay?
You shouldn't be
getting up out of bed alone.
I can't use that pan.
I know it's uncomfortable,
but until we know what's wrong,
you have to put up with it, okay?
That's the third time this morning.
I know. Sorry.
When can I go home?
When we sort out
what's going wrong with you.
I'm just a bit run down.
You've got severe abdominal pain,
you collapsed,
and your electrolytes
are dangerously abnormal.
That's a bit more than run down.
I need your help
to get this sample, okay?
Yeah.
We'll get you sorted out.
Get you back to your old self,
and get you home.
Thanks, Bron.
What's up?
Your wound's infected, Mr Pinkton.
What?
Starting saline irrigation.
Swab it. Cultures and sensitivities.
Find out what it is.
We'll get it to Pathology.
It won't leave a scar, will it?
We'll try our best, Mr Pinkton.
Celia White in room two
has similar symptoms.
Has she been swabbed?
Results are due today.
Here are the Path forms.
I'll write Mr Pinkton up
for antibiotics.
Great. Thanks.
We're looking at staphylococcal
infection, aren't we?
Could be.
(groans) Fitzer and I
were getting on so well.
Fitzer alert.
Luke.
Don't tell him.
What?
It's no use worrying him
until Pathology says what it is.
True.
Thanks.
Morning, sir.
Dr Forlano.
This is my new intern -
Phoebe Gibbs.
We've met.
So, ready for our
thyroidectomy tomorrow?
Absolutely, sir.
Looking forward to it.
BUZZER SOUNDS
Miss White, I think.
Ah, Terri, about this infection.
There's no need to say anything
to Mr Fitzer
until we get the results back.
Well, I won't cover it up.
Luke's call.
Connor's birthday cake.
All donations hungrily accepted.
What is it about birthdays?
Someone does a SECRET collection.
The other someone
pretends to be surprised,
and we all lose half an hour
of valuable work time.
Thanks, Doctor.
Sorry about that.
It's been a big weekend.
Ta.
What's with her?
Give her a break.
She's come straight from
a 36 hour shift in Emergency.
DOOR KNOCK
I'm Peter Morrison.
I must look awful.
You another doctor?
Yes. I'm a psychiatrist.
A shrink?
I hear you collapsed last night.
Do you want to tell me about it?
I'm a bit run down.
Eating okay?
Yeah, of course.
I've been working too hard,
that's all.
What sort of work do you do?
I'm a beautician.
I've got my own salon.
Luke, are you going to lie to Fitzer
about the infections?
It's not lying, it's, ah
It's not telling the truth.
Either you tell him or I will.
I reminded him the pain may increase
between the third and tenth day
after surgery.
Any concerns,
he should come to Emergency.
Thank you, Doctor.
You've got yourself quite an intern.
I agree, sir.
If there's anything you need,
just let me know.
Sure.
I know you're embarrassed, but if
I can't help my own goddaughter
Uncle Alan!
I don't want you giving her
special treatment.
Ah, no, sir.
What are you talking about?
Sometimes people with
busy lifestyles forget their diet.
My diet's fine.
Raelene, your electrolytes
are all over the place.
That can mean you're not getting
proper nutrition.
You reckon I'm one of those freaks
who starve themselves to death.
I don't think you're a freak.
I'm just trying to work out
what's wrong with you.
Well, don't you listen?
I'm eating fine.
Just ask your bloody nurse.
How many infections?!
Nothing's confirmed, sir.
Two, possibly three.
So far.
My patients are at risk.
Hygiene is falling down.
The nurses are not using
proper hand washing techniques.
Nothing is wrong with my nurses'
hand washing techniques.
The infection may be from theatre.
Don't waste my time, Sister.
Get this sorted out, Forlano, NOW.
I've arranged with
Infection Control CNC
to have the entire staff,
and doctors, swabbed for staph.
They're going to love you.
I know.
I will not have this ward known
as the staph ward of All Saints.
It won't be us spreading it around.
You always make me feel like
I've done something wrong, Von.
Have you seen Raelene?
Bulimia.
Thought so.
I have to get her to admit it.
We can't help until she sees
she has a problem.
She might think it's a solution.
Yes, I know.
Do we know who the next of kin is?
Um, I think it's her de facto.
Adam Gregson.
Have we seen him yet?
Not as far as I know.
Interesting.
Hey, tell me,
where are you and Jen off to?
She's keeping it a surprise.
That's very romantic.
It's very torturous.
I hate not knowing.
It'll do you good.
Hi, Ben.
Hi. Busy?
Always, but come on in.
I can't stay. I'm looking for Steph.
She's around.
I'll leave you guys to it.
I hope our news
doesn't stress you out.
She talked to you?
No, but I know what she'll say.
I think I do, anyway.
She's pregnant!
If I see her, I'll say
you're looking for her.
Okay. Thanks.
Sorry this took so long, Mr Pinkton.
How are you feeling?
Crook.
Hope these are low fat.
"Flabby chops"
they used to call me at work.
Not any more -
I've lost nearly 20 kilos.
I had to get the doctor
to sew up all the loose skin.
Like a Labrador pup I was.
You're allergic.
Spit them out, please.
Penicillin, sulphur, you name it.
I can't believe I did this.
You won't tell anyone, will you?
I've just finished 36 hours
in Emergency.
I'm not thinking straight.
Maybe you should take a break.
I can't. This is my first day.
Look, I didn't check
the medication chart properly.
I've never stuffed up
like this before.
I got it in time. It's okay.
Thanks, Steph. I owe you one.
You'd better get back to work.
I'll write you up a new order.
Thanks a lot.
ALL: Surprise!
Oh, you guys.
I had no idea, of course.
Who's Florence?
It's Florence Nightingale's
birthday, too.
Yeah. Thanks.
Come on, blow it out, Connor.
I've got work to do.
Did you get Mrs Jackson's
blood results?
Oh, damn. Save me some.
Happy 27th. Don't forget
to get swabbed. See you later.
Dig in!
Bron - phone.
Jared, Celia White's
ringing her buzzer.
She must need sugar in her tea.
Don't eat it all.
Sorry, mate.
Just you and me, baby.
Cake?
I'd be sick.
How was your first day
as surgical intern?
I've got a foul headache.
We're going for drinks later.
It's my birthday -
you might want to come.
Sorry, got to run.
That was smooth.
Terri, I called a couple
of the universities.
And?
I have to do some physics and
chemistry, but, basically, I'm in.
That's fantastic.
Hey, have you seen Ben?
No.
Have you spoken to him?
No, not yet.
I think you've got
a bit of a problem there.
Hey.
Hey.
I'm not pregnant.
Oh. But I thought
No. I'm sorry.
Didn't mean to get your hopes up.
I'm going to do medicine.
Oh, no!
It's a big commitment.
Huge, in fact.
It will mean a few sacrifices.
Mmm. Like kids.
I know you want a family, Ben.
I do, too - eventually.
But, this is important to me.
And what about
what's important to me?
It's just a few years.
And the rest!
What happens
when you finish studying?
There's the internship, residency.
This is not a snap decision?
No, it's not.
I've thought about it a long time.
Why?!
You're a fantastic nurse.
It's not enough.
When I see someone like Phoebe
Gibbs, I just wish it was me.
So, it doesn't really matter what
I think, you've made up your mind.
No.
Yes.
Adam?
Adam, if you're there, pick up.
Adam?
Raelene, the mobile!
How are you feeling?
Better.
Good. You look better.
I have to take some more blood.
You've got chocolate on your mouth.
Sorry.
Birthday cake.
It's my birthday today.
Happy birthday.
Has anyone rung for me?
No, not that I know of.
No messages?
Sorry.
Expecting a call, huh?
Adam, my de facto.
He's probably caught up
with clients.
Busy man.
Well, we both are.
That must make it hard.
No.
Hey, um, I was wondering.
I'm having a bit of trouble
with the toilet.
You just gave me a sample before.
Oh, right.
How long's it been?
A couple of days.
You got anything I can take?
I'll, ah, talk to the doctor
about a laxative.
Thanks.
I've had this problem before.
I might need a few.
I'll see what I can do.
Did she ask for a laxative
or did you suggest it?
She asked for it.
Classic bulimia.
It's a vicious circle
BEEPER SOUNDS
Imagine sticking your fingers
down your throat.
I know. Poor girl.
Plus it's a waste of good food.
Steph, hi. I was wondering
if you want to go out tonight.
I thought you'd crash.
Got my second wind.
Thank God for caffeine.
Come on, I owe you one.
Yeah, I'd love to.
Ben's working late anyway.
There's something
you could help me with.
BUZZER SOUNDS
Mrs White.
I can't believe it.
What?
I just got invited to present my
paper at that conference in Hobart.
Oh, no! You're going to be away.
But anyone who's anyone
will be there.
I know. Still, it's an honour
to be asked, isn't it?
Congratulations.
How's it going?
The thyroid and I are like that.
I've only seen one or two
thyroidectomies,
but I'm sure I could do one
blindfolded.
Yeah, you'll be fine.
Hey, you know
it's Connor's birthday today?
Really? Five bucks enough?
No, you missed out on the cake.
We're going to M3 tonight.
Want to come for a drink?
I should study.
Come on, you're studying now.
Yeah, okay.
Yeah? Great. Connor will be rapt.
I'm not ignorant.
I know what staph is, it's deadly.
I want to see Mr Fitzer.
Mrs White, it's not deadly.
It's perfectly treatable.
And what's this?
To avoid spreading infection
we're isolating you both.
I won't share a room with a man!
If we had an option, we'd take it.
This is outrageous!
I'm a private patient.
This must be serious if you're done
up like somebody out of Chernobyl.
It's just a precautionary measure.
Then, why the get-up?
Don't talk to me about procedures
and infection control.
If I die, my wife
will sue this hospital.
Is everything okay here?
No problems.
Do you want to see
that patient in Emergency?
I've ordered erect
and supine chest X-rays.
So, I'm going to be here longer,
and with him.
He's a nice man.
Aren't you, Tony?
Not as much of a man
as I used to be.
22 stone, can you believe it?
I'm half the size and twice
the bloke, so me missus says.
I want to speak to Mr Fitzer - NOW!
Mr Fitzer.
I've arranged with Infection Control
to have the staff swabbed.
You won't mind, will you?
Sister, I've been a surgeon
for many years.
I operate in several hospitals.
My patients leave theatre
uncontaminated.
This isn't meant to be
an us and them situation.
Staphylococcus infections
are common in hospitals.
The reason we haven't had
a major outbreak
is because we track down
the source quickly.
I'm well aware of procedure,
but I won't postpone operating
for several days
You only have to if you're infected.
Which I'm not!
Which can only be established
if you're swabbed.
You're very stubborn, Sister.
Yes, I know.
Thanks, Mr Fitzer.
(sighs)
Raelene?
Raelene.
Raelene.
Raelene.
Come on.
Let's get you back to the room.
It's okay.
She probably needs the rest, mate.
I'll leave it until tomorrow.
No sign of the boyfriend?
No, none.
She was pretty devastated
when she found out I knew.
Mmm. Well, thanks a lot.
Terri, coming for a drink
at M3 tonight?
Would that be before or after
I've written four reports?
Besides, it's my turn to cook.
I get the picture.
I'll have a drink for you.
Oh, thanks, Bron.
Phoebe, I'm off.
If the staff swab results come in
before you go, let me know.
It doesn't matter how late it is.
Okay.
Chase up the MRI results
and the CT, and get some sleep.
I'm in surgery tomorrow
so you've got a big day.
See you at eight tonight.
I'll be there.
Where the hell are the results
for Steven Browning?!
Here, let's have a look.
Um, they're here.
Here they are.
I've got quite a night ahead of me.
Yes, haven't we all?
I knew something was up.
The amount of pressure
she put on me to be there.
Sure enough, there's Amanda.
I don't think my mum will quit
until we're married.
Is that what you want?
I don't know.
We've known each other a long time.
Our parents are friends.
Boring.
Luke.
Hey.
How are you?
Hi, guys.
Connor.
Where's your date, mate?
Florence couldn't make it.
What did happen to Dr Phoebe?
Well, I did invite her,
but she's tired and had a headache.
Oh, right.
I'd forget it, mate.
She'll be so busy, she won't
have time to look at a bloke.
Hey, is that Steph?
I might drag her over.
She's probably waiting for Ben.
He might've been held up at work.
She's a big girl.
She'll come over if she wants to.
Besides, her date's here.
Oooh, must've been a bad headache.
It's amazing what paracetamol
and strong coffee can do.
Thanks.
Hi.
I need a drink.
Scotch and soda, thanks.
I'll get it.
Make it a double.
You must be exhausted.
Bloody Miss White.
She's driving me nuts.
She didn't shut up all day.
There's something I wanted to
talk to you about.
Tired?
Always.
I should never have let you
become a doctor.
Ah, but you did.
So it's my fault
we never spend time together?
I'm sorry.
That's why I'm looking forward
to this holiday so much.
Hey, I finalised the travel
arrangements today.
Great.
You okay?
Yeah.
Anything happen at work?
No.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
You want another one?
No, I'm fine, thanks.
Occupational hazard.
Excuse me. One more, thanks.
So, what was it you wanted
to talk to me about?
Not many people know this.
I want to do medicine.
Forget it.
Because you don't think
I could do it, or
You could do it alright,
but you won't have a life.
I haven't seen a movie
in over six months.
Friends have stopped asking me out
because I'm too busy.
You make a few sacrifices
Steph, it's more than that.
Are you married?
A lot of relationships
don't survive the stress.
But if you know
what you're in for
Steph, half my family are doctors.
I knew what I was getting myself
in for - intellectually, anyway.
What does hubby think of all this?
He's not happy, he wants kids.
Then why are we even having
this conversation?
If you love him,
don't risk your marriage.
I do love him,
but I have to do what I want to do.
It's too hard, Steph.
Harder than I ever thought.
Phoebe.
Evening, ladies.
God, I hate being called a lady!
Well, seeing as you couldn't join me
for a birthday drink, I, ah
Thanks, Connor.
That's so sweet.
Oh! I'm sorry,
I'm a bit clumsy when I'm tired.
Excuse me.
Big day, she's exhausted.
Um really bad headache.
Jitters?
Not to mention those mood swings.
I've got a medical problem.
Pituitary adenoma.
Whatever.
See you.
Oh, thanks.
Kids asleep?
They're getting there.
Here's to our new honeymoon.
Imagine, two whole weeks together,
just you and me.
Jen
Mmm?
I need your opinion on something.
Yeah. What?
Um, I've been given the chance
to present my paper.
At the conference in Hobart.
That's fantastic!
Yeah.
Except it's in three weeks.
We'll be away.
Yeah.
No way!
Fine. If you don't want me
to go, then
That's not what I meant.
You're not using that psychology
double speak on me this time.
If you want to go, you go, but I'm
not making the decision for you.
I'm not asking you to.
I'm giving you a choice.
You've made up your mind.
We can go on a holiday later
in the year, just the two of us.
Oh, that'd be nice.
It might also never happen.
I promise.
And I need a break now.
So I'm going to go by myself.
What?
It won't be as much fun,
I'd rather you come along.
But I won't waste my long service
leave on you going to a conference.
Great, but what about the kids?
Well, for once, that's YOUR problem.
No wonder you get so tired.
Cranky, too.
Don't worry, I know it.
And the headaches - just crippling.
You should talk to Luke.
No!
If anyone else were to know I was
sick, they'd treat me differently.
It's hard enough as it is already.
It's so unfair.
Don't I know it.
But, I hate dwelling on it
on a night like tonight.
Can you hold that for me?
Gee, is that the time?
Aren't you boys on early tomorrow?
What am I going to do about Amanda?
Connor, shouldn't you be
nursing that cold of yours?
Yeah, I might as well,
seeing as I struck out here.
Connor.
Where's yours?
I can't.
It's time for me
to turn into a pumpkin.
Oh, you can't go.
I've got to be up early
for surgery tomorrow.
Okay, alright.
Well, see you tomorrow.
Have a good one.
Gee, Bron, a bit of bad luck.
Come and dance.
Did I miss something?
Seriously weird.
What?
Stand back, staph man.
You're joking, right?
Uh-uh, you've got it.
No!
I can't believe it,
I'll miss the thyroidectomy.
VON: I said it wasn't the nurses.
TERRI: You'll be back to it
when you finish your antibiotics
and give me two clear swabs.
Who would've thought?
Don't touch it,
that's how it spreads.
Touch the wound
then touch something else.
Yeah, yeah, alright.
You tell us to wash our hands.
Alright!
What will happen?
There's a lot of work to do.
I've got a couple of days owing.
Think you can cope?
Yeah, sure.
Any trouble,
page me or call Doug Ho.
I'll leave you
in Bron's capable hands.
We've got three new surgical cases.
Not to mention
your godfather's thyroid.
That's scheduled for this afternoon.
Sure.
Okay?
Thanks.
Hi.
Good morning.
Tonight, how does dinner sound?
Presumptuous.
What about last night?
You were drunk.
She said it was okay.
You can't be serious?
Terri, I gave her the choice.
You are incorrigible.
What?
I know the way you work.
You twist things around and make it
look like it was her decision.
That's what she said.
How long do you think
Jenny will last, Peter?
LIFT BELL SOUNDS
She's getting her break.
You can't keep doing this to her.
I tell you what, if you two split,
I'll never speak to you again.
That is not going to happen.
So, Von, you'll have to help Bron
in four and 12.
There's a name for women like her.
It's overworked.
Well, that's what you get
for coming on to a doctor.
You weren't there.
She was coming on to me.
She was, Von, she was all over him.
Good God!
She has problems you don't know
about, so give her some leeway.
What kind of problems?
I can't go into that.
I told you bed two was to have
Damn! Why did you leave that
in the walkway?
Clean it up!
Excuse me.
Your patient, Tom Moore, is ready
for his abdominal paracentesis.
What abdominal paracentesis?
You ordered it. Last night.
Of course. Yes, um, thank you.
You'll be fine.
This was supposed to be for Luke
to do. He's supposed to be here.
Okay, I'll call someone else.
No, no, it's fine. I'll do it.
This is going to relieve some of
the fluid in your tummy, Mr Moore.
You're going to feel a lot better.
It won't hurt, will it?
No.
Have you given the anaesthetic
enough time?
(short) Yes, okay!
(screams)
Argh! I can feel it.
It's okay, Mr Adams.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
(inhales deeply)
Just, um, apply
a bit of pressure there.
(urgent) Doctor!
Stephanie?
Celia White, room two.
How could I forget?
She's chucking a wobbly about
having to share a room with a man
and about the infection.
Could you organise diazepam?
I'll write it up.
Sure. I'll get someone to
check it out of the DD cupboard.
Everyone's busy.
I'll give it to her.
Uncle Alan would never forgive me
if I were to keep a patient waiting.
Hi.
Oh, Adam. Hi.
I've been calling you.
Didn't you check
the answering machine?
No. I haven't had time.
So, where's my flowers
and chocolates, you bugger?
It would've been a bloody waste
of chocolates, wouldn't it?
Where's that Bronwyn? She's nice.
(laughs) She's on a break.
You're stuck with me, I'm afraid.
Ta, love.
CELIA: Fix my pillows
while you're here, will you?
And tilt my bed up.
I'm convinced I'll get bedsores.
We won't let that happen.
Nonsense! You let me get
a disgusting infection.
And made sure I had no peace at all.
Don't you feel any better?
No. Why should I feel any better?
The doctor gave you some medication.
What medication?
Dr Gibbs didn't give you anything?
I've had nothing
except antibiotics today.
They make me feel nauseous.
WHIRRING SOUND
Bron?
Mmm.
You notice anything weird
with Phoebe?
Last night was pretty weird. Why?
She's got a pituitary problem.
Micro adenoma.
She told me the same thing when I
caught her popping pills last night.
Are you serious?
Mmm-hmm.
Oh, well, she likes a bit of help
when she goes out.
Why? You don't think she's
taking anything in here, do you?
What's going on?
Oh, another bad day.
With you.
I explained that to you.
I thought you understood.
I did, until I realised Celia White
never got the medication
you ordered.
Oh oh, I must've forgotten
to give it to her.
You took it, because you were
too off your face to cope.
That's ridiculous. My pituitary
There is no adenoma.
And that's your PROFESSIONAL
diagnosis, is it, Nurse?
Yes, Doctor!
He broke up with me.
He couldn't stand it any more.
What?
Bingeing
running off to the bathroom
My breath probably smelt like vomit
every time I kissed him.
My moods were all over the place.
I didn't think he knew.
I am so stupid.
No, you're not stupid.
I am, alright?
I've stuffed everything up.
I'm sorry.
When did it start?
When I was 14
..15
I was so fat.
I tried starving myself,
but I couldn't even do that.
So, I started throwing up
taking laxatives.
Heaps of them.
I just hate myself.
Raelene, I think you've got a lot
more to offer than you realise.
I have responsibilities to my
patients, to my staff, and to you.
Now, with or without
your permission,
I will have to inform
the Medical Board.
You're a danger to yourself
and to others.
I won't appear in front of a panel
of my peers and admit I take drugs.
Oh, Phoebe, you have no choice.
Look, this is not
an uncommon problem.
What about my family?
Uncle Alan?
How will they feel about me?
Their golden girl gone bad.
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Just a minute.
Would you like me to arrange someone
for you to speak to?
No, it's fine. I'll organise it.
Do you know Peter Morrison?
Yes. Yes, I do.
You get on with your business.
But if I get fat
no-one will like me.
I'll always be by myself.
You don't have to be fat or alone.
I tried going to the movies
by myself once.
Everyone else was there
with someone.
They all looked at me
like I was a complete loser.
So, I went and bought heaps
of popcorn and ice cream,
and afterwards I threw up.
It's okay to do things by yourself.
In fact, some people prefer it.
Yeah. But it's better
with someone else.
Especially the movies.
You know, after you can go and have
a coffee and tear it all apart.
I bet you've got someone.
She's lucky.
Sometimes I'm not sure
she feels that way.
Phoebe.
I'm really sorry
for dumping you in it.
You didn't dump me in it.
I dumped myself in it.
Promise me you're not going to
beat yourself up about this?
Any of it.
I promise you I don't blame you.
Nobody will.
Are you going to get some help?
I'm going to do something about it.
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(yells) Phoebe!
Go away!
What are you doing?
Leave me alone.
Come on. You're not stupid.
Just climb back over here.
Stay away from me.
I'm not going to let you do this.
You can't stop me.
I'm going to.
Phoebe, look at me.
Come on, please! Look at me.
Come on. Come on.
Okay. You don't want to
kill yourself.
What happens if you jump and you get
halfway down and change your mind?
Phoebe, do you
really want to die today?
(clenched) I don't know!
(screams)
You've worked so bloody hard.
I have worked hard.
So hard.
So hard.
I knew there was something wrong
with that chick.
Bloody stupid, resorting to drugs.
Everybody else copes.
Von, she's sick,
and you know what happens.
Bye, all.
How are you feeling about Phoebe?
Well, you know. I could have handled
the conversation differently.
What, she wouldn't
have tried to jump?
Terri, don't beat yourself up
over it.
I know you. You would have said
exactly the right thing.
So, are you going home?
Mmm-hmm.
To tell Jen you're going on holiday
and you're looking forward to it?
Goodnight.
I didn't know what I was doing.
Or how to handle it.
But you did.
I had no idea how much pressure
she was under.
We're all under pressure.
Here.
She told me how hard it is.
Her work her family
I just don't think
I could handle it.
Come on, you're different.
I don't want you to do medicine,
you know that.
But you could do it.
You wouldn't go under.
But we might.
(sobs)
DOOR KNOCK
Bron. Hi.
Hi. I thought you might need
a bit of moral support.
Oh, thanks.
Well come in.
It's like you read my mind.
I'm coming with you, Jen.
On our honeymoon?
Well, it just wouldn't be the same
without me.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Mmm.
Mmmm!
MMMM! That's very nice.
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