All Saints (1998) s01e13 Episode Script

1
Previously on All Saints.
Here's to our new honeymoon.
Imagine, two whole weeks together -
just you and me.
Do you guys know
where Mum's taking me?
Oh, great. Family conspiracy.
TERRI: Have you seen Raeleen?
PETER: Bulimia.
Thought so.
She has to admit it.
I bet you've got someone.
She's lucky.
Sometimes I'm not sure
she feels that way.
But I want to see Peter.
You know Dr Morrison
is away for two weeks.
I need to see him before I go home.
I'm sure Dr Saker will understand
No, she won't.
You don't understand.
Only Peter understands.
Raeleen's at it again.
She's been like a broken record
demanding to see Peter Morrison.
She's emotionally dependent on him.
That's because he's so nice.
I'll get Dr Saker to chat with her.
It looks like you're scoring
a transfer from Saint Angela's.
When?
20 minutes ago. It's Russell Geddes.
Oh, no. He's not back again.
Cardiomyopathy.
Shove him in with Raeleen.
Misery loves company.
Russell's okay.
He's sick and lonely.
Don't you dare.
I'm not going to open it.
I'm just shifting it.
Are we ever
going to get this holiday?
Why don't you tell me
where we're going?
On a magical mystery tour.
That's all I'm saying.
Why do I have
this feeling of unease?
Aha! Devoid of patients,
he analyses himself.
Jared, you'll have to be
really firm with Raeleen.
I know, but she's screaming
for Dr Morrison.
Bad luck. This holiday
means too much to them.
Everybody, Peter Morrison
won't be in for two weeks.
Lucky.
Hi. Could you page Dr Peter Morrison
for me, please?
Um it's Sister Sullivan
in ward 17.
We need him here urgently.
Bron, hey, hey.
Personal question?
You can ask.
You might not get an answer, though.
Seeing Luke?
No.
If you don't want to talk about it.
I said no.
You live at the hospital.
Why was Luke dropping you off
to work this morning?
Have you shared this with anyone?
No.
Don't. Please.
What's the big secret?
We just want it that way,
that's all.
Be a mate?
Yep, I'm a mate.
Natasha Reece will admit herself
at eight
for a triple bypass due at three.
That's cutting it fine.
A celebrity thing -
burning the candle at both ends.
Jaz, look what I found
under my windscreen.
Give us a look.
What do you reckon.
Some kind of weird advertisement?
Jared, you've got a secret admirer.
Do you think?
Either that or it's a threat.
Who makes threats
with paper flowers?
The Mafia send flowers, don't they?
Is this a clue?
Is this where we're going?
Hawaii?
Fiji?
Ooh, he's intrigued.
This is a good thing.
The kids are at their grandparents
and I'm about to go on a mysterious
holiday with the man I love.
Who just happens to be my husband.
PAGER BEEPS
Don't even think about it.
It's probably a mistake.
Of course it is.
They know you're on holiday.
I'll just
Let someone else sort it out!
It's Terri.
She wouldn't page me
unless it's an emergency.
Someone else is doing your job,
emergencies included.
Jen
I know. You've never let a patient
down and you can't start now.
That still doesn't make it fair.
One hour. That's all.
Well, you can't come back here.
You'll have to meet me there.
Where?
You promise me that you will be
at the Primrose Road jetty by 11 am.
I promise.
What are you doing?
You won't need this.
But
All Saints can have you until half
past ten and after that you're mine.
If you're not there on time,
I will leave without you.
I will be there.
I promise.
Welcome back, Russell.
Like I really want to be here.
Just lie back for the moment.
Daily weight check
and strict bed rest for now.
We'll do more tests
and review medication
when I've seen your letter
from Saint Angela's.
Thanks, Rob.
They knocked me back
for a new ticker at Saint Angela's.
Wasted on me.
I'm sure they didn't say that.
They didn't have to.
Stands to reason.
We'll look after you here.
You wouldn't have to put up with me
if the home nursing thing worked.
I'm on my own.
I'm sorry.
I like being on my own but community
nurses can't work miracles.
Just lie back, relax and we'll do
everything we can to help you.
They couldn't give me
a new heart at Saint Angela's.
What more can you possibly do?
I don't see why
I should pay a booking fee.
You kept me waiting 25 minutes.
It would have been quicker
to catch a bus.
I've got your number. I'm a lawyer.
I could eat you alive in front of
the consumer complaints tribunal.
Loser.
VON: Jasmina, double check.
Where's Rob Bowen?
He got paged to Outpatients.
Whoa!
Watch where you're going.
Miss Reece!
I recognised you.
That saves time. Bowen around?
Not at the moment, but
if you quickly fill this out.
I stopped filling out forms
in grade six.
Miss Reece, you really gave those
government blokes heaps last night.
If you can screw them in court
and on tv
they'll think twice
before abusing their powers.
I need a dedicated phone line
for my computer.
A computer?
(sarcastically) Yes.
If you're bringing anything
like a computer into the hospital,
it is at your own risk.
We accept no responsibility
for loss, theft or damage.
I'm really sorry,
there's only one phone line.
You'll have to use that. Okay?
I understand why the Africans prefer
a GP with a grass hut and a rattle.
Connor.
This is Miss Reece.
For room four.
I thought I recognised you.
Hi, I'm Connor Costello.
I'll be looking after you.
Miss Reece, just through here.
I thought someone like yourself
would prefer a private room.
I prefer to stay true
to my working class roots.
Pick a side.
(gritted) Another whinger,
that's all we need.
Rob.
Terri.
Regarding Russell Geddes, have you
thought of prescribing Sonapril?
Oh, Terri
I know it's new and expensive.
Over $1,000 a day.
It's ideal therapy
for someone like him.
It'd get him out of hospital,
possibly off oxygen.
I agree, which is why I prescribed
it for him last time he was in.
That's not in his history.
That powers that be
wouldn't allow it.
They couldn't justify the expense.
So we maintain him
on less effective medication?
No. We use the best therapies
available in the allocated budget.
If we don't give him Sonapril, he'll
be bedridden the rest of his life.
The almighty dollar has spoken.
I fought this battle and lost.
Well, I haven't.
It's got to be low salt.
You tell 'em but they never listen.
We've got a dietary chart
from your last visit.
There've been changes since then.
They found more things
I'm allergic to.
I'll have the dietician
check it through with you.
Someone should know that I get
pins and needles at night.
Okay.
I don't like the pillows that way.
Just trying to do my best.
And I want the bottle
where I can reach it.
Craig - that's the name of the
bastard who refused me a heart.
You're not a rellie, are you?
No.
Wouldn't give me the time of day.
He's a real old coot.
That's not very caring.
She's been Russelled.
I feel sorry for him, it's just
I felt really good this morning.
I could tell.
Can't we do anything for Russell?
Not unless we get a new drug
called Sonapril.
It's expensive and I'd have to get
it past the Business Unit Manager.
Good luck. They don't call them
BUMs for nothing.
Hi, Terri.
What are you doing here?
You tell me. You paged me.
That's not very funny.
Someone called Sister Sullivan
paged me.
Well, no-one here wants
or needs to see you.
Except Raeleen Gregson.
Oh, no! She wouldn't, would she?
She popped out for a walk.
She could've used a pay phone.
Did you give her your pager number?
I could wring both your necks.
I'm here now. I'll see her.
No, don't. You go now.
Hang on. I don't tell you
how to do your job.
If I meet Jen by 11
everything will be okay.
She should have sent you cargo.
I just really needed to see you.
I'm confused.
We were making great progress.
You were going to be
discharged today.
I got scared.
Do you know why?
Being on my own.
You won't be there.
I can't even call you.
We talked about
your image of yourself.
Not the way other people see you.
Taking control.
Even if you could reach me 24 hours
a day, I can't do that for you.
Have you started your diary yet?
That diary's really important.
It's not just a gimmick.
Once you spell out your feelings
and thoughts and examine them,
it's the first step towards control.
We spoke about that.
Yeah, I know.
I'll make a deal with you.
When I get back
and we have our first appointment,
I'll read you some of my diary
and you can read me yours.
See? Better already.
You have coronary artery disease.
Your lifestyle contributes to this,
and you've made no effort to
minimise your pre-op health status.
I've done my best about the diet
and I've given up smoking.
I've just examined you.
Well, I've cut down.
The operation's out of the question.
Reschedule.
I'll do Brindesi at three.
If you're laying a guilt trip on me
for the odd puff
It's not just smoking. What about
exercise to reduce stress?
How am I supposed to reduce stress
in my business?
Court rooms are stressful!
I've reorganised my life to be here.
You're in no condition
to undergo cardiac surgery.
Get me another surgeon.
Go home. Make another appointment
and we'll start again.
Who do you people think you are?
I've called you a cab, Dr Morrison.
Thanks, Jaz. Can you see
if you can get a hold?
Are you still here?
Nagging is
your least attractive quality.
Oh. Sort Raeleen out?
Yes, but I'd still like to
talk to Dr Saker.
We'll take it from here.
NATASHA: Read my lips. Rack off!
I couldn't have put that
better myself.
Alright, I'm going. Aloha.
Look, Miss Reece,
you're not being realistic.
I want my operation.
Miss Reece doesn't want to go home.
That's right. Get me Bowen now.
Miss Reece, you're in hospital.
There are people here whose health
requires peace and quiet.
Please show consideration.
Okay. Just give me
what I'm entitled to.
You know why the operation's
not possible.
He's biased.
He's against my lifestyle.
This has nothing to do with bias.
I have a deal with this hospital.
I've put my life on hold
at great expense to be here now.
You're obliged to do your part.
A surgeon's not obliged
to operate on you.
There's a surgical risk.
Tough.
I'm leaving this ward on a trolley
straight for the operating theatre.
STEPH: We can't just
leave her there.
Then call security and kick her out.
Okay, let's think about this.
She's angry, probably scared
and she's behaving stupidly.
We'll give her time.
She'll realise it, and go home.
What about the other patients?
She's haranguing them.
When's Raeleen out of room one?
Right now.
I'm sorry. I didn't see you.
No, I'm sorry. I should never
have paged Dr Morrison.
It was a really stupid thing to do.
It's alright. No harm done.
Here are your Outpatient details.
When room one is cleaned,
put Natasha in.
And give her VIP treatment?
Isolate her. She'll get bored
without an audience.
I'll page Dr Bowen.
He can talk to her.
Dr Morrison left these for you.
They're contact details
for crisis counselling.
Oh, thanks. You've been great.
You've all been great.
I'm sorry about eating
your birthday cake the other day.
That's okay, Raeleen.
Ta.
See ya.
See ya.
That's one whinger down, two to go.
Three counting Von.
You'll keep, Nurse Costello.
As I understand, Sister,
no medication can reverse
this man's condition.
But his lifestyle
must be taken into consideration.
Dr Bowen and I
have been through this.
But he could leave hospital.
He could manage his condition.
On a $1,000 plus a day,
I could manage to live on that.
That wasn't what I meant
Forgive my cynicism.
These problems are self-inflicted,
and they expect us
to pick up the tab.
Not Mr Geddes.
His condition is genetic.
It's not his lifestyle.
It could happen to anyone.
That's not the point.
I think it is.
The guidelines are clear.
The diagnosis is the basis
for appropriate treatment.
Mr Geddes is being
appropriately treated.
He's being maintained on medication
until we find him a nursing home.
Would you like someone
to choose that for you?
I don't take any pleasure in
saying no, but a budget is a budget.
If we manage to get Mr Geddes
on Sonapril, it could be a saving.
If we can stabilise him on the drug,
we wouldn't need a nursing home.
We'd send him to his own home where
he would lead an independent life.
It's better for him
and cheaper for the health system.
Very well argued. Very neat.
But, once he leaves All Saints,
it's someone else's budget.
My responsibilities stop here.
I can't order an expensive drug
for a patient who has a Use By date.
Now if you'll excuse me.
Suddenly, there's a single room
free. Things are looking up.
I need your medications, Miss Reece.
Why?
Because it's the rules.
Why didn't you ask for them earlier?
We didn't have a chance to earlier.
Are you trying to intimidate me
out of here? It won't work.
Just following hospital policy.
I've got to keep
the Anginine with me.
I'm supposed to keep it with me.
That's fine.
Thanks.
You can't smoke in here.
What?
You are not smoking
in this hospital.
That's pathetic.
Are you threatening me now?
Why do you need these things?
It's a choice. I enjoy it.
They damaged your health
and prevented your operation.
Do you know what these are?
LAS - legal addictive substances.
Legal, not illegal.
This hospital practices
discrimination and I won't wear it!
Thank you.
It's no wonder
Russell's such a misery.
The system's written him off.
If Richard Craig won't operate
on him, he must be bad.
That man is a miracle worker.
Surgeon's think that if they can't
cut it out, that's the end of it.
Terri's still fighting
the Sonapril case?
I know. I just want to do something.
Some of that famous bedside manner
wouldn't go astray.
Will I see you tonight?
I should be able to fit it
into my busy schedule.
Doctor, that's three nights
in a row.
Real ones this time.
Who are they from?
Didn't say.
They were left downstairs.
Are you sure they weren't left here
by one of my colleagues -
Bron, Connor, or even you?
What are you talking about?
Come on. I'm not dumb.
This is a practical joke
and my so-called colleagues
are laughing at me behind my back.
Jared, you haven't got
a romantic bone in your body.
This is definitely a secret admirer.
Yeah, sure.
Dr Bowen says he's explained
the situation to her
and he has no intention
of debating it with her.
Thanks for the support.
Dr Jones is still in theatre.
The buck stops here as usual!
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Who has a mobile phone in here?
One guess.
No, Terri I'll sort it out.
Yeah, of course it's a story.
I'm being denied medical help.
Miss Reece, you're can't use
that phone.
I'm being abused.
We have extremely sensitive
electronic equipment.
Under the circumstances,
you should give me the phone
and I'll lock it away.
You'll get a receipt and you'll get
the phone back when you leave.
Now I'm being persecuted.
Sorry, I'm late.
Pick up for a booking for Morrison.
Jenny Morrison?
Yeah, that's my wife.
Stood you up, has she?
She's running a bit late.
Told me to meet her here at 11.
Well, it's 20 past now.
Look, can you wait a while?
She shouldn't be too long.
It's really not like her.
Sorry, I can't hold up these people.
I'm late for another pick-up.
Here.
Call this number when your missus
shows and I'll send another boat.
It might even be me.
Yeah, alright. Thanks.
Whereabouts were you taking us?
Rose Bay sea plane.
Got a holiday planned, do you?
Yeah, the honeymoon we never had.
Good for you.
She's organised it as a surprise.
Maybe this is part of the surprise.
Keep you guessing.
Yeah.
Luke, are you alright?
Yeah, yeah.
Um Peter Morrison, has he been?
He left ages ago to meet his wife.
Is there a problem?
Terri, is she here?
She's in her office.
DOOR KNOCK
Yeah?
Terri.
What is it?
I've got some bad news.
It's Jenny Morrison.
She's been brought into Emergency.
MVA.
What about Peter?
No, she was alone.
What's her condition?
Critical.
JENNY: You've reached the
Morrison's. We're not in right now.
If you'd like to leave a message,
please speak after the beep.
Jen, it's me. Pick up the phone,
if you're there, will you?
You're not there.
I'm at the Primrose Road jetty
where you wanted me to be.
I guess you're on your way. Bye.
Is she conscious? I want to see her.
You can't. They took her
straight up to theatre.
How bad is she?
The truck ran a red light.
It hit her taxi side on.
They had to cut her out.
What about the driver?
Walked away.
I'll ring Peter's mobile.
Both have been tried.
Did he say anything about his plans?
No, he didn't.
Jenny was keeping it a secret.
I didn't ask him. I should've.
Terri, this isn't your fault.
He's waiting somewhere for her,
and we can't reach him.
He'll get a message
on his home answering machine.
I'll ring him.
No, I'll do it.
Let me take care of this.
Don't touch anything, please.
I have so much to deal with today.
Russell Natasha
Look
No.
I want to be near Jenny.
SORROWFUL MUSIC
Terri, there's nothing
you can do here.
We don't want to get in the way.
We should go.
I want to know as soon as
her condition changes.
Of course.
Hi, Jen.
It's Terri.
Peter will be here really soon.
We're doing our very best.
I'm praying for you, Jen.
Love you.
Hey, heard about Jenny Morrison.
How's Terri taking it?
Keeping a stiff upper lip.
She and Jenny were like sisters.
Are like sisters.
She should take some time off.
She won't.
Luke's taken her to ICU for a visit.
Have you heard?
About Mrs Morrison?
Mmm.
Yeah, I can't believe it.
Poor Peter. It must be a nightmare.
And those kids.
Stop work meeting, is there?
Ease up, Von.
We're all a bit stressed
about Jenny Morrison.
Yeah, of course you're stressed.
While you're in here being stressed,
there's a ward full of patients
who need your care.
Your professional care.
(imitates Von)
Your professional care.
Leave you to it.
Do you reckon there's something
with Luke and Bron?
Why?
I was walking by the sunroom before
and they looked pretty friendly.
That's because they are friends.
There's nothing going on.
Okay. Just checking.
It's pretty good for you, isn't it?
Why is that good for me?
I'm not blind. I've seen
the way you look at her.
Why don't you worry
about who's sending you flowers?
Could be a stalker.
Do you have a match?
They stole mine.
I've never smoked.
Hold on. I recognise you.
Natasha Reece.
On the telly.
They refused to give me
a transplant, you know.
They think they can play God
with us ordinary people.
We don't have to wear it.
Have you considered legal action?
Legal action, you reckon?
Why not?
They denied you a transplant.
What did your specialist say?
He said he said he was sorry.
If we didn't do our job, do you
think we'd get away with "sorry"?
Miss Reece, what are you doing
in here?
Explaining Mr Geddes' rights to him.
Please leave.
Mr Geddes needs peace and quiet.
What right have they got to say yes
to someone else and no to you?
Don't give up without a fight,
Russell.
I'm not going to.
Sorry about that.
Is she sick?
She's upset.
If she was really sick,
she'd know all about rights.
It's got nothing
to do with the hospital.
When you're sick,
you're second-class.
Not in my book, you're not.
Have you any visitors coming?
No visitors.
How about your family?
Do they know you're here?
No family.
You obviously don't want
this operation, do you?
Come on, Miss Reece, I'll help you.
We'll chuck the cigarettes
in the bin.
Then go and talk to the experts
about preparing for the op.
In two months,
the surgeons can do their stuff.
I can't wait two months.
In two months I'm in a case for 15
tenants against their slum landlord.
It's a major case. It's my case.
I planned this so I'd be well.
You should plan your life
as well as you plan your schedule.
Cheap shot.
Go on then. Take them.
Take everything. I don't care.
I'm not leaving.
I need fixing.
It's their job.
What the hell are you doing?
I thought I'd sit with you for
a while so you didn't feel left out.
You don't mind, do you?
I don't need a visitor.
Nor your sympathy.
Truth is, you just think I'm a waste
of space like the rest of them.
And you'd be right.
You know how you said
you had no family?
You meant no family here in town,
didn't you?
'Cause you've got
a son in the Territory.
It's in your file, Russell.
Sure you wouldn't like me
to phone him for you?
No.
Think about it.
No.
Do you mind if I ask why?
Yes.
Did it again, didn't you?
Did it again, you stupid loser.
Always tomorrow.
Fix things tomorrow.
Stupid
Ahh.
(struggles to breathe)
Help me, please.
STEPH: It's granulating okay.
Ahh.
Miss Reece?
Help here.
What is it?
It's probably angina.
Where does it hurt?
Okay, just pop one of these
under your tongue.
Here you go. It's going to be okay.
Jared, can you page Dr Bowen,
please?
I'm going to die.
You'll be fine.
You'll be fine, Natasha.
Here we go. Just take deep breaths.
You'll be okay.
Poor woman was terrified.
What's the problem?
It's under control.
Just pretend you're not here.
Any word from Peter?
I'm sorry
PHONE RINGS
417. Jaz speaking.
It's Natasha Reece, isn't it?
Angina attack.
Rob Bowen's in with her now.
Sister Sullivan, it's for you.
Is it Peter?
No, it's Sister Louisa Frazer
returning your call.
I'll take that in my office.
Sure.
Why does that name ring a bell?
Used to be Director of Nursing.
Makes Von look like Julie Andrews.
Don't. You'll give me nightmares.
Thanks.
Ta.
I know it's unorthodox but I tried
everything I know. It didn't work.
Now I'm trying who I know,
and you're it.
I'll keep you in while we assess
the severity of the attack.
I don't think at this time
the operation is warranted.
We'll see when the results
of the tests come in.
Yes, Doctor.
How many of these attacks
have you had in the past month?
A few.
You should have told me.
I was scared. I thought
the operation would fix everything.
It's not that simple.
That's not how these things work,
Natasha.
Mr Reynolds.
Ah, Sister.
Something's come up
regarding Russell Geddes.
I thought you should know.
Really?
I'm speaking as Patient's Advocate.
As such, I contacted Sister
Louisa Frazer for some advice.
Sister Louisa?
She's on the Board.
She was involved in the
Medico-Morals Committee for years.
And?
When a new drug's been approved,
it's hospital policy,
written into the Charter, no less,
that when a suitable case presents
it should be used and assessed
as a matter of priority.
Hazy area. There's no mention
in the Charter about cost.
That's right.
Sister Louisa would be very happy
to explain the spirit of it to you
if you'd like to give her a call.
You're quite an advocate, Sister.
Russell, Sister Sullivan's got
some really good news for you.
I've heard that before.
We're revising your medication
and putting you on something new.
It's called Sonapril.
Why?
It's not a cure, is it?
No, it's not.
I want a transplant.
I don't want to just keep going
the way I am.
It sounds like you're trying to fob
me off with a consolation prize.
No, this means
you'll probably go home.
Did you ask me if I want to go home?
Maybe I'd rather sit in a corner in
a dump of a nursing home till I die.
Maybe carking it right here
would suit me just fine.
Russell, if I've explained this
badly, I apologise.
You pat yourself on the back
for giving me more time.
What use have I got for more time?
I've got no-one.
I've got nowhere to go.
Stuff your medicine.
I don't want it.
You know what you've got to do if
you've got my looks and personality?
You've got to work harder,
set different goals for yourself,
force people to respect you.
I don't follow.
I'm a fake. I'm all front.
Underneath there's this
pathetic loser waiting to panic.
I wanted this operation.
She - the real me - was too scared.
She's the one
who's too busy to exercise.
She's the one
with the fags by the bed.
Sounds like the two of you
should get your acts together.
I really thought I was going to die.
All that would be left is a stupid
arrogant bitch dead on the floor.
DOOR KNOCK
Just hang on a second, Dave.
It's okay, Natasha. You're just
a bit upset at the moment.
No, just being honest with myself.
Come on, let's get you down
to those tests, eh?
(calls) Jen.
BELL SOUNDS
ANSWERING MACHINE:
I'm at the Primrose Road jetty
where you wanted me to be.
Guess you're on your way. Bye.
Peter, it's Terri.
It's about midday.
As soon as you get this message,
can you come straight to All Saints?
It's not about work, it's personal.
Okay, thanks.
Are you alright?
That's a stupid question.
Yeah, it was.
She should have asked me.
Do you know how much Sonapril costs?
Probably the ward's budget.
Wasted on you, huh?
Sister Sullivan didn't think so.
The top brass didn't think so.
Well, they were wrong.
Why don't you phone your son
and discuss it?
No.
Why?
It's my business.
Don't you think it's his business,
too?
Why should it be?
He doesn't even know you're sick.
He deserves the right to decide
whether he wants to talk to you.
With a bastard father like me,
I doubt it.
Don't you be so sure.
My father's a bastard but I'd be
angry if he died without me knowing.
Any father would be proud
of a daughter like you.
Not my father.
I don't believe you.
Believe me, it's true.
I lied to you before.
That big-wig surgeon
at Saint Angela's
who refused you a heart transplant.
He is my father.
Fair dinkum?
Fair dinkum.
I thought I saw a family resemblance
when you sent that pushy bird away.
Yep.
They reckon
he's the best of the best.
There's an old joke that if God
ever had delusions of grandeur,
he would think he was Richard Craig.
But he's not much of a father -
never was.
Haven't spoken to him in years.
That's tough.
It's a big secret, so I'd appreciate
it if you kept it to yourself.
Done.
Come on, you tell me about your son.
Why bother?
Some things are just
too hard to fix.
You won't know that until you try.
Bron, how'd you go?
He still won't agree to the Sonapril
but he's talking to his son
so maybe that will
make a difference.
Thanks, you did really well.
No, you did really well.
Can I use the phone in your office?
Sure.
What?
Oh, wow, the next instalment.
Jared.
It was inside my car wrapped around
the rear view mirror.
Was the car locked?
Yep.
Give me a look.
This is getting way too weird.
At least we know
who your secret admirer is.
Angie.
You're blushing.
You got a thing for her, Jared?
No, but it's nice to be liked.
Jared.
You do realise that
she is becoming dependent on you.
Just like Raeleen's done
with Peter Morrison.
I was nice to her.
She's being nice to me.
It's called friendship, Von.
No, it's called "she's a junkie".
Was a junkie.
Oh, what would I know?
Look, I'm telling you,
it's going to end in tears.
Yours.
Did you speak to your son?
Did you speak to your father?
Answer my question, Russell.
Yes, I spoke to him.
And?
My son doesn't give a damn.
Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
It's okay.
You were right.
It was something I had to do.
At least he now knows
how to contact me, if he wants.
And I know
I've got three grandchildren.
Two girls and a boy.
My own son doesn't think
my life has any value.
But you know, I do.
I figure if I get a couple
more months on borrowed time,
who knows what might happen?
So what about some of that,
what is it?
Sonapril.
What do you reckon?
I reckon that's a great idea.
Her leg? Compound fracture?
Yes.
How many units of blood
did they use?
Four or five.
Have they done a craniotomy?
Yes. Peter
If the fracture's severe,
brain tissue could be compromised.
What's the intracranial pressure?
I don't know.
Jen.
Jen, it's me.
I got there on time, Jen.
I got there.