All Saints (1998) s01e27 Episode Script

1
Previously on All Saints -
How does helping Angie
make you feel?
Good. Don't you feel good
when you help your patients?
I don't let them hurt me
like Angie does.
Get her out of your life.
Did my husband call?
You husband's not coming today.
He passed away. Remember?
Professor Craig
is going to save your life.
Ron Burroughs -
I want it documented.
Craig took a big risk
doing what he did with no X-ray.
He could have killed him.
The man is a miracle worker.
The guy's a maverick.
Don't let this affect your report.
I'll tell it like I saw it.
I can recommend the Chardonnay.
I prefer a beer.
So, what exactly are we doing here?
Why can't we just come out
for a convivial dinner together?
I was wondering if you'd made out
the report on the tamponade case.
What if I said
I wrote down every detail,
every objection that was made,
every arrogant comment
you threw at us?
I'd be disappointed.
I'd think someone from our family
would be more intelligent.
I'd think someone from our family
would be more intelligent.
Oh, is that right?
Oh, is that right?
Look, that report
isn't going to worry me.
In fact, it might enhance
my reputation as being a pioneer
in a field where people
won't take the risks that I do.
On the other hand, it could do you
a great deal of harm.
Why is that?
I'm sure you don't want to be known
as the nurse who caused trouble
for the surgeons.
If I walked in your shoes,
young lady,
I'd be a little more careful
whose toes I trod on.
Why don't you go to hell, huh?
(coughs)
Regardless of what she says -
you've never
listened to Amanda before.
Why would you start now?
Well, because
she's the queen of gossip.
She never gets
the juicy stuff wrong.
Hi.
Jared, wait.
I was wondering
if I could talk to you.
I need some help.
I was just wondering if I
..could borrow some money?
I promise I'll pay you back.
No way, Ange.
No more promises. And no more money.
Things have been really bad lately.
Really bad.
That's what happens
when you're a heroin addict.
Wait!
Give me some money.
I'll pay you back.
How much did you get for all the
stuff you pinched from our place?
A couple of hundred bucks?
Well, that's what it cost us
to replace the front door.
Jared. Wait.
Just keep walking.
Jared.
Joanna, now you've booked in,
how do you feel about the procedure?
I know some people will think
it's a bit over the top.
I've thought long and hard about it
and I'm not prepared
to take the risk.
Right, let's move on.
Wasn't she on tv once?
That's what everybody keeps saying.
That's Patrick McCawley.
He's a bit preoccupied, Jasmina.
Oh. It doesn't hurt to try.
Okay, Connor. Joanna Travers.
One of yesteryear's barrel girls.
Oh, now I remember THAT cleavage.
There's something to aspire to.
Remembered for
the size of your boobs!
Oh, I wish.
Don't talk about breasts.
She's in for a double mastectomy.
What a waste.
You're looking after her, Connor.
Best behaviour, okay?
Of course.
And try not to mind
the tv film crew.
Admin have said yes to them
filming the entire procedure.
Bloody ridiculous!
Don't worry about it, Von.
I'll remember you
when I'm rich and famous.
You look tired, Bron.
Late night?
No. Take out and video.
Nothing special.
Gwen's back.
Last night.
Nothing to do with
the hip replacement
or Lord Craig
wouldn't be her doctor.
Bron.
What's wrong with her?
Intermittent heart block.
Craig will see her this morning.
Something to look forward to.
Morning, Mrs Cochrane.
Your surgery's set
for just after lunch.
Gwen, keep this up and we'll have to
put you on the regulars list.
Being here is not my idea.
The dear nurses at the home thought
they were doing the right thing.
How are you feeling?
On death's door.
We'll have to fix that.
This is looking pretty good.
Really?
Mmm-hmm.
The cardiothoracic specialist
will see you later
to work out
the best way to help you out.
Is there anything I can do for you?
I hate to be a bother.
But there are a few things
I need to tell you.
Let me do that. You take it easy.
Do you need this?
My will is in there and also
the arrangements for my funeral.
Oh, Gwen!
No, I want you to know all about it.
You see, if I'm lucky
I'll die some time during today.
And I would hate anyone
to have to fuss over what to do.
Don't be nervous. Just pretend
the cameras aren't here.
What exactly are you doing?
O-oh I'm, er
admission observations
Um, blood pressure and pulse
and, er other stuff.
And what's the point
of these observations?
Oh, um, they're um,
you know, very important.
Okay, forget it. This isn't working.
Don't worry about it.
It takes some getting used to.
Good morning, Joanna.
Hi.
Patrick. All set for the operation?
I am. And I want to thank you
for your help.
Oh, delighted.
And how is Joanna feeling today?
Pretty good. A bit nervous maybe.
That's understandable.
But you're in good hands.
Yep.
Any questions at this stage?
She told me she wants to die.
She wants to be documented
as not for resuscitation.
She's confused.
That's what I thought.
I reckon she's the best
I've seen her.
I'll get Peter
to assess her state of mind.
Good. Thanks.
Do you want to put money in
for flowers for Steph?
Yeah. Connor, pass me my purse.
Down there, thanks.
Have those tv people
got your best side yet?
What can I say?
Both sides are pretty good.
They say they can do marvels
with trick photography.
Jaz, page Peter for me.
Tell Jared to get the bed
in two ready.
Tell Jared to get the bed
in two ready.
Someone from Emergency is coming up.
Yep.
Someone from Emergency is coming up.
Yep.
Relax and pretend like
the camera's not there.
That's what Joanna Travers said.
Really?
Is everything alright?
It's hopeless.
It took me two goes
to make the blood pressure right.
And cameras and fluffy things
Alright. Take a deep breath
and calm down
and I'll keep an eye on things
with Joanna, alright?
The procedure is called
a bilateral simple mastectomy.
What exactly does that entail?
The incision extends
from the verge of the breast,
across the breast to the distal
aspect of the sternal border.
We remove all breast tissue,
nipples, then close.
You can't save the nipples?
It's too risky. We've got to remove
as much breast tissue as possible,
as you can see from these photos.
And what about reconstruction?
Well, that will come
at a later date.
If Joanna wants it.
Well, I'm not sure.
I'll see how this surgery
goes first.
But could you cope?
I mean, no breasts?
I don't want cancer.
Survival is much more
important to me now.
If you're interested, one of the
operating theatres isn't in use.
We could have a look,
check the instruments we'll use.
That'd be great.
See you in theatre this afternoon.
Thanks, Doctor.
Wow. You did really well.
Thanks.
I'll get Connor
to fill these forms out for you.
I can't imagine losing my breasts.
I mean, CHOOSING
to have them removed.
Yeah, but with
the family history she's got.
What a joke, huh?
This whole thing,
it stinks of a publicity stunt.
The woman hasn't worked in years.
What better way
to get yourself noticed?
By having your boobs off?!
Don't be silly.
I understand her decision.
But it's this media circus
I really object to.
I think she's really brave.
Or broke!
Oh, by the way,
your smelly's on his way up.
My what?
Bron?
You just have to wait and see.
Morning, all.
How are you feeling this morning?
Fine.
Good. I was worried about you
last night.
It's not like you to pike out on
videos and take out at my place.
Are you on for tonight?
Great.
See you then.
Yeah.
Back to work.
How am I supposed to die
if you've got these on me?
Gwen, you're not going to die.
I am. I've made up my mind.
And as my dear husband used to say,
"Once Gwenneth makes up her mind,
there's no stopping her".
You listen to me.
The reason you pass out
is because your heart
goes on strike now and then.
If we don't keep an eye
on this monitor
I'll die - exactly!
And the only reason I haven't gone
yet is you keep bringing me back.
It's a conspiracy to keep me alive.
That's what's happening.
Please, take these leads off me.
Wait till the cardiac surgeon
comes up, okay?
Will he let me die?
He won't be long.
No, leave those, please.
I want a little privacy.
Okay.
Mrs Jones.
Do you fancy helping me
with the crossword?
No, thank you, Mrs Cochrane.
I appreciate you agreeing
to have the tv crew here.
Well, I admire what you're doing.
I saw you in front of
the camera before.
It's very natural.
Well, I started in commercials
when I was four years old.
I was doing game shows
when I was around 16.
I worked through
my entire pregnancy.
This must have been
a very difficult decision.
It's not a decision.
It's something I have to do.
My grandma died of breast cancer.
My mother died when I was eight.
I didn't know her.
But I want to know my daughter.
Still, you've got a lot of courage.
My sister was the courageous one.
She died five years ago.
It was awful.
Joanna, don't underestimate
what you're doing.
You're going to have major surgery.
It'll be alright.
Bron lied about
where she was last night.
What does that tell you?
If you're that interested,
have some guts and ask her yourself.
Yeah, right!
But, I mean, don't you want to know
if Bron is sleeping with Dr Craig?
You didn't hear that, Jaz, okay?
Is that true?
What is that awful smell?
Did you step in something?
Jared, your new patient's arrived.
He's all yours, sunshine.
Hmm.
(takes deep breath)
Don't look at me like that.
We've all had our fair share
of smellies.
Oh, no. I just heard
the most unrealest thing.
Bron's having it off
with Professor Craig.
How many times have I told you
not to listen to gossip?
Where did you hear it from?
Have either of you seen Gwen?
(both) No.
All her stuff's gone.
Terri's going to kill me.
Gwen, I'm going to kill you.
CONCERNED CONVERSATION
Excuse me. Out of the way, please.
Gwen, can you hear me?
Could somebody go inside
and get some help?
Are you alright?
Yes, unfortunately.
(laughs) Oh.
Please don't go AWOL on me.
You'll get me in
all sorts of trouble.
What's happened here?
Gwen collapsed. No pulse.
Did you resuscitate her?
No.
A face full of water revived her.
Maybe you're right.
It's a conspiracy to keep you alive.
Let's get you back to bed, Gwen.
VON: That medication can't be right.
JAZ: I'll check.
(choking) Von.
Yeah?
I think I might need
a hand with the new patient.
I'll show you the ropes.
Urinary tract infection, skin
ulcers, malnutrition, scabies
Oh, the Salvos picked him up
in a bus shelter.
I'd start by cleaning him up.
Why wasn't he cleaned up
in Emergency?
Well, then you wouldn't
have any fun.
Right. We're just going to
get some details.
Then we'll get you into the shower,
okay?
How can he get into that state?
He has a nose -
can't he smell himself?
Take his history.
Get his hair cut,
get him into the shower.
It might be an idea
to get a podiatrist organised.
God knows what's under those nails.
Is my heart alright?
Well, it sounds fine now.
You've got a strong rhythm going.
I wish you hadn't said that.
I don't want to be cured.
I want to go home.
But don't worry, dear.
I'll stay put for now.
I don't want to get you in trouble.
Thank you, Gwen.
Gwen has decided
it's time for her to die.
Right.
We can't cheat nature, young man.
I learned that
when my dear husband took ill.
And as much as I appreciate
your wonderful care,
the more you try to interfere,
the crosser I will get.
She's obviously determined to die.
She's frustrated it's not happening.
At least she's not talking to
her dead husband.
BEEPER SOUNDS
Oh, duty calls. I'll see you later.
Hey, what happened to you?
I had a bit of a run-in
with a sprinkler system.
I better go and get changed.
Hey, a quick question.
There's a rumour going around
that, er
Amanda says you and Professor Craig
had dinner last night,
and you threw a glass of wine
all over him.
Since when do I drink wine?
Gonna go and get changed. See ya.
I saw that interview you did
last week. It was really cool.
Oh, thanks.
Um, I'd like to be an actress.
You've got a great face
for the camera.
Thanks.
Have you ever been in anything?
I was in a yoghurt commercial.
Are you back already?
I just wanted
a few more minutes with Joanna.
Right.
Um, you go and have your lunch,
I'll do Joanna.
Got some work to do?
Jaz?
Oh, yeah.
If you need anything,
I'm just through here.
Joanna has to prepare herself
for what's ahead of her.
Can you keep it short?
Of course.
Sorry I couldn't get up any earlier.
I'll be about ten minutes.
Sure.
Hi, Von.
Easy to see
his wife used to dress him.
Hey, Jared, have you done
Mr Jacobsen's shower yet?
Um, no. Mr Wolzek's meds
It'll take three minutes.
Shower Mr Jacobsen
before he stinks out the ward.
GENTLE DOOR KNOCK
Come in.
Joanna.
Are you alright?
Yeah. I was just thinking about
when Eliza was born.
I was having trouble breastfeeding.
I persevered. It was important
she got a good start in life.
Now you're giving her a chance
to grow up with a mum.
I know all that.
I know, but I guess
it's just hit me.
I, er they're going to
be gone soon.
I never thought of my breasts
as being beautiful.
Just useful pieces of flesh.
But they fed my baby
and helped me make a living.
They're an important part
of any woman's identity.
Especially mine.
I didn't realise you had doubts.
Oh, no, I don't.
But
(sniffs)
(cries) That's going to be me.
Do you want to
talk to someone about it?
No. No, I'll be fine.
Are you sure?
Yep.
The reporter's outside,
but I'll tell him to wait.
No. They can come in.
SHOWER RUNS
Okay, let's do it.
Come on, it's not that bad.
I'll give you a good scrub
(coughs)
You'll feel much better in no time.
Singlet, too.
Let's get rid of these,
get some clean ones.
Things better than this lot, hey?
Oh, my God.
(gags) Excuse me.
(retches)
He got to you, did he?
His clothes are lined
with newspaper, Von.
Layers of it.
I can still smell it.
It keeps him warm.
Times like this
I agree with my mother.
It's better to be
a doctor than a nurse.
Never!
Look, do yourself a favour.
Wear a mask with a bit of
eucalyptus oil on it.
Gidday.
There you go.
Oh, thanks.
Not getting much sleep, are you?
Are you saying I don't look
my usual fabulous self?
Something like that.
It's tough without Marguerite,
but that's to be expected.
When's the funeral?
It was yesterday.
What?
Why didn't you call me?
You didn't need another funeral,
Peter.
I still would have come for you.
Alright, so what am I doing here?
Gwen Jones. Remember her?
Once met, never forgotten.
She wants to die.
She thinks there's a conspiracy
to stop her.
What do you want me to do?
She want to be documented
as not for resus.
Can you assess her state of mind?
Sure.
We get on fine.
I can't see there being any trouble.
I don't want you in here,
Dr Morrison.
You killed my dear husband,
and I don't want to
talk to you ever again.
So, get out of here right now.
Be calm. You don't want to
give yourself a turn.
Delusions, he said.
He killed my beautiful dreams.
My beautiful husband
I might give you time to calm down.
Don't even think about coming to my
funeral because you're not invited.
Joanna, how old were you when
your mother died of breast cancer?
Um, eight.
That's not much younger
than your little girl.
It must be a frightening thought.
But, I won't die.
That's why I'm having the operation.
Even so, there will still be
some breast tissue left.
How will you feel
if you still develop cancer?
(teary gasp)
Joanna has to get ready for theatre.
(snaps) Just a few more minutes.
(sympathetic) Joanna
I
..I only hope I don't.
I'm sorry, Patrick. I need time.
Right. Thank you.
That's okay.
Did you get all that?
Oh, God. I wish I didn't
have to do this.
It's okay. We can get them
to stop filming.
No. I've got a contract.
I've given them permission to
..to do everything
that they're doing.
I haven't worked in a year.
I've gone through all my savings.
I'm broke, Sister Sullivan.
I need the money.
I need to have this operation
for Eliza's sake.
But, when I leave here
in a few days
It's okay. It's okay.
She was happy to talk
until you butted in.
Any idiot could see that.
You are a reporter, I'm a nurse.
I know a traumatised person
when I see one.
You obviously don't.
Until she's ready to speak again,
you will respect her privacy.
You can expect a phone call
from my producer.
I hope Archer enjoys
his five minutes of fame.
Where is this woman
who keeps dying on us?
Her name is Gwen Jones.
She's in room four.
What is she doing?
I don't want to die
in an embarrassing position, Doctor.
One of the fellows in the home
died in his chair.
He got stuck sitting up.
They had dreadful problems
fitting him in his coffin.
No time to be worrying about this.
Regulation of heartbeat
is purely a matter of
insertion of a pacemaker.
No, thank you.
Alright.
(soft) Have a word with her
and let me know when you have
the consent.
Sir, I have spent time with Gwen,
and while she may appear eccentric,
I believe she's made
an informed decision.
I repeat, let me know
when you have her consent.
I may be about to die,
but I have not gone deaf.
(chortles) This is ridiculous.
Why is it ridiculous?
Because she's not
bowing to your every wish?
Yes. We'll come back to this one.
There's an interesting patient
next door.
Have you got a death wish, too?
You can't speak to him like that.
It's been a while
since you've seen soap, eh?
Now, here we go.
The first five layers have gone.
Now we get to
the really grotty stuff, eh?
BEEPER SOUNDS
Oh, it's time for medication.
We'd better finish this up.
POIGNANT MUSIC
I'm sorry, mate.
Won't be long, okay?
I've never appeared on camera
without make-up before.
I can't even go to the supermarket
without a full face.
What a waste of a manicure.
Joanna, I'll need your necklace.
I'll do it.
Thanks.
It was my mum's.
She left it for me
for my 18th birthday.
It's beautiful.
I'll take good care of it,
don't you worry.
COMMOTION OUTSIDE ROOM
I'll be back in a sec.
CONNOR: It's a big operation.
PATRICK: Okay, calm down.
How are you feeling right now?
I want my mum.
I asked you to respect
this patient's privacy.
Turn that off! Leave her alone.
I have the right to be here.
Eliza is not part of the deal.
Check your contract.
I don't give a damn.
Come near my daughter again
and you'll have to bend over
to film your stories.
Understood?
You'll have to leave the ward.
I beg your pardon?
Leave the ward now
or I'll get Security.
I thought you might like the paper.
What? Today's?
Yes, of course.
I only get to read papers
other people throw away.
Yesterday's news.
You think I'm nothing, don't you?
No, no. I don't
It's alright!
I've seen that look before.
It's Jared, isn't it?
Yeah. Jared Levine.
That look people give you
when their eyes pass over you.
They don't really see you.
Anyway, it's for the best,
I suppose.
Let people think I'm a bum.
Let them think I'm an alcoholic
or a drug addict.
I don't care.
It doesn't matter to me.
Why not?
Oh, because I made a decision
a long time ago
that I was going to
become invisible.
I'm doing pretty well,
don't you reckon?
Listen, Stan, is there anyone
I could call for you?
Your family, or
I don't have a family.
Not any more.
I'd like to speak to the nurse
who's looking after Mrs Willing.
Yes, that'd be me.
Come with me.
Is there something wrong?
I'll let you know if there is.
Mrs Willing was readmitted
late last night
into Emergency with a high fever.
Now, she's three weeks post-op
from a coronary artery graft.
She has a wound infection and is
being treated with IV antibiotics.
According to these notes,
you called in a CNC
to consult on wound management.
Yes, I did.
And this clinical nurse consultant
dressed the wound?
She did.
Which is ultimately and precisely
why we're in charge of patient care.
A CNC is the expert
in the area of wound management.
Just get me another dressing.
I'll do it myself.
Go on. I don't have to
ask you twice.
Go on. Go on.
Right. What's going on?
He's being an arrogant pig,
as usual.
He hates nurses.
No. Today he hates you.
And you hate him.
This wouldn't have anything to do
with the rumour
that you two had dinner?
Who told you that?
(calls) Nurse!
Bron, talk to me. What's going on?
Nothing!
Nurse Craig!
When I send you
for a dressing pack
Here's your bloody dressing!
What's going on?
Mind your own business.
Don't talk to her like that.
You think the sun shines
out of your arse, but we don't.
Bronwyn!
You're on report. It's official.
I don't give a damn
That's enough!
For God's sake, stay out of this!
It's between me and my daughter.
Before you say anything
With respect, Professor, for once
just listen to what I have to say.
I don't appreciate public
confrontation on my ward.
I take offence at your attitude.
Are you finished?
No, I'm not.
I don't care that
you're related to Bronwyn.
I care about how
she performs duties,
and she does so extremely well.
Don't expect me to join the
Bronwyn Craig fan club. I won't.
I'm asking you to respect my staff.
In fact, I insist on it.
That was unforgivable, wasn't it?
Yeah, it was.
I'm sorry.
You know, if I could choose
my father,
he'd be the last on the list,
believe me.
No. This has nothing to do
with him being your dad.
It's to do with him being a doctor.
Don't bring personal stuff to work.
Yeah, I know.
Sorry. I should have told you, hey?
Yeah. That would have helped.
Oh, Terri, I just didn't want anyone
thinking I was the same as him.
I can't stand what he is.
Do you think your friends
would change their opinion
if they knew he was your dad?
Can you tell me
it doesn't change your opinion?
The only thing that changed my
opinion is how you behaved up there.
I mean, never again, Bron.
Never again.
Now, you take a deep breath,
you calm down.
You've got a lot of explaining to do
to your friends up there.
Yep.
Terri, have you seen Bron?
Yeah, she's downstairs.
Thanks.
The whole hospital will know soon.
You hear about Forlano
sucking up to his girlfriend's dad,
the great Professor Craig?
When did this suddenly
become about you?
The second you lied to me, Bron.
Who do you really think you are?
Well, I thought I was
someone you cared about.
We had something going, Bron.
No. We had a casual relationship.
All of a sudden it's just getting
that little bit too serious,
and I'm over it.
So so, what are we?
Nothing.
Connor, is everything okay?
Joanna Travers wanted to talk to you
when you got back.
Steph!
Look who I found in the lift.
I thought I'd steer her your way.
Yes, I would have got lost.
You've missed some amazing stuff.
Professor Craig turned out to be
Bron's dad.
What?!
Jaz, um
Why are you back?
You should be home resting.
I came in to thank you
for the flowers.
They were lovely.
What's this about Bron?
Why don't you get a coffee?
I'll be with you in a minute.
How are you feeling?
Um, better.
Did I just hear right?
Bron is Craig's daughter?
Yeah. It's a bit of a shock,
isn't it?
Wow! There must be some
hefty skeletons in that closet
for her to keep it a secret.
What are you doing here?
I want another crack at Gwen.
See if I can get invited
to that funeral.
Oh, good luck.
Thank you.
DOOR KNOCK
What's going on?
I just I freaked out, Terri.
I just wanted to run away.
Perhaps you're not ready for it.
I don't know. I'm so confused.
You're in no state
for a major operation.
Look how stressed you are.
I have no choice.
There's no need to put yourself
at risk unnecessarily.
It won't help you or Eliza.
I need the money.
It's your health
we have to worry about.
That is why I HAVE to
get rid of them.
Well, not today.
Not if you're not ready.
Listen, you have had
no cancer detected.
With regular check-ups
and self-examination,
you can afford a few more months
before you make up your mind.
You don't have to have
the operation today.
Thank you very much for this, Jared.
My pleasure.
Where will you go
when you're discharged?
Back to the park. The memorial.
Been living there
for a few years now.
I go past it. I've never seen you.
No-one sees me.
But it's cold in that park,
and you're still sick.
I'll be right.
I've got the bus shelter.
It's usually dry.
The police don't move me on
too often. They're pretty good.
Bonded with the smelly, have we?
Well, his name is Stan.
I thought you'd learned
about getting involved.
I have. Be discerning.
Look, you know the really
sad thing about it?
I can still smell him.
It's not him.
It's okay if you want to hate me,
but it's not okay to give up, Gwen.
I haven't given up.
Besides, I don't really hate you.
You don't?
In fact, I think I might have to
forgive you, Doctor.
You see, I'm wondering
if that's why I haven't gone so far.
Because I'm feeling so resentful
towards you.
Well, I don't think
that's up to me to say.
I do realise that's between me
and the great man upstairs.
Don't you look gorgeous?
Oh, thank you.
Von said it was alright for me
to sit up for a while.
Professor Craig has written you up
for a discharge.
If you won't have a pacemaker,
there's no reason for you
to be here.
Isn't that wonderful?
Where were we?
I think you were
actually forgiving me.
Oh, yes, that's right.
I want you to wear something
nice and bright for my funeral.
Like that shirt.
(chuffed) Oh, thank you.
(calls) Oh, Bron!
Bron.
Arrest! Sunroom.
No pulse.
Let's lay her flat for resus.
There you go, darling.
Gwen.
VON: Has she gone?
No.
Ooh!
So, what? She just hit the floor
and revived?
Have you felt how cold
these floors are?
Poor thing. We'll probably
send her home with pneumonia.
Okay, everybody. Listen up.
Joanna has decided
not to have her operation today.
Great. Get rid of the media.
They're not to know
she's discharging herself.
How come?
She's stressed. I want her
out of here without being harassed.
We need to buy her time.
What exactly do we do?
I haven't figured it out.
You need a decoy.
You send somebody else
off to theatre.
The film crew follow them.
And Joanna's free to leave.
Well, I can act.
You don't have her attributes.
Well, I don't like to boast,
but I've got the right hair colour
and an hour or two to kill.
You've just had surgery yourself.
Oh, I'm fine. I'd like to help.
Terri, I'll be back in a second,
okay?
Sort it out.
Come on. I'll explain.
Why? It's obviously
none of my business.
I was going to tell you,
I just didn't know how you'd react.
You have been lying to me
all this time.
All the conversations
about growing up out here.
About Christmas in the caravan park.
About mucking around on the streets.
About fish and chips
on Friday nights.
Forget it.
Just forget it.
I'm still the same person
I was this morning.
I trusted you this morning.
Jared, wait up a minute.
I just need to talk to you.
What?
I just want to tell you something.
I've been trying to get another job.
You had a job, here.
You threw it away, remember?
No, wait.
I'm really low.
I don't have any money.
Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.
Look. Look at you.
What are you up to now?
200, $300 a day?
Just a couple of bucks, Jared.
Every time I help you,
you throw it back into my face.
I wanted to help you so much.
Everybody told me not to bother,
but I was stupid enough to think
you actually wanted me to help you.
I do. I really do.
Ange, I don't believe you.
Get out of here.
Go on, get out!
You bastard!
She's prepped for theatre.
She's groggy, so I'll have to
ask you not to talk to her.
But we can film?
Oh, yes. But keep your distance.
I understand, and I'm pleased
we could work together on this.
Yes.
Okay. I think we're ready.
What's the mask for?
That's oxygen.
It's normal procedure.
Great pictures.
Best wishes, Joanna.
Not too close. We have to respect
the patient's privacy.
Time to go, Joanna.
Thank you.
It's alright.
You should have seen their faces,
Luke.
They couldn't resist
shoving that camera in my face.
Surprise!
(laughs)
It's good to see you laugh.
It has been a while.
It gets so depressing at home.
You still haven't talked to Ben?
How can I?
He wanted that baby so much.
It's not your fault.
I still feel guilty.
No wonder you wanted to
get out of the house.
Yeah. And I got to play
yesterday's barrel girl.
Now, that, I would have
loved to have seen.
How about a coffee?
Yeah, why not?
She must be grieving for her baby,
but she hasn't said
anything about it.
That sounds familiar.
You haven't said one word
about losing Marguerite.
Well, what do you want me to say?
She was like a mother to me.
I miss her more than I can say.
Well, that's a start.
Yeah. I guess I'm one to talk.
You never talk about Jenny at all.
I tell you what.
Let's make a pact.
From this point on,
we keep no more secrets, okay?
No secrets?
None.
You've got a deal.
Peter, that shirt is revolting.
Thank you all so much
for your company.
No worries at all, Gwen.
Don't forget to give this
discharge letter to your doctor.
Gwen, are you leaving us?
I sincerely hope so.
I'd keep your eye on the death
notices in the newspaper, young man.
I expect to see your smiling face
at my funeral.
I wouldn't miss it for the world.
My husband would have been
very jealous.
You're a wonderful dancer.
He was a wonderful dancer, too.
We weren't blessed with children,
you know.
So, it was just the two of us.
Do you know what it's like
to be that close to someone?
No, I don't.
If you have no-one to love,
you have nothing.
Bring her along to the funeral,
won't you?
Take care, Gwen.
I don't think I will, actually.
Okay, I'll pass that on.
That was Security.
They said there's
a problem with your car.
CAR ALARM WAILS
Oh, Angie!
Oh, mate, this is sacrilege.
Have you sorted out that problem
with your friends yet?
Why do you do this?
Do what?
Why do you spoil everything
that's important to me?
Why do you do that?
I don't do that.
You're the one that does that.
The sooner you wake up to yourself,
the sooner you can get your mess
of a life back into order.
I hate you.
Well, I'm not here to be liked.