All Saints (1998) s01e28 Episode Script

1
Previously on All Saints -
Will you be coming back?
You bet. I'll see you tomorrow.
How much to buy you for an hour?
How much?
It's more without a condom.
You don't use a condom?!
I'm really low,
I just don't have any money.
I'm not surprised.
Look. Look at you.
What are you up to?
$200 - 300 a day?
Jared, wait.
Just keep walking.
Jared.
Do what you like! I don't care.
Hey, that's enough.
Sister, stay out of this.
It's between me and my daughter.
Hey, I'm still the same person
I was this morning.
I trusted you this morning.
So, what are we?
Nothing.
PROFESSOR CRAIG:
So, to put it simply
..two pacemakers are inserted,
one to the heart
and one to the muscle
and that creates the heartbeat.
Now, as this myoplasty
is the hospital's first,
I'd like to introduce you
to the patient who'll benefit
from this bold new procedure.
APPLAUSE
Now, Russell and I are very excited
by the privilege
of sharing such a medical
milestone together.
Aren't we, Russell?
Yes, any questions?
Excuse me, Professor.
If the patient's condition
has been stabilised,
why is there any need to operate?
Well, drugs only marginally improve
the quality of life.
Whereas the myoplasty promises
a reasonably normal life
for a fraction of the cost
of Sonapril.
And, therefore, less of a burden
on the public purse.
I've read that some hospitals both
here and overseas stopped doing them
because of the cost
versus success rates.
(uncomfortable chuckle)
What is the success rate, Professor?
It depends on the patient's
previous condition,
but, constantly improving.
How many times have you performed
the operation, Professor Craig?
That's hardly relevant.
I'm not here to beat my own drum.
Now, any further questions
about the procedure itself?
The bastard's never done one before.
Me and my big mouth.
I can't believe I embarrassed
the Professor in front of everyone.
Hey, it was a fair question.
Don't worry about it, Steph.
You're just another anonymous nurse.
He only looks at
the pretty young things.
Steph, I didn't mean it that way.
Tactful, Connor. Very tactful.
At this rate,
I'll be the only one here
who's still talking to you.
Listen, I don't know why you don't
just sit down with Bron,
have a drink and sort it out.
Because to sit down and sort it
out we'd have to be totally tanked.
So, let's do it tonight.
Invite a few people over.
It'll do us good.
Tonight the Cougars play the Eels.
Tonight the Cougars play the Eels.
Even better.
Footy, people, diversions.
Even better.
Footy, people, diversions.
You can ask a few mates
if you want.
Oh, really? That's very big of you.
I thought inviting the media
was a bit over the top.
Richard's very clever.
He knows there are people here
who want him gone.
Well, grandstanding
will hardly convert them.
Maybe. People with high profiles
are harder to get rid of.
It was my idea, so I figure
I can invite whoever I want.
Mmm.
I'm making strawberry daiquiris.
Some other time.
I'm not much of a party girl
right now.
Is she coming?
No.
Von, can you give me a hand
turning the unknown male?
Bron's free.
No, you know how much I like
working with you.
How's he going? Any change?
He's still out like a light.
Um, any luck tracking down
his relatives?
Not yet, still trying.
You'd think someone
would be missing him by now.
(patient coughs and moans)
(calls) Miss Anita Petrakis.
Overdose.
(rants) I want to go home.
Call a taxi!
Bit of a cocktail.
Anti-depressants, sleeping pills.
Not enough to do real damage.
And she's refusing
to take her dress off.
It's a lovely dress, Mrs Petrakis.
But I'm afraid you must take it off.
But I'm afraid you must take it off.
You're not touching it, kiddo.
You're not touching it, kiddo.
Don't you think you'll be comfier
in a nice, clean hospital gown?
(sobs) No. Please leave me alone.
Don't forget, mate, heart of steel.
(vomits)
Room two?
Yeah, room two.
Come on, we'll get you settled.
Anything you want, Mr Geddes,
just ask Tina
and she'll take your order.
Any time. No problem.
What is this - death row?
No. It's the last meal
you'll be having for a few days.
You might as well enjoy it.
Ah. It went very well, eh, Mr Geds?
It sounds a bit tricky, this op.
But it's nice of you to give me
a second chance.
I turned you down for a transplant,
but this myoplasty's
a different kettle of fish.
Sorry, I'll catch up later.
I didn't realise
this was your patient.
No, he's not. We're old mates.
I'm sure you've got
better things to do
I'll see you later, Russell.
Russell, I need you to sign this
for me.
It's a consent form
for the operation.
I suppose this myo-thingamy is what
it's gonna take to fix me for good.
Well, it's your best option.
Don't worry, I'm looking after you.
He can be a bit abrupt.
But he's the best there is.
I should be flattered you're all
trying so hard to make me better.
And we will.
I promise.
Hey, Rajan.
Gidday, mate. It's me, Connor.
Just here to do your obs.
Can't keep calling you
the unknown patient, can we?
You look a bit more like a George to
me, so I'm going to call you George.
Until you wake up, that is.
Which you really should do, George.
Let's face it, you're a lousy
conversationalist
and if you don't wake up
you'll miss the big game.
The Cougars V the Eels.
I'm a die-hard Cougars fan myself,
as you might have guessed.
Now, sorry, mate,
this is going to hurt a tiny bit.
What happened to him?
He was bashed and robbed
and left for dead.
Hope you got
a couple of punches in, George.
Far out.
And you don't know who he is?
Nah, there was no ID on him.
Nothing.
Your family are taking their time
getting to you, eh?
So, when will he wake up?
Two months, two years.
Maybe never.
Jeez.
Mate, that must be uncomfortable.
There's the problem.
Von, my mystery man's uridome
just slipped off.
You couldn't give us a hand
changing the bed, could you?
Want to share that with Bron?
She's in the utility room.
Right.
Jared!
Jared, can you give me a hand?
Not now, mate.
Terri, I've got major problems
with Mrs Petrakis.
She's fighting me every inch.
She won't take
the wedding dress off
so I can't get her on a monitor.
Keep an eye on her.
I'll get someone from Psych up.
She's already been referred.
I thought OD's didn't get referred
until discharge.
Angie wasn't.
Someone from A&E thought early
counselling would be beneficial.
Might have been beneficial
for Angie, too.
That sounds like the old
caring Jared to me.
We were just comparing patients.
No luck with Bron?
Ah, well, she's she's, um
..busy.
Luckily, I've got someone else.
Somebody gave them all diplomas!
I don't want to talk about it.
I won't do it again.
I just want to go home.
Do you live by yourself,
Mrs Petrakis?
With me daughter, Rose.
She went out.
So you were alone
just having a few drinks.
Do you drink much?
It helps pain, you know.
No. Why don't you tell me?
Bert was all I lived for.
I thought he loved me, too.
Did he leave you?
A few months ago.
I told him to go.
But I didn't think he would.
I suppose you think I'm stupid.
(sobbing)
Even my kids think I'm stupid.
TOILET FLUSHES
You're looking well.
100% on what I was.
Thanks to you and Sister Sullivan
getting me those special pills.
Oh, thanks.
But the way your old man's
talking about this operation,
I haven't got
a thing to worry about.
I bet he made it sound
very impressive.
People know about you and him now,
do they?
Yeah, it had to happen.
Excuse me, I'm looking for
Ah surprise.
Warwick.
I hardly recognised you.
It's been a long time.
Well, don't just stand there.
Come and say hello properly
to your old man.
So, ah, how you going?
Fine.
Jeez, just look at you.
Just look at you.
I'll leave you to it, Russell.
Oh, Bron. This is my boy, Warwick.
Bron's the one who bullied me
into ringing you.
Couldn't have been easy,
bullying this bloke.
It's great you could come.
It sure is.
A heck of a long way to come, Waz.
I asked around.
This doc I play footy with
said maybe I should worry.
Eh? Well, what for?
I'm going to be fine.
That's what I said.
Take more than a smart-arse
with a scalpel to kill you.
Take more than a smart-arse
with a scalpel to kill you.
(laughs) Too right. Eh, Bron?
(laughs) Too right. Eh, Bron?
I'll leave you two to catch up.
So, are they going to make you
better this time?
Never mind about me.
I want to hear about you.
Well, temperature's almost normal.
You'll be going home soon.
I'm looking for Mrs Petrakis.
Is that you, Rose?
Mum?
Oh, God, Mum.
If Abdul next door hadn't called,
I never would have known
what happened to you.
Why didn't you call me?
I was too embarrassed.
Well, so you should be.
Of all the stupid things to do.
Ah, I think your mother
needs a rest.
Yeah, well, so do I.
She is driving me insane.
My first night out in weeks
and she does this.
So move out with Jack,
if that's how you feel.
That creep?!
Anyway, I have to take care of you.
You can't do it yourself.
(chides) We just settled her down.
Sorry, but I'm at my wits end.
Come on, Mum.
(weeps softly)
Come on, it'll be okay.
Look, I've got a nice nightie.
I want you to take
that God-awful dress off.
You gonna put it on? Good.
We've been trying to get
that dress off since she arrived.
Well, she's like a kid.
You have to be firm with her.
Thank you.
My brother Jack.
Has he been in touch?
Rose, zip's stuck. Rose.
(irritated) Coming.
Was it a genuine suicide
or a cry for help?
She just wanted someone to talk to.
She jumped at the idea
of counselling.
Oh, thanks.
BRON: I have got a dressing to do.
Well, if I could find ANYONE else,
I would.
But I can't, so will you?
Okay!
Great!
Any chance of waving your wand
over them for me?
What's going on there?
Family arguments, lovers' tiffs.
Ever since we heard Prof Craig
was Bron's dad,
it's been a nightmare.
As secrets go,
they don't come much bigger.
Sister Sullivan.
Yes?
I'm Rose Petrakis, Anita's daughter.
Oh, thanks for getting
the dress off.
I'm worried about my brother Jack.
That he'll try and see Mum.
Okay, is that a problem?
Yeah, well,
he's violent and dangerous.
He threatened to kill me.
Ready to roll Mr X back?
I'm calling him George.
Ready to roll George back?
Yeah, ta.
Yeah, ta.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Okay?
(flat) Thanks.
Women, mate.
You think you know 'em.
We've been mates for years.
The thing is, she forgets to mention
her old man is one of the top
cardiac surgeons in the country.
Here I am thinking we're from
the same side of the tracks.
Turns out she's just been slumming.
Does that suck or what, George?
GAMEBOY BEEPS
Rajan.
That's so we can get Rose out of
the room if her brother Jack comes.
He should be able to see his mum.
Why can't these people sort their
problems out somewhere else?
Yes, I know what you mean.
How am I meant to let you know
without letting HIM know?
Discreetly.
Fine.
I'll use a code word.
If you hear me talking about
Fruit Loops, you'll know it's him.
Okay
Hey, if this Jack Petrakis doesn't
kill us all and let's us go home,
we've got a party on
at our house tonight.
Beer and footy and pizza and bring
your own if you want to come.
Cool.
Anita Petrakis' wedding dress.
Rose said she brought it out here.
Yeah, I left it under here.
(businesslike) Great.
I'm too busy to look for it.
Can you ask around?
Well! Have you met my new flatmate?
He's tough, he's uninvolved,
he's uncompromising.
What do you reckon, Von?
I'll give him one day - tops.
I just want to know about this op.
What the odds are.
He wants to know if I'll cark it.
Well, there's that risk
with any major operation.
So if he's doing okay on the pills,
why doesn't this professor
leave it at that?
Um, I could page him for you.
No, I don't reckon I'd trust
what he had to say.
Sounds like the mongrel's
been putting the screws on Dad.
I, ah forgot to mention
"the mongrel" is Bron's old man.
Sorry, mate.
Oh, it doesn't matter.
Um, okay, the thing is,
with a successful myoplasty,
it's going to make a big difference
to Russell's quality of life.
And if it's not successful?
I really shouldn't be having
this conversation with you.
I'm not nursing Russell, so
Could Sister Sullivan fill us in?
Possibly. Yep.
Just tell me,
if he changes his mind,
how can he go about cancelling?
It would have to be
Russell's decision.
What would?
Oh, nothing to worry about.
It's something I'd rather
Bron looked into.
So, now that his son's asking
questions - Russell is, too.
I just didn't know what to say.
I don't want Steph to think
I'm standing on her turf,
but I'm sure she already does.
Have you talked this over with Luke?
He's developed a hearing problem
when it comes to any
implied criticism of my father.
Especially when it comes from me.
So, frankly, I just don't know
where I stand with all this.
I mean, you know
what I think of him.
He's always had hidden agendas.
I don't know,
I don't think I'm like that.
I just don't trust myself when
it comes to doing the right thing.
So I think I better keep out of it,
that's all.
Oh, Bron, thanks for your honesty.
Sorry if I keep running to you
with all my problems.
Come on, it's not easy for you
having your dad here.
No, but it can't be making it
any easier on you, so
Maybe I should put in
for a transfer.
(laughs)
Oh, come on,
it could sort itself out.
Could.
Patricide's against the law, though,
isn't it?
Alright, George,
I didn't think it was possible,
but I'm sick of the sound
of my own voice.
So, why don't you open your eyes
and tell me to shut up?
I won't mind, honest.
(moans softly)
Hey, that's great.
I know you're in there, George.
Is he waking up?
Could be.
It's a possibility.
What if he never wakes up?
And you never find out
who he really is?
That just might happen.
Pretty sad, huh?
Yeah.
Lucky you're here.
TERRI: Your surgeon did tell you
of the risks, didn't he?
Made out it was
about the same as a bypass.
Well, it's a bit more
complicated than that.
We haven't done one
at this hospital before.
These blokes ever hear about
using rats for experiments?
Oh, shut up a tick, Waz.
The pill - Sonapril - could give me
a few more years to look forward to?
Yes, you'd carry on
pretty much the way you are now.
But the op Professor Craig's
offering you
will give you much more than that.
But I could die
on the table tomorrow?
That's highly unlikely.
But possible.
I've been a miserable,
lonely old coot for a long time.
Now I've got a son, grandkids.
A daughter-in-law.
It's not often
you get a second go, is it?
Well, it's your choice, Russell.
But I've already signed
the consent form.
That places you under no obligation.
She's saying you don't have to do it
if you don't want to.
Okay, George,
time for some exercise.
Just warming up
for the big game tonight.
Carn, the Cougars!
Wouldn't mind watching the game
here with you tonight, George.
My idiot mate's organised
a big party, asking you-know-who.
Good news is, she can't come.
It's not like I wouldn't mind
making it up with her.
But well, I mean, she's the one
with the explaining to do, eh?
(softly) Oh, my head
George, are you coming back to us?
..hurts..
Is he waking up?
Yeah. I've never been so happy
to have a patient complain.
This is unreal. Good on you, man.
George, George, can you hear me?
Just take it easy.
I'll get something for your head.
Connor
Yeah! Connor, that's me.
Carn, the Cougars!
Yeah.
Carn, the Cougars!
He'd heard me talking.
He knew my voice, he knew my name.
It was amazing.
I'm surprised his first words
weren't "For God's sake, shut up!"
So I bored him awake.
If it works - it works.
No, no problem.
He's still in room ten.
You can go down.
My first one had been comatose
for six weeks.
His first words were
"Marry me, Steph".
I had one when I was a student
that woke up after six months.
It doesn't matter
how long they've been out.
It's always a buzz
when they come to.
Hi, I'm here to see my mum.
Can I grab your name, please?
Jack Petrakis.
(loud) Jack Petrakis?
That's right.
Won't be a moment, Mr Petrakis.
Jared, um, the kitchen called
and they said to say
that they've got Fruit Loops
on the menu now.
What?
On the breakfast menu now.
We now have FRUIT LOOPS.
VON: Mr Petrakis, is it?
I'm afraid your mother
can't see you just now.
But she's okay, though?
That's what they said on the phone.
Sure, as far as I know.
Dr Morrison wanted to talk to you.
I'm sorry?
This is Mrs Petrakis' son.
Right
Jack.
(twigs) Yes.
About your mother's mental state.
I shouldn't keep you too long.
What do you mean, her mental state?
Mum threw Dad out
and told him to never come back.
As far as I knew, she was fine.
So you're still in contact
with her, then?
Yeah.
I haven't been back to the house
since Dad left,
but she comes down to work,
down to Hammond's Menswear,
and we have lunch.
So, you still see your dad?
Yeah.
I tried to call him to tell him
about this, but, I don't know,
he must have shot through somewhere.
Why haven't you
been back to the house?
Because of that silly cow, Rose.
Rose, I really need
to see you outside.
Can't you talk here?
No, I can't.
I want to know who stole my dress.
Oh, God, Mum. Who'd want to steal
your ratty old dress?
Maybe you can help me look for it?
Maybe you could help me
identify the dress.
Yeah, alright, then.
CLATTERING
Oh, damn.
Dad had been having a fling.
Nothing serious.
But idiot Rose sees them together,
goes straight to Mum and tells her.
So, what did you do?
Yelled at her.
Is that all you did?
Just yell at her?
Yeah.
What is this?
Can you think of any reason
your sister might be afraid of you?
Is she?
She said that you
threatened to kill her.
Maybe in the heat of the moment
I threatened her.
I was angry,
she did something stupid.
I didn't mean it
any more than she used to.
So now can I see my mum?
JAZ: Connor, I've called the cops.
It's their job to find out
who he is, not mine.
But they could take ages.
Albert from Moorebank
is not a lot to go on.
He's alone, he wants his son.
Can't you just check the records
Connor, I need you.
Hang on.
It's my lucky pen,
I can't go anywhere without it.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Now, let's get out of here before
I told them not to let you in.
Figured it was something like that.
How are you, Mum?
I've been a silly girl.
What did you let him in for?
What are you going on about?
Got some dumb idea in her head
I want to kill her.
Strangle me with your bare hands,
you said.
Oh, stop it.
He hates me, Mum. Always has.
You got that bit right.
Always blamed everything on me.
That's because you're the one
EVERYONE TALKS AT ONCE
Hey, hey, hey! Whoa! Whoa!
It'd be a good idea
if you two step outside
and give your mum
some peace and quiet.
Get out.
Oh, Jack.
I'll see you later, Mum.
Both of you.
Just a bit of a panic attack, Anita.
Why didn't you get rid of her?
I tried.
Hope you're happy
with what you've done!
Russell cancelled the myoplasty.
What I'VE done?
Because you need to prove some point
to your father and me!
And don't start about
patients' rights.
Are you accusing me
of playing games with patients?
Why else would he cancel?
If you'd bothered to speak to him,
maybe you'd realise
he was having a few doubts.
I did speak to him!
I told him the success rates -
which are high.
What about the risk?
And the fact that the surgeon
has never done the op?
Did you tell him that?
He had full confidence in us
until YOU spoke to him!
Guys! I can hear you outside.
Good.
Then you know what this is about.
Speak to her, Terri.
This is out of hand.
I'm speaking to both of you now.
These arguments stop now.
Keep your personal stuff at home.
I've had it.
Are you accusing her
of being unprofessional?
No, but it wasn't her place
to meddle.
A patient asked for information.
Bron felt she was compromised
and asked for help.
If you want to get angry at anyone,
it's me.
I told Russell he could refuse.
Okay.
So, how the hell do I tell the Prof?
Simple. A patient changed his mind.
He'll want to know why,
and I'll feel obliged to explain.
Okay, it's probably better
it comes from me, then.
It's not your responsibility.
It's as much mine as it is yours.
He's a patient in my ward.
If you're comfortable about it
Yeah.
Thanks, I appreciate it.
That's alright.
Listen, don't keep
taking this out on Bron.
It wouldn't be fair.
Reckon you'll be up
for the big game tonight?
Watch with me.
You heard that, did you?
You and the nurse.
I was just rabbiting on
for something to say.
You must have had your reasons.
Well, we were best mates.
Did you get hurt?
Yeah.
(awkward) Look, do you want to
forget about that stuff, eh?
Say stuff you don't mean?
Want to have a go
at telling us your surname?
Say sorry.
Women like it.
Even if you don't mean it.
MONITOR BEEPS
Can I come back?
Of course.
Try not to upset your mum.
They still haven't found my dress.
God, Mum, forget about your dress.
You don't need it any more.
It's over.
It's important to me.
God, they can't get
anything right here.
I'm going to see Sister about this.
Sorry if I bored you with the sordid
details of my life before.
It might be best if no-one else
knows about that.
Look, I'm trying to find Sister
Sister Sullivan.
Yes.
Rosie.
Dad?
Dad, what happened?
I've missed you.
Oh, Dad.
Mum and Dad mustn't see each other.
Your dad wants to see her.
No.
Rose, you were wrong about
your brother being dangerous.
Do you think maybe
you're overreacting?
No. Look, I know my family.
You don't.
At least let him see Jack.
He's been asking for him, too.
Jack will tell Dad about Mum
and I know!
Why don't you just tell them all
to keep their mouths shut?
Just to shut up.
And make sure they do it this time.
With a daughter like that, what
hope have they got of a reunion?
You found it.
I managed to save it
before it went into a machine.
I phoned the laundry.
I went down there and looked.
Which is what you should have done.
But I didn't want to get involved.
Getting it back will make
the patient less anxious
which will make your job easier
which will make the ward
run more smoothly.
Do you understand me?
No.
ANITA: Of course I still love him.
I was just wondering what you'd
say to him, Mrs Petrakis?
My dress! You've found it.
Safe and sound.
It was mixed up with some linen.
Oh.
Ah, keep an eye on it this time.
Sorry, what were you saying?
What would you say to your husband
if you saw him now?
Oh, I'd tell him I love him,
I want him back.
What if he didn't want to come back?
I guess I'd have to accept it.
Come on, Mum. You'd go mad.
It's not knowing, you know,
if it's finished or not
that's been driving me mad.
So you'd be willing to
accept an ending?
I guess we could talk about it.
How's it going?
You're Anita Petrakis' son,
aren't you?
Her son and the mad bitch's brother.
Can't help bad luck, can you?
Women, mate. They can be difficult.
Difficult?!
We're talking demented.
I've never been able to work out
what they're about.
Better off being like the old man,
I reckon.
Just go your own way
and let it all wash over you.
Sounds like a smart man.
Not really.
Reckons he still loves her.
Any chance they'll
get back together?
Dad would take her back tomorrow.
He sits there in his little flat,
mad at himself.
Realising the grass wasn't
any greener, after all.
And they wouldn't fight?
You've seen my family.
It's just the way we are.
It doesn't mean we don't care
about each other, though.
Dad hasn't been himself without Mum.
Well, I guess I'd better
take you to him, then.
Dad?
Yeah.
It's a long story.
I couldn't believe Madsen
this morning. Could you?
I have to question his priorities.
I'm sure he had the hospital's
interests at heart.
Oh, so do I.
Publicity surrounding
the myoplasty's
going to give us a great boost.
You know, I should have got
the press to take a picture
of the two of us this morning.
Oh, I'm not involved
in the procedure.
Oh, on the contrary.
Without the support of someone who
shares my vision for the hospital,
Without the support of someone who
shares my vision for the hospital,
exciting developments like t
would never happen.
Exciting developments like this
would never happen.
And besides,
a photograph of an attractive woman
would guarantee us coverage.
That's very flattering, Professor.
I've come to discuss
Russell Geddes with you.
He's withdrawn his consent.
He feels the risks are too high.
Who's he been talking to?
I'm satisfied
he's made up his own mind.
He seemed quite happy
about it this morning.
Yes, but since then he's spent
time with his son.
They were estranged for years.
They've made up,
and it's changed his perspective.
And this son has persuaded him
to choose a slow death over life?
Well, no,
they came to me for advice.
I told Russell to follow his heart.
Oh, how dare you?!
Professor Craig,
Russell has found his family.
He has something to live for.
Put yourself in his shoes.
What would you do?
I'd have taken the advice
of my surgeon!
You know, without the myoplasty,
you can only expect two years
at best?
He knows all of that.
And during that time you will feel
tired and breathless.
You will be unable to perform
relatively normal tasks
and your condition will get
progressively worse.
I've been managing.
(chides) Mr Geds
Hell! He wants to cut you open
and he doesn't even know your name!
We're talking about just managing,
or living a full and active life.
No, we're talking him being here
tomorrow or dying on that table.
That's the trouble.
There are no guarantees.
I wouldn't have recommended it
unless I thought you had
an excellent chance of survival.
Everyone's been to a lot of
trouble on your behalf.
Are you worried about losing
your nice fat cheque?
I think your father
is making a poor decision.
I'd go so far as to say stupid.
If you don't get out of here
and leave him alone,
I'll punch your lights out.
Right, that's enough.
Let's just settle down.
Right. On both your heads be it.
Thanks, mate.
I'm sure once Mr Geddes gets home,
he'll rethink the situation.
Well, he can get another surgeon.
I'm not wasting my time.
With all due respect, sir,
he had a right to cancel.
You've been spending
too much time with the nurses.
Bron and I aren't
seeing each other now.
Good. There's hope for you yet.
It doesn't mean
I don't respect her opinion.
To have an opinion
you have to be proactive.
Bron's the opposite.
She lost interest in you the moment
you stopped being a challenge.
Why didn't Rosie tell me about this?
Well, I suppose she didn't think
it was the right time.
Anita was, um
ROSE: Mum!
Oh Bert.
Neety.
Your poor face.
Who done that to you?
Oh, some punks.
I didn't get a good look at them.
Why didn't you ring me?
You told me not to!
Oh, it's a fine time
to start listening to me.
What's this I hear about
you trying to top yourself?
I never heard anything so stupid.
I got lonely.
(weeps) Which you would've known
if you'd bothered to ring.
Mr and Mrs Petrakis
You were too busy
with your girlfriends.
It was just the once.
That's not what Rose told me.
Oh, good on you, Rose.
You always did gild the lily.
Don't blame me.
I wasn't fooling around.
Throwing me on the scrap heap
after all these years.
I made one mistake.
I think we should finish now
Yeah, so did I, Bert Petrakis.
Happy anniversary.
Mum!
Jacko.
You! It's all your fault.
If you hadn't told me,
this wouldn't have happened.
I didn't expect you to broadcast it!
I've got other patients around here.
You never knew when to stop nagging.
ALL ARGUE
Yeah, well, I might leave you to it.
Yeah, well, I might leave you to it.
No
No
I think this is actually
very cathartic.
If they come to blows,
give me a call, will you?
ALL SHOUT AT ONCE
So you left Connor in there
to deal with it all alone?
No, I'll go back in.
I just needed to regroup.
Those people are maniacs.
Is that your usual
informed assessment?
(Yank accent)
I just tell it like it is.
Is that Fred Astaire?
John Wayne!
..given some thought to Luke.
Luke should've
thought of his patient.
I don't deny it's his right
Good. We agree, then.
Oh, Connor.
Dr Morrison, don't worry about it.
I've sorted it out.
I gagged two of them and
stuffed the others in the closet.
Good on you, Connor.
That was my next move.
Could be time to move Anita
to a psych unit.
Safer to have them transferred
to another hospital.
Yeah, in another state.
You wish.
See, that's better.
It's not that hard for us all
to get along, is it?
Ah, I've got obs to do.
I've got a dressing in room 12.
Hey, I tried.
What a day.
BLENDER WHIRRS
ROCK MUSIC IN BACKGROUND
Well, I must say, Jared,
I'm looking forward to this party
now I know it's not going to
turn into a massive blue.
What happens if Bron rocks up, eh?
I'd handle it.
Just experimenting with
my daiquiris.
Amanda gets pretty tight-lipped
if the cocktails are substandard.
Amanda? And my footy mates?
Are you for real?
Just tell them
not to act like animals.
Mate, their team are playing,
they're blokes.
YOU tell them not to be animals.
Hey, am I too early?
Just in time to put the pizzas
in the oven.
Oh, unreal.
You can't put them in the oven.
I'm preheating it for the pastizzis.
Pastizzis?!
Mate, footy, beer, blokes, pizza.
Pizza!
Pastizzis?!
(tap on door) Yoo-hoo!
ALL: Amanda.
TYRES SQUEAL
MAN: Go back to your rich boyfriend,
bitch!
(pained groan)
He can look after you now!
TYRES SCREECH
You're just in time to sample
my delicious daiquiris.
(plaintive) Not here
Are you a Cougars supporter,
Jasmina?
Nah. Footy bores me stupid.
I knew a guy who played
rugby union once.
Wash your mouth out, Amanda.
MEN SHOUT: Cougars! Cougars!
(makes growling sound)
(growls)
More supplies, you beauty!
Hooley dooley, mate.
How does she sound?
Mate, it's joy.
You'll believe you were there.
Luke, you made it.
Yeah, I decided
a party's just what I need.
Unreal, these are whatever.
Beer's in the fridge.
See you down the back.
Excuse me.
ALL LAUGH VICTORIOUSLY
(coughs)
If they get too loud
we can always go out the back.
Great. Let's go.
What? And miss the game?
Hey, Bron!
I didn't feel like drinking alone.
Excellent. It was way too blokey.
Jared, got a bottle opener?
BRON: Drawer under the sink.
CONNOR: Great, the gang's all here.
(groans)
Eight and a half minutes
till kick off!
GUYS ALL GROWL FURIOUSLY
JARED: Who's for another daiquiri?
JAZ: Yum.
Not on your nellie.
The other two shattered me.
BRON: Not the ten beers
you had since?
No.
Hey, I heard what you did
for Russell.
Oh, God, not you, too.
Look, I didn't do anything.
I did not influence that man.
Luke.
Ah, no, thanks.
Guess you'll be transferring
out of All Saints now.
What?
I assume you hear
how substandard the place is.
I didn't say any of that stuff.
No, but being my father's prodigy,
I'm sure you agree with him.
You just can't give it a rest!
Luke, how about a daiquiri?
Bron, save me.
She's latched onto me.
I think I'll go, mate.
Come on, you only just got here.
Yeah, well stuff to do.
I'll see you later.
Luke
It's not like
I didn't try and tell you.
Fancy a bit of a warm-up, mate?
ALL SHOUT RAUCOUSLY
I shouldn't have come.
I'm really glad you did.
Or I'd have been stuck with
what's-her-face all night.
The pearls.
(both snort)
SOUND OF GROANING
JARED: Ah, gee.
The idiots!
It was an accident.
Want me to have a look?
No, but you could clean up the mess.
That might need stitches.
I'll take you to hospital.
No, it's okay. It's just a cut.
I've got some sterile strips.
They breed 'em tough at All Saints.
Let's move this stuff out.
How much longer do you give her?
Five minutes.
(both laugh)
AMANDA: You need a bandage.
Look, it's fine.
Oh, thanks, Jaz.
I'm hating all of this, Jared.
It's not exactly my idea
of a great time, either.
I still say you need a bandage.
Look! Alright, in the bathroom.
GROANING
Jesus. Angie!
Oh, my God. What have you done?!
(calls) Connor!
Connor! Bron!
Help!
CONNOR: Jesus, what's she done?
Slashed her wrists.
(murmurs faintly)
No, don't be sorry, okay?
This blood, don't touch it.
Get off me!
Don't touch it!
Go and call an ambo.
You're drunk, we'll do it.
What can I do?
Bandages, gloves, anything.
We don't have any gloves.
Well, kitchen gloves.
You're going to be okay.
You're going to be okay.
We'll fix you up.
AMANDA: What's going on?
What's SHE doing here?
Give me those.
(softly) Let me go.
Just wait, Jared.
Just help me, Bron. Help me!
AMANDA: Jared,
she's bleeding on you.
Mate, anything we can do?
No. Just go.
Sorry, I'll call you later.
Just go, okay?
The ambulance will be five minutes.
I don't think we've got
five minutes.
(brokenly) Angie stay, stay.
BRON: She's arresting!
Start resus, I'll massage.
AMANDA: Oh, my God!
It's okay. They know
what they're doing.
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four
EERIE MUSIC
(Bron continues to count)
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two
one, two, three, four, five
(echoing)
One, two, three, four, five.
..four, five.
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four, five.
Guys, I think you're
wasting your time.
Three, four, five.
Bron.
..three, four, five.
Bron, it's over.
..three.
She's gone.
Leave it, mate.
Leave it.
SIREN WAILS
(sobs softly)
(loud, inconsolable sobbing)
Oh, Angie.