All Saints

A man is dead, AJ. Did you have anything to do with that?

Would you shut up?

I'll bloody kill you! Ricky!

Your brother's been charged with murder.

He was trying to protect you.

AJ.

Don't say a word.

Hey, far too much talking and not enough drinking going on.

Cheers. Mmm.

Oh.

Cate. Cate!

Tell us what she's taken. I want her out of here.

He's my son!

If I haven't got him, what've I got?

But do you love him enough to do the right thing by him?

I hate you for this.

You made me kill my son! Stop pointing that thing at me.

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?

GUNSHOTS

We need routine bloods. What happened?

Fluids.

A man shot my intern and then disappeared.

That's what happened.

You've no idea where he's gone? No.

Support that knee! We got it, Frank.

OK, you said before that you knew the shooter.

What's his name? Um, Taylor. Paul Taylor.

Do you have an address for him?

I do.

What's his BP?

Still dropping - 90 on 55. Push those fluids through.

Do you have any idea why this Paul Taylor shot Dr West?

Look, uh, we treated Paul's son here a couple of weeks ago.

The boy died. Someone get onto theatre.

Let them know we're travelling in five.

Someone get onto Radiology. Yes, I'll do it.

Yeah, and, Von, can you make sure they call the Blood Bank?

We need FFP, platelets, four units of O neg.

For Christ's sake, can we get going?

And Dr West was the treating doctor?

What? No. No, I was.

We've got a multiple gunshot...

Come on, come on, let's go. Well, we can't yet.

The knee's still bleeding. Reinforce the tourniquet.

Requesting four units... Right. Got it. Let's go.

You hang in there, OK?

So this Paul Taylor intended to shoot YOU, then?

No, no, he intended to shoot himself.

So why didn't he?

Dr Campion, if I've got any hope of tracking this man down

before he hurts himself or someone else,

then I need these details.

Frank, we'll look after him.

If Paul Taylor intended to commit suicide, why didn't he?

Um... (Sighs)

..because Bart walked in.

And, um...

..Paul panicked.

And what happened immediately after Dr West was shot?

Nothing. Paul and I just... stood there.

We... we didn't say anything.

We just...

..stood.

And then?

And then, um... (Sighs)

..Paul ran away.

With the gun? Yes, yes, with the gun.

Detective, I spoke to Paul's counsellor.

He was determined to be with his son, no matter what.

He said he'd been at Casey's side since the day he was born

and he needed to be with him again.

So, for Christ's sake, find him, will you?

Where are you going?

Organise a team debrief, make sure everyone's OK.

And where will you be while the rest of us are having this debrief?

Oh, you're so bloody stubborn.

This is not your fault.

Thanks for that, Von.

Knowing that makes watching a couple of bullets rip through our intern

so much more palatable.

I knew Paul was on edge. I should've talked to him the moment he got here.

Well, it's not like you didn't try. OK, we're all busy today, we had...

We should never be too bloody busy to help someone in crisis.

Listen! I know Paul Taylor a lot better than you do.

Underestimated how hard underestimated ho his son's death would hit him.

Don't do this to yourself!

You told me he wasn't coping with letting his son go,

but I had to charge in like a bloody bull at a gate.

Told him it had to be done.

Oh, don't you bloody dare.

Listen, you didn't make the decision to let his son go - HE did.

Frank, that was the right decision.

Well, Paul doesn't see it that way

and I'm damn certain Bart doesn't think

it was such a great idea either.

PHONE RINGS

Ah, shit! Oh! Jeez!

LEAVE IT! ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

Hi, how you doing? Ha! That's right, I'm not here.

Dan, um... it's Erica.

Pick up.

AJ, please.

OK, well, when you get this, call me at work.

It doesn't matter what time.

Something's happened.

Bart's been hurt. I have to call her back.

No. Why?

You fix me up! (Grunts) I'll talk to you later.

Arggh. And get me something for the pain.

Bart's a mate of mine, OK? Something's happened to him.

No! (Pants)

I won't tell you again.

Is Bart gonna be OK?

He's lost a lot of blood from his abdo wound.

His knee is a mess.

It looks like the second bullet took out the popliteal artery.

Oh!

Shh.

Jesus. What do you think you're doing?

I'm taking this out so I can help.

Help with what, Cate?

Well, you could do with an extra pair of hands, couldn't you?

Cate, you're still recovering from an overdose.

I feel fine.

I can't just lie here and do nothing. It's not gonna happen, Cate.

I could answer phones, cover triage.

With everything going on today, the last thing any of us needs

is to be worrying about you.

I'm not asking you to worry about me. I just wanna help.

OK, if you are fine...

..get out of bed.

I mean it. Out you get.

Thank you.

Ooh.

No!

Will you listen to us now?

Hmm?

You are not well enough to be out yet.

What was her problem? She wanted to help.

She tell you why she took the drug?

Why does anyone?

Not making excuses for her, are you?

Oh, come on. She made a mistake, Sean.

Trust me, she knows that.

Yeah, well, we've all made dumb decisions, I guess,

done things we regret.

Please, can you help us?

What's happened? I don't know.

OK, come this way. I've got it.

What's wrong with her? We'll find out.

Nice and wide. Good girl.

That's it. Great.

Mr Poulos, your wife is here. Thank God.

What happened? I don't know.

She just got sick and nothing I did made it better.

She's burning up. I know.

Zoe, do you want a cannula in?

Please.

Thanks.

G'day, guys. I'm Gabrielle. Can I get in there, please?

Sure. This is Alice May.

Could you help her? We'll do our very best.

You said she's been vomiting for two days. Is that right?

Yeah, it's been getting worse. You should've called me.

I would've come straight home.

Have you been out of the country? No, nowhere.

I'll just shine the light in your eyes, Alice May.

She's photophobic. Yeah.

What's that?

It just means your daughter is overly sensitive to light.

Do you want bloods done?

FBC, UEC, CRP, blood cultures and urinalysis.

Sure.

We're almost finished, sweetheart.

What are you looking for? I'm looking for rashes, bites.

Just anything unusual.

Look, I... know it's hard, Mr Poulos,

but we'll look after her, I promise.

Zoe. Yeah.

We need you out here. OK.

I will deal with these bloods. Let me know once you're done.

I'll be back as soon as I can. Wait!

Wh-where's she going? Just calm down.

They'll do what they need to do, OK?

MACHINERY BEEPS

Get that bleeder, will you, Jack? Yeah, which one?

Pressure's dropping.

OK, push the fluids through. Put up another bag of blood, please.

What's happening?

Intraperitoneal haematoma.

Right lobe of liver, gall bladder.

MACHINERY BEEPS RAPIDLY He's throwing off PVCs.

Run another blood gas. He might be hyperkalaemic.

He knows what he's doing, Frank. We all do.

Right, clamp the hepatic artery, please, and the portal vein.

I'll see what I can do about repairing the bile duct.

And make it fast, otherwise he'll need a helluva lot more

than a partial hepatectomy.

Yeah, we got it.

Uh, guys, core temp's still rising.