All Saints (1998) s01e24 Episode Script

1
Previously on All Saints -
All Saints spent a lot of time
and money chasing me.
Professor Craig,
you won't remember me.
I worked in your unit
at St Angela's.
You're right, I don't.
It isn't like you. What's going on?
You found out, didn't you?
Who told you?
Told me what?
Me and Francesca.
Oh, you're a bastard!
LUKE: How's Ben?
STEPH: Physically
he's almost over it.
Still a bit stressed?
Ben, you've got to talk about it.
If not to me, to a counsellor.
I just need peace and quiet.
I won't let you
drive me away from this place.
Don't tell anyone you're my father.
In fact, don't discuss me at all.
You're so excessive,
but I'll try and live by your rules.
BIKE RADIO: Cycle three.
Cycle three.
Cycle three ready to receive.
Case number 2063.
We have a report of a shooting
following an armed robbery
at the Heatherton branch
of the Carlisle Bank.
One police officer injured.
Cycle three, are you responding?
Cycle three responding.
Holding times for you.
Backup following.
Received, Sydney.
SIREN BLARES
SOUND OF APPROACHING SIREN
Steve, hold this.
Shot him through the chest
at close range.
He's losing a lot of blood.
What the hell are you doing?
He's dying!
Haven't moved him, have you?
No.
Is he going to be okay?
I'll need you to help me
roll him over, alright?
We have to keep him
absolutely straight.
Now, slowly, on my count.
One, two, three, roll.
(shouts with pain)
You'll be fine.
He's lost consciousness.
He'll need an airway.
Get rid of that, will you?
I need to see his chest.
How old is he?
Nineteen.
First week on the job.
Hang in there, kid, hang in there.
Thank you very much, Mr Chang.
See you later.
When they said
the insurance is through,
did they mean it's through now,
or it's through
except for a six month wait?
No, they mean now.
Go and spend and be free.
Help yourself, Steph.
They're from Mr Chang.
Not on this stomach.
Ben and I had takeaway last night.
I bet it was MSG.
Terri, MVA victim.
Facial bruising, large bump on
the side of the head, concussion.
And I think it's fair to say
he's had a few.
Only a few?
Put him in room four.
Okay, you've got a patient
coming up from theatre.
Haemo-pneumothorax.
He's in a bad way, so give me a yell
if you need a hand.
Krys Goretski.
Mmm-hmm. You know him?
Yeah, we were at school together.
Miss Delaney - we're hoping
she can be discharged today.
We need her bed.
CONNOR: Where exactly is the pain,
Miss Delaney?
My stomach.
Upper or lower stomach?
All over,
and sometimes up into my chest.
You haven't opened your bowels.
You haven't even passed wind yet,
have you?
No.
That's probably the cause.
We'll give you some peppermint
water. Usually does the trick.
I just want to go home.
You can't go home until we get
your bowels open and working.
Alright, alright!
I'll get the water.
It should crank the colon up a bit.
Can you tell me what your name is?
Do you know where you are?
What day it is?
(mumbles) Leave me alone.
I want you to give my hands
a squeeze.
(slurred) Leave me 'lone.
Sloshed, is he?
Come on, Frank, into bed, please.
There we go.
What's wrong with him?
CONTAINERS CLATTER TO FLOOR
I need some help in here!
Roll him onto his side.
He'll occlude his airway.
What do you think I'm doing?
I'll protect the head.
He needs oxygen.
There we go.
There you go.
Well, it's not poison.
Go on, drink it. It'll do you good.
What if it makes me
That's what it's supposed to do.
You drink it down, get your guts
grumbling, release some pressure,
and then you go home.
You want to go home, don't you?
Come on. It tastes okay - honest.
It takes a little while to work.
He's been assessed by the neuro
and booked in for an EEG.
What did the neurologist think?
The fit could've been the result
of a head injury.
What else do we know about him?
Medical history, family, friends?
Apart from the fact he's tanked,
I know nothing.
Tanked? That's a new medical term,
is it?
Terri, he was plastered.
He was .305.
Look out, everyone, spinal injury.
Don't bump the trolley.
Is this our gunshot victim?
LUKE: Yeah. He's still groggy.
He's going to be okay, isn't he?
He's a school friend.
Well, the bullet pierced his lung
but we think he'll be alright.
Professor Craig
made an amazing save.
He was captain
of the football team, Sister.
He's gorgeous.
One, two, three.
Great. Thanks, Bill.
You looking after him, Jared?
Sure am.
I've written up antibiotics
and fluid.
I want his obs updated.
The Prof will be up soon.
Okay. As soon as I can.
Also, keep him absolutely flat.
What's the problem?
It's precautionary right now.
Swelling in the spinal column.
He's just a kid.
Yeah. A hero by all accounts.
He won't feel like a hero
when he wakes up.
Alright, mate,
let's get this lot sorted out.
The surgery went well
and I repaired the lung.
Now we have to give Krys' body
time to recuperate.
We need to ask him some questions
That won't be possible,
not for at least a few hours.
That won't be possible,
not for at least a few hours.
Krys' father is on his way in.
Krys' father is on his way in.
We'll radio the good news
to him. Thank you.
Quite devastating, the effect
of a bullet on soft tissue.
What a shame you people
don't get to theatre
to see the workings of the anatomy
at close range.
VON: (cool) Excuse me.
You miss all the excitement.
Makes us sound like second class
citizens, don't you think?
Not at all.
We couldn't possibly function
without your support.
All I mean is,
theatre is where the action is.
Oh, Professor, you have your area
of expertise and we have ours,
but in the end, it's all teamwork.
Yes, yes, of course, Sister.
Ah, Goretski?
Stable.
Right. I'll see him later.
You put your personal opinions aside
and you don't antagonise him.
Read your paper, Frank.
Where am I?
All Saints Hospital.
Do you remember coming in here?
Mmm car accident.
That's right.
You suffered a slight head injury.
Yeah, but I can go home, right?
No, you've had a seizure
so we need to keep an eye on you.
Okay, I've told you all I know,
now how about you give me
some information?
What is your name?
Josh Simmonds.
How old are you, Josh?
Nineteen.
Next of kin?
Someone we can notify
if your condition worsens.
You know I can't seem to remember.
Hey, I'm just trying to help you.
My head hurts.
You're asking too many questions.
Sister, do you reckon
I could say hi to Krys?
Not just yet, no.
Terri, finally got a name.
Josh Simmonds.
Oh, okay. How is he?
I don't know. He's not saying much.
Could be ashamed
of how drunk he was.
Don't think so. I don't think
he cares about much at all.
Who doesn't care?
One of my patients.
How's your day so far?
Not bad. I've got a wind problem.
At least, I think
it's a wind problem.
Do I need to know this?
Not me, you goose - Colleen Delaney.
She's got this real problem
with letting a good one rip.
(laughs)
It's not funny.
The woman's in agony.
Hey, hey, hey, just lie back.
Just lie back.
I'm Jared.
I'm looking after you today.
How are you feeling?
Just take it easy.
You've had a pretty rough time.
Hang on.
There you go.
Can I get you something?
What's wrong with my legs?
I can't feel them.
I can't feel my legs!
Um, Krys, you need to lie down.
It's important that you stay flat.
I can't feel
Everyone's talking about
what you did this morning.
Just what you need
on your first day back.
I handled it.
Did you?
I'm okay.
Ben.
Great save this morning.
How is he?
Should be okay.
The surgery went really well.
Richard Craig is a master.
I'm glad.
See you later.
What's up?
You don't look good,
he looks even worse.
I'm just tired.
He was tossing and turning
all night.
It's his first day back.
I hope that's all it is.
Hey, he's a big boy now.
I'm sure he can look after himself.
Thanks, Luke.
HOLLOW TAPS
(agonised) Oh, it hurts.
Please, leave me alone.
We can't, Colleen,
until we sort out this pain.
It's okay, Colleen.
It'll only get worse.
You don't want that, do you?
HOLLOW TAPS
It hurts so much.
It's alright, there you go.
Okay, Colleen,
we'll be back in a sec.
You're right,
there's a lot of gas in there.
Yeah, and her blood pressure's
dropped a bit.
Don't let her walk around
unsupervised.
(dry) Yes, Von.
Leave her with me for a bit, eh?
Just to see if I can get her moving.
Okay.
Air entry?
Good. Chest X-ray's clear.
Mmm, draining well.
You're coming along nicely.
Jared
Excuse me, Professor Craig.
What about his legs?
It's not my field. Madsen,
the neurosurgeon, assessed him.
I'm not going to rain on his parade.
What did Mr Madsen say?
There was too much swelling
to see much of anything at the time.
Why-why can't I feel my legs?
The bullet's grazed
your spinal column.
It's triggered extensive swelling.
Once the swelling subsides we'll get
a clearer picture of the situation.
Um, Sister, Mrs Turner -
has her temperature
Are my legs going to be okay?
The lack of feeling is probably
just a result of the swelling.
Just give it some time.
He's right, you know.
Concentrate on one thing
at a time, eh, Krys?
You're the boss, mate.
Krys Goretski. I'm his father.
Um, yeah, he's in room one,
Mr Goretski.
They tell me he's doing alright?
You'll have to talk to the doctor.
Jared, is it true
there might be some spinal damage?
Yeah, it's not looking good.
That'd be awful.
Um, are you handling this okay?
Yeah, I just hate it
when we know more than they do.
BUZZER SOUNDS
That's me.
How long since the last one?
Not long enough.
Towards you.
I don't like this, Steph.
He gives you trouble, you tell me,
I'll put him on report.
All these tubes
just for one tiny bullet hole.
Yeah, they go
a bit over the top here.
How are you feeling?
Okay.
You're the toast of the town.
Bank manager says
if it hadn't been for you
they would've cleaned the place out.
But next time forget the heroics
and keep your head down.
I I can't feel my legs.
Well you just copped a bullet,
kiddo.
You don't just get up and walk away
from something like that.
Yeah, but what if, what if
Hey, you listen to me.
Take it easy,
do what the doctors say,
and you'll be back on your feet
in no time.
You're going to be okay, Krys.
Everything's going to be alright.
Perhaps if you were to
move off out of earshot,
I may be able to
you know do it.
Is it really that necessary
for you to be on your own?
When I was little my mother taught
me that well-bred, polite ladies
never broke wind in public.
Later I was taught
the same thing at school.
Colleen, it's a normal
bodily function.
I'm not saying you have to enjoy it.
God only knows, thousands of men do.
I can't.
I just can't.
Even the Queen does it.
I know.
But it's gone beyond the point
where I'm embarrassed about it.
Now I simply can't,
no matter how hard I try.
(agonised cry)
MONITOR BEEPS
I'd better get a move on
before they send out a search party.
You go easy on the nurses, right?
Female ones, I'm talking about.
I'll be back tomorrow morning
to see how you're getting on.
Oh, sorry, I didn't realise
you'd still be here.
Just leaving, love.
I just wanted to
Jared, is it okay if I
Go on in. He's all yours.
Just a few minutes, okay?
Um, these arrived for you.
I'm Jaz Hillerman.
We were at school together.
You were in the cheer squad.
Yeah.
I work here now.
I'm the ward clerk.
I just wanted to come in and say hi.
I guess you're in a lot of pain.
Serves me right.
What do you mean?
Forget about it, alright?
I want to get some sleep.
Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry.
Um, take care.
Bye.
Krys says he can't feel his legs.
There's a neurosurgeon
assigned to Krys' case.
He'll assess him tomorrow.
It won't be permanent, will it?
Krys is not going to end up
in a wheelchair, is he?
Mr Goretski,
I wish I could tell you more,
but until Mr Madsen's seen him
Yeah, well, we'll get through this
alright.
Just you wait and see.
My son's no quitter, Doctor.
When he goes up to collect his medal
for what he did today,
he'll do it on his own two feet.
(mumbles) Oh, oh, man.
Take it easy, Josh.
You had another seizure.
Okay, he's ready to go for the EEG.
No, it's a waste of time.
Why is it a waste of time?
Because I know what's wrong with me.
I have epilepsy.
Why didn't you tell me?
Well, why should I have?
It's a serious medical condition.
If we're to help you
we have to know about it.
You should be carrying something
that says it.
You should be carrying something
that says it.
I can take care of myself.
I can take care of myself.
Really? Had a look in the mirror?
What medication are you on?
Phenytoin.
Are you aware of the effect
alcohol has on that drug?
I don't live my life
to suit the epilepsy.
Do you know each time you take a
turn, damage is done to your brain?
Yes.
And the effect is cumulative?
Yeah, yeah - after 14 years
you can't tell me anything
about epilepsy I don't know.
Alright
So just go to hell, okay?!
Leave me alone.
The guy goes to uni,
they go on pub crawls.
He just wants to be accepted
by his peers.
He's in denial of his condition?
Refuses to acknowledge it.
You told him about
the possibility of brain damage?
Not interested.
19 year old males -
most dangerous species on earth.
They think they're immortal.
You lived.
Only just.
And I didn't have epilepsy.
I'm going to kill him.
A new technique for medical care?
She hasn't been herself lately.
If it wasn't so painful
it'd be laughable.
I don't know what the problem is.
If she wants to let one go,
she should let it go.
Much better to have an empty house
than a bad tenant.
That's what my mum used to say.
I don't know why people can't refer
to it as what it is.
My mother used to call it a "fluff".
It was a "botty frog" in our house.
SNIGGERS
Don't ask me why.
Well, that was serious botty frog
material if I've ever seen it.
Chip?
Ah, no, thanks, I'd be sick.
Are we talking about Miss Delaney?
Yeah.
What do you want to do?
I was thinking of offering her
a flatus tube.
Well, they're a bit out of favour,
they're too invasive.
They work.
Yes, they do, I suppose.
So? Can I offer it?
Thanks, Mrs Kouros.
Mrs Kouros has gone for a walk
so we have some privacy.
What for?
Colleen, there's a tried and tested
remedy that we used in the old days.
It's called a flatus tube.
A flatus tube?
Yeah.
It's a very simple procedure.
All we do is insert one end
of the tube into your rectum
All we do is insert one end
of the tube into your rectum
and the other end
and the other end
No, no, I couldn't!
No, I can honestly guarantee this
will work with a minimum of fuss.
All you've got to do
is say the word.
But you have to insert it into my
Yes.
But it's far less invasive than
what you went through in theatre.
It is totally painless.
Colleen, half a minute's
embarrassment and this can be over.
The pain will have gone.
Come on, give it a try.
Good girl.
So it's really that simple?
Well, not everything
has to be complicated.
What are you doing out here?
What if you have another seizure?
You've already had two today.
Can you get me a radio
or something to listen to?
The coughing and wheezing
in there is driving me nuts.
Stay inside
and I'll see what I can do.
Do I have a choice?
As a matter of fact, you do.
Lots of them.
But it's just that so far you seem
intent on making the wrong ones.
Here it comes,
the lecture on moderation.
I'm not lecturing.
It's your life, okay?
It's just that
you have a lot going for you.
It's just that
you have a lot going for you.
Yeah, but?
Yeah, but?
Okay. You're going to uni,
that's not an easy thing to do.
A lot of guys would give an arm
to be in your position.
That ain't my problem.
Your problem is
you can't see past today.
You can't see
what's out there for you.
Grand mal seizures, Josh.
It's serious.
Huh?
Don't forget the radio, okay?
Hey, how's Krys?
Better than I'd be doing
in his shoes.
He's going to need a lot of support
if it's bad news tomorrow.
The thing is, Terri,
what can I say to make it easier?
Hey, what's up?
Josh Simmonds.
The guy, he's got a death wish.
And if he keeps giving me grief,
I am gonna
Bron, Bron, be patient.
Okay. Calm, calm.
SOUND OF SOMEONE BREAKING WIND
God! I forgot to tell Connor
how to mask the sound!!
Connor, you had to put the other end
into a bucket of water!
I didn't know, I just
Your faces,
you should see your faces
(cackles)
Oh, that feels so much better.
(wild laugh)
DOOR KNOCK
I'm just finishing up for the day.
I wanted to say goodbye to Krys
if that's okay.
Sure. Just buzz me
if you need anything.
Is there anything
I can get you before I go?
Like what?
I'm flat on my back,
in case you hadn't realised.
Sorry.
That's okay.
I overheard the doctors talking.
They said they won't know anything
until the swelling goes down.
Yeah, so they say.
Krys, do you remember
the '96 football final,
when we won in the overtime?
Yeah.
Well, a group of us went to
the Knight's Arms afterwards.
I thought I wouldn't be able to go,
but you pretended I was
your girlfriend and they let me in.
You don't remember.
Sorry.
It's okay. It was a while ago.
I couldn't believe
you did that for me.
I really wanted to say thanks,
but I couldn't.
I just sat there all night
watching you.
You were really cool, Krys.
All the girls thought so.
Yeah, they were good days.
It was a good year.
There'll be lots of good years.
Lots of them.
Um, I should let you get some sleep.
Jaz, I'm sorry I'm not the greatest
company in the world at the moment.
It's okay.
And, um, I'm sorry
we didn't get the chance
to know each other better
after that game.
Heaps of time.
I'll see ya.
'Night.
I've been over and over it.
I was careful.
I know.
You would've done
everything by the book.
I got the cops to help me
turn him over.
Log roll?
But I had to move his neck
when I intubated.
The damage was in
the thoracic spine, Ben.
What happened to Krys Goretski
is not your fault.
You can't blame yourself
for these things.
I'm not!
You don't understand.
Then explain it to me.
If you won't talk to me,
talk to someone else - please!
It won't go away
unless you talk about it.
The more I talk about it
the worse it gets.
I just want to forget it happened.
Just drop it.
Hi.
Hi.
Hey, you got a minute?
I missed you.
Yeah, yeah, me, too.
I've just been really hectic lately.
I'm sorry.
So, what are you doing tonight?
I'm busy.
Juggling all those other women
as well as me, Dr Forlano?
As if I could handle
more than just you.
Glad to hear it.
Professor Craig's giving a seminar
about a new bypass procedure.
I have to be there.
Skip it.
I'll make it worth your while.
I bet you would.
I can't. He wants us all there.
If I don't show up
You don't get
your little gold stamp, huh?
You know how it is, Bron.
Yeah, I know.
Just don't pick up
any of his bad habits, okay?
I thought you liked bad habits.
Hey.
Thought you might like to
look at this.
Pretty good, huh?
That isn't me.
I don't get you.
I don't get you.
I went in without backup,
with my gun drawn.
I went in without backup,
with my gun drawn.
I broke all the rules.
I thought I could handle it,
but I couldn't.
I was an idiot.
Krys, you can't beat yourself up
about it now.
Can't I?
It's the reason I'm here.
It's the reason I'll never forget
lying in my own crap on a footpath!
Krys
You got any idea what that's like?!
Your mates seeing you?!
You were shot, you can't help
how your body reacted.
It happened before I was shot,
not after.
Some hero, right?
SIREN BLARES
MR MADSEN: Krys, I want you to
tell me if you can feel anything.
Keep trying.
Anything?
Keep trying.
There.
I felt that.
That was above the waist, Krys.
I'd be less than honest
if I didn't tell you
the spinal cord
has definitely been damaged.
It's almost certain there'll be
some degree of paraplegia.
Am I going to be able to
walk or not?
There's a strong possibility you
won't regain the use of your legs.
I am sorry.
I'll have him transferred
to a spinal unit.
You need anything - buzz.
Can you make the arrangements?
Yes.
Can you write a referral
for counselling?
Yeah, sure.
Krys, what are you doing?
If you can get me on my feet
If you help me
No, Krys.
Help me! Help me!
It's important that you lie flat!
What does it matter now?
CLATTERING AND BANGING
You've got to do something, Sister.
He's been like this since six a.m.
MUSIC BLARES FROM HEADPHONES
Hey.
What's the prob?
Turn the thing down.
That's the way I like it.
It's not my fault these blokes
are worse than my olds.
You either turn it down,
or I take it back.
You're disturbing the others.
Take the stupid thing.
It wouldn't tune in properly anyway.
Terri, is he alright? Can I see him?
Um, he's very upset. Maybe later on.
Just for a minute.
Alright, but you let him
do the talking, okay?
PHONE RINGS
Ward 17. Jaz speaking.
I keep thinking what it'd be like
if it was me in there.
Jared, you keep some distance.
How do I do that?
I wish I knew.
I'm going to get Peter.
Hang in there, mate.
You're doing a good job.
I know it's hard,
but you're in the best place.
You'll manage, I know you will.
I don't want to manage.
Don't you get it, Jaz?
I don't even know if I'm going to be
able to look after myself.
You don't have to worry.
There's lots of help out there.
From who? From you?
Are you going to do it?
Are you going to spoon-feed me
my meals and wipe my backside
and roll me over every two hours
to clean up my bedsores?
Are you going to do that, Jaz?!
I don't want your pity!
I didn't want you before,
why would I want you now?!!
GET OUT!!
It's okay, it's okay, Krys.
TERRI: Out, out.
Calm down! Relax!
Calm down! Relax!
Come on, we've got to fix you up.
Settle down.
What's his problem, anyway?
Whose problem?
The guy in the single room.
Nothing you need to worry about.
He's the cop, right?
The one in the paper.
He's gonna be a para.
I can't discuss
another patient with you.
Bloody cop. He probably deserved it.
Alright, you don't want my help
- fine.
I just don't have to put up with
your garbage, okay?
Oh, scary nurse. You got the hots
for the spastic cop or something?
You know, if that was you in there,
maybe you'd like some sympathy.
Or maybe you'd just like to rev up
the music, skol another beer.
I mean, it's just the rest
of your life, isn't it?
What's so special about him, anyway?
He's just a patient like us.
You want to know the difference?
You have a choice about your
medical condition - he doesn't.
What are you looking at?
Sedate him.
Are you sure that's necessary?
This isn't a discussion. Sedate him.
It's not the answer and you know it.
He almost pulled out
his chest drain.
He's likely to reopen the wound.
He's likely to reopen the wound.
If you sedate him, he can't work
out his emotional problems.
If you sedate him, he can't work
out his emotional problems.
Forlano, would you excuse us
for a moment?
What emotional problems?
He's trying to accept that
he might be a paraplegic.
Madsen seen him?
Yes.
I'm afraid it's none of my concern.
Yes, well, it's my concern.
The important thing is, he's alive.
Yes, thanks to the brilliance
of Professor Craig.
I suggest you mind
your manners, Nurse.
Professor, what would you
like us to do?
I've just got time to reposition
that drain before I go to theatre.
If he reopens the wound,
you're responsible, Morrison.
Yes, I know. I'm sorry.
She's only saying what we all feel.
Oh, yeah, but we don't.
We don't say it.
It's like there's this weight
that keeps pushing down on my legs,
crushing them.
You ever done any bench presses
in the gym?
You've got this weight
that you've never lifted before.
You can't get it off your chest.
What do you do?
I don't know.
Keep trying, is that what
you're trying to say?
Yeah, well,
I'm a pretty lousy weightlifter
but I'd probably call for some help.
The bottom line is, you can't move
that weight all on your own.
Understand?
I know what you're trying to say,
doc, but it's not that easy.
Ah, Krys' dad is here to see him.
You've got to do
the right thing, mate.
Behave yourself.
These people are trying to help you.
Dad, there's something
I've got to talk to you about.
Well, that can wait.
No, no, no, it can't.
It's about the shooting.
I know all about the shooting, Krys.
There's been talk at the station
so I asked your partner
what happened.
I'm sorry.
I was stupid.
I've been lying here thinking that
if this is some kind of karma thing,
then I was an idiot
and now I'm paying for it.
It was your first week on the job.
Now I'll never get another chance.
I'll never be a cop.
We'll get through this.
No, we won't. The specialist said
Where is he?! I want to talk to him!
There's no point, Dad!
What happened, happened.
I'm sorry.
Me, too, son.
Me, too.
CONNOR: That is so wicked.
Jared, mate, that is the one.
Earth to Jared. Come in, Jared.
Sorry. I'd better get back to it.
It's got to him, huh?
Yep, big time.
Can't say I blame him.
19 years old.
He can kiss his career goodbye.
God knows what else.
MONITOR BEEPS
Hey, has his dad gone home?
Yeah. He seemed pretty upset.
BANGING AND CLATTERING
(screams) NO!!
Get some help!!
Terri!
(coughs and splutters)
Put him down. Get him down.
Can you get Luke?
Oh, mate
What do you need, Jared?
What were you thinking?
Jared! What do you need?
Ah, whatever. A dressing,
gauze pads and normal saline.
Okay.
I got it. I got it.
Oxygen.
You bastard. You bastard.
DOOR KNOCK
The spinal unit called.
They have a spare bed available.
Great. Thanks.
Gave us all a bit of a scare, mate.
Especially me.
You in any pain?
Krys?
(whispers) Go to hell.
Some choice.
What do you mean?
You said he had no choice
about his medical condition.
You forgot suicide.
Everyone's talking about it.
I mean, as bad as it gets,
that's something I'd never consider.
Oh, really?
Each time you skip your medication
and wipe yourself out on booze,
you tighten the noose around
your neck just a little bit tighter.
Don't tell me
that's enjoying yourself.
Yeah, so maybe one day I'll stop.
Maybe.
Or maybe one day you'll just
go out on another bender
and never regain consciousness.
You won't even know it's happened.
Think about that.
Of course you did the right thing.
What else could you do?
You couldn't let him suicide.
I could've taken
the monkey bars down.
I should have thought.
I could have.
No-one's to blame.
Terri, he made a decision
and I stuffed it up for him.
He's in no state
to make a rational choice.
He's in no state
to make a rational choice.
You are - you made the right one.
You are - you made the right one.
In a few months he may've completely
changed his mind about his life.
And if he hasn't?
If he hasn't, he's going to hate me
for the rest of his life,
no matter how long or short
it will be.
And I can't say I blame him.
Oh, Jared.
You should've seen his face, Terri.
I'll never forget it.
SOMBRE MUSIC
Take care, Krys.
Let's go.
If he was feeling
more like his old self,
I know my son would like to thank
you for all the help you've been.
I'm sure that when things settle
down, he'll find a way to do it.
I just heard about our star patient.
What a waste.
Waste of what?
Surgical skills, nursing efforts.
That boy just tried to kill himself.
Suicide is the ultimate gesture
of selfishness.
Selfishness?
Something you're fairly familiar
with, I take it, Professor Craig?
Hey, Jaz.
Do you want a lift home?
No, it's okay. It's cool.
I'll be fine.
Hey, I know.
(loud sobs)
I just wish I didn't care, you know?
Don't wish that.
You'll end up like Von
if you're not careful.
She cares.
(ironic) Really?
Yeah, she just doesn't like
anyone to know it.
She could've fooled me
all this time.