I won't help you go after Mitri.
RCAs don't target individuals.
If you believe that, you are naive.
Your white blood cell count is up a bit.
- How are you feeling? - I'm stressed. About you.
When you can't do anything, Fifi, there's no point in stressing.
Fifi is the name of your daughter's dog.
The tumour's still in the temporal front lobe.
Speech centre is clear. Seems clear.
You're mixing words more.
I just want... happy.
Wish I could give you happy.
You're hot.
Thanks.
No, no, no, no, you're hot.
I'm going home. Why don't you come with me?
You know I want a renal advanced training position.
The interviews are in six months. I need to look good.
What are you up to, Tanya?
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Hey!
Doctor, eh?
Here, here. Here, here, here, here, here. Okay.
Okay.
Kurdi?
I'm gonna call an ambulance.
Get you to a hospital so we can check you over properly.
You and your baby.
No.
No hospital.
Who was that man?
No, no, no, no, no, no! No, no. Hey.
Good morning, Dr Bell.
How are you going with the RCA?
Uh, Carol's completed the nurse interviews, so we're almost there.
We're just waiting on Mitri's statement.
It's not too much for you?
'Cause I've been thinking there might be...
I can assure you the RCA is progressing well
and I am committed to seeing it through.
Dr Mitri. Can I have a word?
You haven't been interviewed for the RCA yet,
nor have you submitted your written statement.
Everyone else has cooperated.
Ask my secretary for a copy of my schedule.
Or how about we just do it now? It won't take long.
I don't have time.
You were the attending surgeon and your patient died.
And you're completely biased.
Who have we got this morning?
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Frankie.
You look like a new woman.
Thanks.
Um, about the thing in the bar...
Yeah. I think, uh... I think I may have dreamed you propositioned me.
I dreamed I did something like that too.
But then I woke up.
Yeah. Um... yeah, same here.
Uh, I need you to admit a patient for me.
- I'm sorry, we're all out of beds. - I need you to find one.
Who's the patient?
The patient is a pregnant 38-year-old woman.
She was involved in a street attack.
Well, admit her to Trauma.
Uh, she has a problem with her kidneys.
Let me talk to Carol. Maybe she'll shuffle some things, but...
- Thanks. - I wouldn't hold my breath.
Do you really think a hospital is the right environment
for a transplant recipient?
I assume you're not talking about a patient,
as we have a ward full of transplant recipients.
Dr Bell is a problem.
For her own good, we should transfer her
to a less threatening environment.
How did you find out?
Not long now, your dad could open the batting in the Boxing Day Test.
You can't bat, can't bowl, can't field.
Oh. I'll fit into the team perfectly, then.
Is everything okay? Not nervous or anything?
Nervous? With a whole new life in front of me?
I'm excited.
- Good morning, Mr Abraham. - Good morning.
Would you like to do this in private?
There's no secrets in this family.
John Abraham is 40 years old. In for a possible renal transplant.
The organ is on its way.
Patient presented originally with anaemia,
but was found to be suffering with heart condition
and poor renal function.
And how are you feeling, John?
A bit feverish.
Tabb, take his temperature.
Well, it's good to finally meet the whole family.
- Mmm, yeah. - And you?
- Looking after Daddy? - Yeah.
39.
Is that a problem?
Well, I hope not. It's a big day.
Dr Patel here will take your bloods
and we'll send them off for cultures.
- Could you mark that as urgent? - Yep.
Then I'll speak to the lab and we'll take it from there. Okay.
And you, we need to go over that X-ray.
Did you access Dr Bell's medical files?
No, of course not.
Then how do you explain this?
I don't know.
Work it out. Fast.
It was a mistake...
Breaching confidentiality
is a failure to respect a patient's autonomy.
And a fellow colleague!
It is a gross ethical betrayal.
- It won't happen again. - No. It won't.
You have made yourself liable to both civil and criminal proceedings.
And the hospital has just cause to terminate your employment.
What did you hope to gain?
I was concerned about her welfare.
So concerned that you had to share it with your father!
You have the makings of a bloody good nephrologist, Tanya.
I don't understand why you'd do something like this.
Do you intend to make a formal complaint?
Your future's in Dr Bell's hands.
Your best hope is to apologise, mean it...
and ask for mercy.
Mrs Kamiran, what are you doing?
I'm sorry.
Uh... I won't touch you.
It's okay.
But we do need to work out what is going on with your kidneys.
And just check that your baby's okay before you go home, okay?
Are you... are you having trouble breathing?
Naza, how many weeks pregnant are you? Around 24 or...
Nah.
You have lupus?
You paid $300 for 50 tablets.
You do know this medicine is covered by Medicare?
All right. Um... just please wait here.
Where's the number for the interpreters?
- Which one? - Arabic, for Mrs Kamiran.
Oh, the queue jumper!
Had a nightmare time trying to find her a bed.
Oh, that just reminds me.
There was some irregularity with her admission.
Someone wrote in the wrong Medicare number.
I have to do something about that
before the shiny bums upstairs get wind of it.
Uh, you can speak Arabic?
Um... can you ask her who prescribed her medication?
- I think she has lupus. - Didn't you examine her?
She didn't want me to touch her.
Arrest in ICU. Sorry, I think it's gonna be that kind of day.
No... no, Eli, can... You need to ask her some questions.
Ask her yourself.
So, you do speak English?
You have done this before?
Yeah, hundreds of times.
How many hundreds?
- Like, three. - 300?
No, just three.
You're pretty funny.
And kinda cute.
Are you seeing anyone?
I thought you were married.
Essie and I have an arrangement.
Oh. So do I.
- The board of ethics. - Ah.
- Mmm. - The doctor-patient thing.
- Mm-hm. - Pity.
- Have we got John's blood results back? - Yeah.
Hmm.
Holy shit!
Get a load of that neutrophil count.
There's no way the lab's that quick.
You're right, Mr Abraham.
We don't have all of the results yet.
But we do have your CD4 cell count
and your rapid antibody test results, and...
they're positive.
Hang on. 'Positive', what does that mean? That I've got AIDS?
No. You're HIV positive.
AIDS only occurs if the HIV damages your immune system
to the extent that you become very ill.
John, it's likely that you've contracted HIV through sex.
So, um...
do I have a transplant?
Because of the HIV?
Well, because of the fever.
If the virus is active in your bloodstream,
it's just too risky to give you the immunosuppressants
that are needed for the transplant.
But you can still have A transplant once your temperature is normal.
Oh, God!
Essie.
You're gonna have to tell her.
Especially if you two are still having sex.
John, it's not just a courtesy. It's the law.
Now I really am afraid.
What's going on?
Um, so, John Abraham, he has HIV.
- Didn't see that coming. - No.
Plus, the fever's not going anywhere. Which means...
No transplant.
We'll just have to find him another kidney.
Hey, Frankie, um...
last week...
What about last week?
I made a mistake, and Berger's...
What?
He's asked if you could schedule a biopsy for Mrs Kamiran.
That's what he said last week?
No, uh...
No. No, no, he actually said that this morning.
So, um, can you check if Mitri is available?
Yeah, great. Thanks.
We had a deal! One condition!
One condition. One?
Okay, if you two just... don't mind, I'll just...
You had to be 100% safe 100% of the time!
Condoms break, Essie! Remember how Luke was born?
You weren't too upset about it back then.
Our family comes first.
- I'll just leave you... - Always!
Why am I not enough for you?
Because sometimes a guy just wants to get off
without all the... the messing around, setting up the mood
and the... the foot rubs
and the... the second-guessing every bloody move!
Isn't that right?
Uh, I wouldn't actually... know. Anyway...
What does this mean for the transplant?
He'll still be on the list.
He's been on that list for years.
HIV is manageable. It won't kill him.
No, it'll be his heart. Or his kidneys.
If I don't get to him first.
Thanks. Thanks very much for letting me know.
Dr Bell? I've just been on the phone to Admin.
And?
There's a problem with the lupus patient.
When they saw the strange Medicare number, red flags went up.
- Naza Kamiran's Medicare card? - It's a fake.
That would explain the $300 medication.
It seems there's some sort of racket going on.
It's not the first fake that's turned up.
The police are on their way.
You called the police?
Fraudulent behaviour. It's my responsibility.
They want to talk to her about it.
Well, good luck to them.
If I couldn't get anything out of her, I doubt the cops will.
Doubt the cops will what?
If she doesn't have Medicare, it means she's on a restricted visa
with restricted work rights and limited financial support.
Yeah, I get it. She's a refugee in serious trouble.
And somewhere, somehow, she's been diagnosed with lupus nephritis,
which has been poorly treated for God knows...
Because she doesn't have Medicare.
Which you knew and didn't bother to tell me.
Why this patient?
She's gotten under your skin, huh?
Like Zoe Mendoza got under yours?
- This isn't about me. - No, it's not!
It's about that poor woman in there.
Now, you'd better hope her visa's in order, because if it's not,
the cops are gonna come and put her on the first plane back to Syria.
She's gonna be put in prison, maybe worse.
If that happens, it's not gonna be
the lupus nephritis that kills her.
Frankie. I need to talk.
What, Tanya? What are you so desperate to tell me?
Last week, I was reviewing the list of patients at risk
during the PCP outbreak...
and I inadvertently came across some patient information.
There was a list...
and there was a Frances Bell.
And then I read your paper on altruistic donation.
My name is not on any list.
You looked up my records.
It wasn't deliberate.
I don't believe you.
I had a right to know if your illness is endangering your ability
to care for your patients and for the patients themselves.
No, you do not have that right...
to break into my private life.
Frankie, I'm sorry.
Who else have you told?
Your father?
Oh!
She knows everything.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know.
Well, you could have her sacked
or officially reprimanded or struck off.
- What would you do? - All the above.
And I'd get a Tanya doll and stick pins in it, just in case.
You know what... you know what's strange, though?
It's totally out of character for her to confess.
Unless...
- Strong flat white. - Cheers.
You knew about Tanya.
Why didn't you tell me?
I thought I'd give her the opportunity to tell you herself.
Great, because she really
needs more opportunities right now.
You know that she told Steele?
He'll find reasons to get rid of me!
That's not gonna happen.
Well, he's already threatening to take the RCA off me.
Soon it will be something else.
What matters to me now is what you intend doing about it.
I want her sacked, struck off and prosecuted.
And what would that achieve?
Detach from the emotion.
Think about this objectively.
What are the psychological motivations for snooping?
Jealousy. Competition.
I mean, she's got low self-esteem.
And add into that the expectations of a father like Steele.
Do you still want to make an official complaint?
You're leaving it up to me to report her?
Okay, give this a squeeze for me.
I know what you must think.
- I don't... - He's not gay.
He just likes sex with men.
And I'm okay with that.
Are you sure about that?
Because it sounds to me like you're not sure about any of it.
Yeah, well, we're right back where we were eight years ago.
What if he doesn't get another kidney?
Have you considered a living donation?
Tried when John was first diagnosed.
Tissue matched, but our blood types didn't.
Much like our sex lives.
You know, technology's changed a lot over the last eight years.
You mean I might be able to donate after all?
I know about the Medicare.
And I know that you don't trust me.
But right now, you are in a lot of trouble
and I am offering to help you.
One day, you're going to have to start trusting, Naza.
So, why not today, here, and with me?
There is no trust.
I can organise... a trauma counsellor.
What do you want?
Can you take the baby out of me?
Why?
What happened?
Please, you must take it out of me.
Where is your husband?
He is dead.
I cannot love this child.
You're too far into the pregnancy.
Is there any other way that I can help you?
You cannot help me.
Admitted a patient with a kidney problem
and it turns out she is a refugee who's been tortured.
And then she was raped by some sleazebag called Majid,
who also sells fake Medicare cards.
Oh, God.
She's seven months pregnant as a result.
Her visa's expired and now the cops are on their way.
I have no fucking idea how to help her.
Oh, Frankie.
- Hey. - Hey...
I, um... saw Naza's scars.
Dr Nader?
Go to Naza. Now.
Please.
- Yes? - Some detectives are here.
They're asking for Mrs Kamiran.
They want to speak to her about the fraud.
No, she is the victim of fraud, not the perpetrator.
Then she won't mind helping them with their inquiries.
I'm afraid Mrs Kamiran is far too ill to speak to anyone.
I'm not a fool, Doctor. I do know how to read a chart.
How long do you think you can hide an illegal immigrant here
before the board gets wind of it?
And how would they? Unless somebody told them.
Those detectives might have gone now,
but I have dealt with a lot of cops in my time.
And one thing I do know, they will be back.
And they will not be happy, Doctor.
She's gone.
- What? - Naza left. What do we do?
- We go after her. - We don't know where she lives.
No. But her son will.
What, she has a son?
She mentioned a restaurant, Al Samar.
This is it.
Bedad?
What about my mother? Where is she?
We thought you might be able to tell us.
Who are you? Police?
She's missing from the hospital.
Hospital?
Is she hurt?
We need to find her.
Now, can you take us?
- I don't want to see her. - Hey! Hey, what's with the attitude?
My father is dead.
And she's pregnant.
Your father is dead because he's a Kurd.
Bedad...
in war, men get killed,
and women... they get raped.
This is Australia! There is no war!
War doesn't respect borders. It will follow you everywhere.
Who are you to speak to me of these things?
You know nothing.
I was working in the hospital in Aleppo when the bombs hit.
I felt the heat...
then...
chaos.
A patient dead on the operating table.
Bodies burning in their beds.
We had to dig through rubble to try and find people.
She brings shame to us.
My father, he would have... What would he do, Bedad?
I bet he was a good man, wasn't he?
I bet he was a man with principles.
When they came for me with their swords...
he took my place.
They tried to make him kneel, but he wouldn't.
What happened to your mother is not her fault.
You know this.
And she still fights, Bedad.
That makes her a hero.
When this baby is born...
she's gonna be your sister.
But your mother needs your permission to love her.
And they both need you to be a man like your father.
So, the urine osmolality is normal, but the sodium...
God, I truly have no idea what this means.
Random sample or a 24-hour?
Random.
Ideally the number should be 20.
Looks like renal tubular acidosis.
Yeah. Exactly what I was thinking.
You okay?
I looked up Frankie's medical records.
You know, I never expected to get into med school in the first place,
and when I did...
you should have seen the look of pride on my father's face.
I've worked my butt off for three years.
At night, I study for the physicians' exam.
Forget having a love-life.
And now I go and do one stupid thing
and I'm looking at a lifetime of bulk billing
in a suburban shopping mall.
I know she's your friend.
You'll take her side.
Can you talk to her?
Please?
I need to know what she told your housemate.
About us?
Or about the operation?
For the RCA.
I need to know before I make my statement.
I'm trying to be professional, Lou.
So am I.
You think you're immune to consequences?
You didn't listen to me.
I told you to check.
Yeah, and I told you to stop.
Come back to hospital, Mama.
The police will come.
Let us deal with them.
You need medical help, Naza.
Mama, now is not the time for pride.
Come.
It's what Papa would want.
It's what I want.
Do you have any ideas?
I have a friend that could probably get us some legal representation.
Otherwise, apart from getting her back to the hospital, none.
If we put her on dialysis,
she's classified as receiving essential ongoing therapeutic care.
Which means Immigration can't take her to detention
and they can't deport her.
The only problem is Obstetrics would prefer
if dialysis were to wait until Naza has delivered.
When have I ever done what I'm told?
Go on.
The handsome, mysterious Dr Nader.
What do you know about him?
The man's a superhero.
But not my type.
Oh, is that extent of your interest?
If someone will sleep with you or not?
Yes, it's true. I'm shallow.
But at least I don't snoop on my colleagues.
Unlike Tanya.
No, like you.
My life is not online for everyone to see.
And my medical records are private and protected by the law.
Yes. She went too far.
Us Indian kids are under a lot of pressure to succeed.
You don't know what it's like.
I get crap from my parents,
but for Tanya, the bar is set, like, way higher.
She's a grown-arse woman, Tabb.
It does not excuse what she did.
Yeah. I know.
But do you think any punishment is worse
than what she's putting herself through right now?
So, the plan is we get her on emergency dialysis immediately,
which means we need a surgical team on board
for the vascath and for the formation of a fistula.
I intend waiving my fee...
and I expect anyone else involved will have to do the same.
So, what do you think?
Steele won't be happy about this.
No.
- Count me in. - Me too.
Mitri?
I don't see any real indication for urgent dialysis.
She has other serious health issues that we're concerned about.
You want to play student politics? Fine.
Don't drag the whole hospital into it.
Or me, for that matter.
Hell's bells, people! It's a simple procedure.
Add it to my list. You can assist, Lou.
I just had a phone call from the CEO.
The board's up in arms.
The politics are complex, Rup. I know that.
But the ethics are clear.
That Kurdish woman is my patient.
She needs dialysis or she and her baby will die.
As for the costs, there aren't any.
People are lining up to volunteer their services,
and anything above and beyond that will be funded directly by me.
Okay, princess, we've got a 38-year-old woman in need of dialysis.
Peritoneal or haemodialysis?
Haemodialysis, given she's pregnant.
AV fistula or graft?
- Fistula. - Are you sure?
We don't know what environment she'll be in next week,
let alone next month.
Fistula.
Now, steady hands.
Oh.
No, don't look at me. Look at the poor bloody patient.
Or do you want to kill her?
Okay. Block off the blood vessels.
Make the incision.
What went wrong with the operation?
Zoe Mendoza's heart operation?
That's a subject for the RCA.
Yes, but I tried to clean up the mess.
The operation was dodgy. What happened?
You're a smart young woman who wants to become a surgeon.
In two terms, you'll be interviewing for a place on SET
and you need support.
Yeah, I do.
Then tell me what you saw, so I know before the report.
I just don't like surprises.
Have you even got the cephalic vein?
Maybe you should check.
Hmm. It's not bad.
Well, continue.
Surgeons need to be bold, decisive,
sometimes wrong...
never in doubt.
Residents. You come and go, few of you stick.
Well, I intend on sticking.
But if I were to make it, I need you to teach me.
You'll have to work your arse off to be accepted into training.
And ten times as hard as the men, just like I did.
You've got two terms to convince the new head of surgery you'll fit.
Right now, you're in an unfortunate position.
You don't know who that new head of surgery's gonna be.
So... you're gonna have to take a punt, honey.
Dr Patel.
- Hey. - Hey.
The tests look good. I can donate a kidney after all.
Congratulations, Essie. That's great news.
There's just one thing I need to check before we go ahead.
I want to ask him to recommit.
To me and the kids.
No more sex with men.
Essie, the gift has to be unconditional.
You know, John can't just decide one day
that he's not attracted to men anymore.
You know, sexuality, it's... it's much more complex than that.
I just don't understand why...
We can't lose him.
The kids love him that much. I love him...
But forcing him to make a promise he
can't keep is a recipe for disaster.
I don't know what else to do.
Essie, if you don't give John a kidney
and another donor doesn't turn up,
the reality is you're gonna lose him anyway.
So, my lawyer friend says it looks like
the Refugee Review Tribunal will grant you the right to appeal.
What does this mean? We can stay?
It means the lawyer will help you argue your case.
What is this? What's going on?
An offence under the Migration Act.
We have reason to believe she's committed...
Louise, get Bedad out of here!
- Come. Come! - Quick!
No, no, no, no. Shh-shh-shh.
Stay here, be quiet.
Be quiet.
Excuse me, this is a hospital and Mrs Kamiran is a patient.
She is an unlawful non-citizen
who has failed to meet the requirements of her bridging visa.
She will be taken to an immigration detention centre,
as will her son, Bedad Kamiran,
whom we know has also been at this hospital.
Mrs Kamiran is far too ill.
She's undergoing treatment for heart and kidney issues.
She will go on regular dialysis until a kidney donor is found
and her child is safely delivered.
For how long?
Five years?
Eight?
We're lurching from one crisis to the next.
Every second that that woman is here, someone else misses out.
Carol...
everyone in this hospital is doing
the best they can with very little,
and I have nothing but the highest regard for you all.
But, believe me, there are enough beds for everyone.
You do not have jurisdiction here.
I think you'll find that we do.
I'm sorry, officers, but the law is quite clear.
Access to any patient is always subject
to the attending physician's opinion.
- You are? - Dr Steele, Head of Medicine.
Mrs Kamiran is Professor Berger's patient. Only he can discharge her.
At which time, he, the hospital's board and myself must be convinced
that she'll be released into a safe and secure environment
where she can and will receive
ongoing dialysis and expert medical care.
We can detain you for questioning under the Immigration Act.
But you're not going to do that.
Or this will blow up
into the biggest media shitstorm this century.
Now, get out of my hospital.
I took the Hippocratic Oath once myself.
They've gone.
Off you go.
Go on!
Essie's gonna give up a kidney...
but only if I stop sleeping with men.
I just don't think it's a promise I can keep.
You don't know how lucky you are.
You have a lovely wife and a family who adore you.
But you want to throw all that away for what?
Jon, you are HIV positive.
That's going to affect who will or
won't have sex with you for a start.
Besides, if Essie doesn't give you her kidney,
you won't be sleeping with anyone for a very long time.
We had a deal.
What would you do?
Talk to Essie. Work it out.
Take the damn kidney.
Whoa! What is that smell? Is that Syrian food?
Hey, hey! No, you don't.
I have a job for you. Come on.
- I'm just gonna... Thanks. - Hey!
$2,000.
How do I know it's real?
My uncle works for Medicare.
He can make one for you. Any name you want.
What name do you want?
Naza Kamiran.
- What are you doing? - I'm trying to help you, brother.
Oh. The way you helped her?
I know what you did to her.
You're not gonna hurt anybody else.
Okay.
Thanks for coming.
Would you like a drink?
I was 15 when I first got sick.
My mum took me to this gruff old prick of a doctor. I hated him.
I guess because of what he was telling me.
I wasn't normal. I was different.
And I was at home for weeks while they tried to treat me,
wondering how long before my kidneys totally packed it in.
I was in denial.
I wasn't gonna tell anyone.
But my best friend told everyone.
First day back at school, she confronted me.
"If you're gonna die, then we can't be friends."
The whole group dumped me, I had to move school,
and at 16, I fought for another doctor,
and that's when I met Berger.
He's been with me on this whole journey.
He was...
He made me laugh and...
he made me hang in there when...
when it looked hopeless, and he...
He never let me down.
I am so sorry.
Truly, I really am sorry.
When you looked up my records,
you put Berger in an impossible position,
and you should not have done that, especially when...
When what?
What are you gonna do now?
Right now...
nothing.
But you have to keep your father in line.
You can tell him if he screws me, he screws you.
- Frankie. - Oh, hi.
So now you know.
How did you get these?
The same air strike?
I don't want to talk about the past.
So, you've made a decision, then?
Yeah.
We may get a bit scrappy and a bit messy
and a bit all over the shop sometimes...
but that's how we love.
So, you've drawn your lines in the sand?
We're working on it.
Dr Bell.
My statement.
For the RCA.
I don't know if this helps the domino of donations
that you're trying to put together,
but Bedad has offered to donate a kidney to his mum.
But he's not a match?
- Donor-specific antibodies. - Mmm.
But is Bedad a match for Kelly?
Tissue match is positive, so no.
Soft.
Berger, are you okay?
Hmm? What?
Where's Tanya?
- She's waiting for us to start rounds. - Yeah.
Oh... what did you decide, by the way?
You were right.
It takes up too much space being angry.
Yeah.
I'm so glad.
Tanya will be...
Jesus! Berger! Berger?!
Berger... Help!
- Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Don't worry.
It's all right. I just... slipped.
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There's not enough time.
What's worse, waking up a surgeon who's not on call,
or sitting at a coroner's court
because a patient died and it's on your head?
You put everything in your report?
I thought you said we couldn't discuss it.
- It is your job to keep me informed! - Uh, you were distracted.
Your head was in the bloody RCA. Do you remember?
All signs are saying she won't last the night.
We're not accepting a call in the morning.
She may have said something, but no, no, no, I... I don't recall it.
You're fighting the good fight, Frankie.
We just lost.
He's end, he's end!
Room 26!