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Dr Beaumont, this is Lynette.

Lynette brought herself in.
Shortness of breath. Chest pains.

Can you try and slow
your breathing down for me?

I feel like
I'm having a heart attack.

Do you suffer from asthma?

Any chest infections recently?
Colds or flu?

This is Simon McDermott. He's 23.
He had a seizure whilst jogging.

Do you have a history of seizures?
No.

There's no previous head injuries
and the jogger who found him said

the seizure lasted approximately
two minutes in duration.

Haemodynamically stable.
GCS 13 on arrival.

Increased alertness during transit.

Oh, he's seizing again!
MACHINES BEEP RAPIDLY

Diazepam 5mg.
Yep. Onto it.

Can you tell me where the pain is?

It's sort of... It's here.

OK.

(Groans) Ah.

(Pants) I'm feeling better, though.
I think I'm panicking over nothing.

Yeah, you can't
ignore chest pain, Lynette.

It's so weird.

One minute I was OK,
the next I wasn't.

Alright. Does it hurt
when you take a deep breath?

Hmm. Are you a smoker?

No.

Have you had
any overseas trips recently?

No. I've never been
out of Australia.

Ah, what were you doing
when the symptoms started?

I was driving to the shops.

Chest X-rays, bloods.

Yeah. Cardiac enzymes and an ABG.

We might need to check
troponin levels a bit later.

Mm-hm.

How long's all that gonna take?
Hmm, couple of hours.

Do you need to be somewhere?
(Pants) Uh-uh.

Alright. Let's get that started.

Chest is clear. Abdomen soft.

You feel like you've been
hit by a truck, hey?

You look pretty fit.
You run every day?

Except Sundays.

Was there any warning to this?

Anything happen at all
before the seizure?

Er, I've been getting headaches
for a couple of weeks.

Bad enough to need painkillers.

Mmm.
My vision's been a bit blurry too.

Alright, we need
a full blood work-up,

blood cultures and gases
and drug screen.

Oh, I don't do drugs, sir.

I'll take your word for it.
It's just a standard check.

He'll need a head CT.
Make it urgent.

Get him to Radiology
as soon as possible.

We'll also need a chest X-ray,
ECG and a neuro consult.

What do you do for a living?
I'm in the army.

Stationed in Darwin.

What are you doing down here, then?

Two weeks leave.

Due to fly home tomorrow.

Mmm! Bad way to end your holiday.

Yeah.

How's the breathing now?
Yeah. It's better.

OK.

Well, your ECG shows
that your pulse is rapid,

but it's in sinus rhythm,

so it's unlikely
to be cardiac related.

Are your arms bothering you?

Oh, they're just kinda itchy.
They're burning a bit.

Oh, it's OK, though.

Just lean forward for me
so I can check your back.

There's no rash there.

Her legs look fine too.

OK. Are you having
any trouble swallowing?

Er, no. Why?

It looks like you're having
some sort of allergic reaction.

You've probably been exposed
to something new in your environment.

Have you had anything to eat or drink
in the last 24 hours

that you wouldn't normally have,
like nuts or shellfish?

No.

OK, what about
household products or toiletries?

Is there anything different there?

No. Do you mind
if I phone my husband?

No mobile phones in here. Sorry.

Oh. Do you have
a phone I could use, then?

Sure.

Do you think you know what it is?

It's...laundry powder.

I bought a new one last week.

It's a cheapo one. Would that do it?
Maybe. Yeah.

Oh, good. I'll chuck it out, then.
Problem solved.

No. I'd still like to see what
the blood tests say, if that's OK.

Just sit back.

Alright, let's give her
another 12.5mg Phernergan IV

and that should help
relieve the itching.

Where's that phone?
Right here.

(Man groans)

(Groans, shouts)

(Moans)
(Gently) Hey.

Listen to me.

I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this! Alright?

I can't.
No!

Yes.
Gabby! Ahh! Ahh!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

(Clears throat) Campion.

Hey. Frank. It's me.

Where the bloody hell are you?

Er, with Steve.
(Steve splutters)

Wow. When did he turn up?

Late last night.

(Groans)

Look, um, Frank,
he stopped drinking - for good.

Um, cold turkey.

And he's got DTs and...

(Moans)

..he's been up vomiting
most of the night.

He's in a lot of pain.

So? Bring him in here.
Gee, why didn't I think of that?

(Steve moans)
He won't go.

And I don't have anything
to help him through it.

Is he serious about
giving up the grog?

Yes. Yeah.

I need, um...

(Groans)

I need someone
to bring me a sedative

and, er, something
for the nausea, maybe.

I need your help, Frank.

Please.

Gallagher, look after the shop,
will you, while I'm out?

Where are you going?

There's a list of things
I need you to do.

Frank, wait.

Hi.
Hi.

You paged for a surgical consult.
Yes, I did.

Mm-hm.

That's no good.

I'll organise a neuro consult.

Right.

So, what are we looking at, Dr West?
Large aneurysm.

Looks like it's in the choroid
plexus of the third ventricle.

Pressing on his brain stem like that

must be affecting
his motor functions.

Headaches, blurred vision,
two seizures today.

(Sighs)
Yes. It's Zoe Gallagher in the ED.

I need to organise
an urgent neuro consult.

Patient's name is Simon McDermott.

Located that deep in the brain,
it's impossible to operate.

Right, um, did we
get onto the next of kin?

No. Mother is in Spain. I'll get Von
onto it once I've sorted this out.

Right.

Um, get started
on the neuro assessment

and I'll be with you in a minute.

Can you follow my finger, please?

ERICA: Are you feeling any better?

Yeah. It must've been
pretty strong drugs you gave me.

Yeah. They can
knock you around a bit.

Plus the seizure
would've made you drowsy.

OK, I'm just gonna get you to
squeeze my hands as hard as you can.

It's gotta be something simple.

I just remembered
that I banged my head

playing a game of footy
at the base a while back.

Could it be delayed concussion?
Maybe.

He has weakness on both sides.
Hmm.

I'm Mike Vlasek.
Pleased to meet you, sir.

Sir?

I don't usually get that kind
of respect. Not around here, anyway.

Sorry. Habit.

(Chuckles) Simon's a soldier.

Really? What made you join
the defence force?

My dad was in the British army.

Hmm.

Can you push with your feet
against my hands, please?

Any idea what's wrong with me, sir?

Well, your scan reveals a weakness

in one of the blood vessels
in your brain.

It's called an aneurysm.
And what do you do for that?

First of all, we'll get
a neurologist to examine you.

And he'll be able to explain things
to you in more detail.

Can't you give me
any more information?

I mean,
if this thing's in my brain,

you have to do something, right?

Yeah. We do. Can you finish
your assessment and write it up?

(Softly) Come on. Come on. Answer!

Is she still trying
to call her husband?

Yeah. She's scratching her arms too.

The first lot of antihistamines
should've settled that down.

Yeah, they should have.

Let me take care of these bloods.
Watch that rash for me.

HEATH: Shortness of breath and
generalised chest pain an hour ago.

She also has a rash on her arms,
chest, neck and face.

It's OK, Maya. Just try and relax.
Breathe normally if you can.

The pain's worse on inspiration.

She's had no recent illnesses -
flu or cold -

but she does suffer asthma, Jack.

Oh. Do you use an inhaler?

Usually helps.

Not this time.

I gave her 5mg salbutamol
via nebuliser on transit,

which seemed to settle it some.

Her BP's stable, she's sinus tachy
and her sats have been poor.

Mm-hm. I'll just get you to
jump onto the bed for me, Maya.

Now, what were you doing
when your symptoms started?

Getting changed at the gym.

Hadn't even started my workout.

Alright. Dan!
Need your help over here.

Hang on a second.
I'll be right back.

(Pants)

Um, Maya, have you been using

a generic, cheap
laundry detergent at all?

I don't do housework.

Um, this is a colleague of mine,
Dr Beaumont.

You bellowed?

I'd like a set of obs and an ECG

to make sure
this isn't cardiac related.

Didn't take you too long
to start bossing me around again.

Have you been hospitalised
with asthma before?

Er, once. Bad bout of flu.

But usually it's fine.

This just came out of the blue.

Is there something
I should be aware of, Charlotte?

Can you see me once she's settled?
Yeah, sure.

(Pants)

I owe you big-time for this.
Damn right you do. Where is he?

Ah.
What'd you go and call him for?

If I was in as much pain
as you are, pal,

I wouldn't be
so quick to refuse help.

Now, this is how it's gonna be -

since you are determined
to stay out of hospital,

you're gonna have to sign up
for a home detox program.

I can deal with this on my own.

That's why you lobbed
on Gabrielle's doorstep

instead of locking yourself
in a motel room, is it?

You and I both know
that you are going to need some help.

So cut the crap.

Please, Steve.

Let him help you.

What have I gotta do?

Sign this.

What is it?

Terms of agreement
of your home detox program.

If you sign it
I can start giving you things

that'll help with your withdrawal.

A neuro consult
is not gonna change the fact that

that aneurysm is inoperable.

Oh, Von, I need you
to get onto a next of kin.

Patient's name - Simon McDermott.
Mother is overseas.

Well, you've asked so nicely.
How can I refuse?

Hey. My patient's settled up.
What can I do for ya?

I'm treating a woman
with identical symptoms.

Does yours have asthma as well?
Mm-hm.

We'll, they're probably not related.

They both have a rash.
Now, that doesn't fit with asthma.

An allergic reaction?

Not one of the common triggers.
I'm worried it's environmental.

In which case, these two
could be the first of many.

It's a little early
to make that call, I think.

Something to be prepared for.

Jack!
Yep?

Er, pulse is rapid.
Oxygen sats are down to 92%.

OK. We need to give her another
neb of salbutamol and ipratropium.

Uh-huh.

Dr Beaumont!

(Gasps) I can't breathe properly.

So, what's the situation, sir?

I've been reviewing your scans

and talking it over
with the neurosurgeons.

Our main concern is that the aneurysm
is located so deep inside your brain.

I still don't know
what an aneurysm is.

Well, the best way to describe it
is to imagine an inner tube

and if there's a weak spot on it,

then the pressure from inside
can cause the rubber to balloon out.

And eventually it blows. Right?

Yeah.

We can operate, but only
by using a special technique

known as induced hypothermia.

What the hell's that?

Basically, in order to access

the weak part of the vessel
and clamp it off,

we need to reduce
your body temperature right down

until your heart actually stops.

Mike.

Before you can kill me,
you have to kill me.

Not exactly.

Your metabolism does slow down,
but it doesn't stop completely.

And then,
once the aneurysm is repaired,

we can bring your body
back up to temperature

and restart your heart.

Oh. No way.

We don't have a lot of choice here.

Without treatment,
this thing will kill you.

You need to trust me, Simon.
I don't even know you.

But like you said,
I've got no choice.

So I guess we'll go ahead with it.

I'll get the consent forms organised.

You're gonna do the procedure?

The only neurosurgeon
willing to even discuss it

is currently in theatre and could be
stuck there for another 12 hours.

This kid doesn't have 12 hours.

Get in contact with other hospitals.
Try to find another neurosurgeon.

We can't move him, Zoe.

It's too dangerous.
The aneurysm could burst.

This is outside
your area of expertise.

I've done it before.

How many times?

Once. Inoperable tumour.

And the outcome?

(Sighs) You didn't even
outline the risks, Mike,

and we both know
they're substantial.

I want Jack to scrub in with me.

It's not gonna happen.
Frank's gone. I'm one doctor down.

Do not ask me
to lose another doctor.

I'll leave Bart to cover for him.

Why are you doing this?

I need someone with experience in
theatre with me. Someone I can trust.

You should be able
to trust all your surgeons.

Not with this case.

Simon's my son.

SIRENS WAIL

I finished Simon McDermott's
secondary assessment.

Great. Thanks. Oh, and Bart?

I'm gonna need you to
swap with Jack for the day.

I know you're keen to be involved in
this one. It's unusual and all that.

But I really need
Jack's experience in theatre.

OK.
You sure?

As long as this doesn't affect me
finishing my internship.

This is officially my last day before
I take on residency status, remember?

It won't affect it. Guaranteed.

Jack. Wait.

What's this about you
wanting me back in surgery?

You can't just drag me upstairs
whenever you need a playmate.

It's just one operation.

I need you to manage bypass for
an induced hypothermia procedure.

And it's OK with me.

Oh, well, that makes it fine,
then, does it?

I wouldn't ask
if it wasn't important.

OK.

Right. So it looks like
we're all one big unhappy family.

I'm happy.
That's great, Bart.

I'll just, ah... I'll get on with it.

Are you sure you're OK
to do this operation?

Gotta be some reason
why he walked into this place

out of all hospitals.

I'd say the decision's
been made for me.

What have we got?

Two patients with similar symptoms,

but we haven't been able
to identify a common allergen.

Current status?
We've stabilised them both.

But they will continue
to deteriorate

unless we find out
what's causing their conditions.

So we need to go over everything
they've done in the last 24 hours

with a fine toothcomb,
see if we can make that connection.

Not a problem.

What did you have for dinner
last night?

Chops, boiled spuds, bit of salad
I picked from the garden.

Poached salmon, artichoke mash.

Cooked that yourself?
A bistro down the road.

What about personal items?
Body lotions, shampoo, conditioner?

Is there anything different there?

The shampoo and conditioner I get
in bulk from a cut-price place.

I've been using the same stuff
for months.

Organic. The hairdresser put me
onto it way before organic was cool.

And what do you do for a living?
I'm kinda between gigs.

My dad sends me money.

Lynette, think.

You must have been somewhere
or done something differently

in the last day or so.

No, I'm sorry.
I'm a creature of habit.

What about your husband?
Is he showing any of your symptoms?

No, he's fine.

You know that patient?

I don't think so.

I've never seen her before
in my life.

She's presented with
exactly the same symptoms as you.

Maybe the two of you have been
exposed to the same thing?

Stop treating me
like I've done something wrong

and just fix me, alright?

Simon, this is Jack Quade.

He'll be assisting me
in the operation.

Thank you, sir.
At ease, soldier.

Sorry. I just always
wanted to say that.

Consent form signed?

Um, I hear you're
stationed in Darwin.

Since I got back from East Timor.
Yeah.

Oh. You seen much active service?

That and a tour of Iraq.

Wow. Pretty confronting places,
I should imagine.

No such thing as a good war.

But you do
what you're trained to do.

Most of the time you feel like
you're doing the right thing,

giving assistance
to people who need it.

What about the other times?

Oh, when some little kid
throws rocks at you in the street

you can't help wondering if
you're not just making things worse.

And, ah, your dad's
still in the army?

Stepfather, actually.

He died two years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too. I miss him.

Have you always wanted to
follow in his footsteps?

Oh, I didn't know him
till I was 15, actually.

Up until then I wanted to be a muso.

Yeah. Did the whole
garage band thing.

It was pretty wild, too. (Laughs)

Drove Mum nuts.

Then this guy came along
and sorted you out, hey?

Yeah. Gave me the guidance I needed.
Probably saved my life.

What about your real father?

Wouldn't know him
if I fell over him.

Never wanted to meet him?

No. He hurt Mum. Abandoned her.

Not interested in
knowing a man like that.

Let Theatre know we're ready,
will you?

Yep.

He shouldn't have put you in this
position. You shouldn't have let him.

Well, what was I gonna do?
Turn him away?

Couldn't do that, Frank.

I couldn't do that.

Have you thought about
what you're going to do now?

Huh?

You can't watch over him
for every minute of his recovery.

You need to look after yourself.

Not to mention the fact that I would
like to have my NUM back in my E.D.

Wouldn't mind being there myself.

I understand what an inconvenience
this has been for you, Frank,

and I'm deeply grateful
for all your help.

Any joy on those bloods?
Both sets are in.

Normal electrolytes,
no elevation in the white cells.

Liver function normal?
As are cardiac enzymes.

Everything else checks out.

I'm getting much the same,

except the ABG shows oxygen levels
slightly lower than normal.

Which we'd expect, given her asthma.

How's the X-rays?

Both sets unremarkable, except
a little hyperinflation in Maya's.

Medical records are no help either.

Lynette grew up not far
from where she lives now.

Couple of terminations,
sexual assault as a teenager,

several reports of domestic violence
in her 20s.

Maya - she grew up in Queensland,
moved here a year or so ago.

Nothing medical
except for the asthma.

Healthy affluent
vs school of hard knocks.

Harder we look,
the less they have in common.

WOMAN: Somebody help!

Lynette, what are you doing here?

I just came in to see if she's OK.

Dan!

You got any tightness
in your throat?

OK, we need to repeat the nebuliser
and get a salbutamol infusion going.

DAN: Repeat bloods?
Yep, and a chest X-ray.

Then we need to intubate
and move her up to ICU.

Try and slow down your breathing
for us, please.

Is she gonna die?
No. Let's go. Come on.

Look, you're busy. I-I'm OK.
The...the breathing's alright.

And the itching's not so bad.
I need to get home to my husband.

Did you manage to get onto him?
No.

Lynette, you were in
severe respiratory distress

a little while ago.

Please sit down.
Yeah, but you sorted that out!

For the time being.
Now, please, sit down.

If it's the same thing
making you both sick,

you'll both end up in ICU or worse.

Please tell me how you know Maya.

I told you before.

Please.

I don't know her.

I wish they hadn't called Mum.

Shame to drag her all the way back
for this.

You know, I'm pretty sure
she'd wanna know you're here.

I guess.

What's she doing in Spain, mate?

Just getting her life back together.

Can you do something for me?
What's that?

If things don't go to plan,
tell my mum I love her.

But I'm hoping
it won't come to that.

MONITOR BEEPS

You want music?

Shut up and concentrate,
if you don't mind.

OK.

Here. Levator.

Thank you.

There. That's about all I can do for
him till we start cooling him down.

The effects of the hypothermia
should kick in

when his body temp
gets down to 29, 30 degrees.

You'll see some cardiac arrhythmias
around then.

His heart should stop
around 26 degrees.

When the cooling process is complete,
we'll take him off bypass

and that's when I'll have about
an hour's window to work in.

So I'll need you to call out time
every...10 minutes.

I'm serious, Jack. That's it.
One hour. After that, he's dead.

Yeah. I get it.

Commencing bypass.

Oh, some thermal underwear
would've been nice.

What's his body temperature?

17 degrees. Do you want bypass off?

No. No, just wait a bit.

We're gonna create some heat
when we start working,

so let's cool him down a tad more.

16.8.

Alright. Off bypass.

Bypass off.

Commence preservative measures.

60 minutes remaining.

Mike?

No circulation. No blood pressure.

Vessel in question
is collapsed and flaccid.

Let's do it.

Thanks. How's Maya?

Still in ICU. What about Lynette?

She's stable for the time being,

but I'm not sure
how long that's gonna last.

It's gotta be something
environmental.

Has she explained
how they know each other yet?

Still denying that they do.

I don't understand
why they are both lying about that.

Unless it's something
they're ashamed of.

Such as?

It'd be great
if we could check their homes.

Why can't we?
'Cause we'll both get fired, Bart.

That's why.
Well, I don't actually work here.

So, what made you
want to sort yourself out?

It wasn't you,
if that's what you're thinking.

I wasn't.

Just figured enough was enough,
I suppose.

Come on, Steve, tell him the truth.

Well, after you gave me
my marching orders, I...

Actually, I think I gave myself
the marching orders.

Anyway, look, after that

I went on a bit of a bender.

Lost three whole days. I've got
no idea where I went or what I did.

I don't wanna lose any more.

Good choice.

I hope so.

Wouldn't want to feel like this
for nothing.

No. So, I'll leave you some Maxolon
in case the nausea gets worse.

And some diazepam IF you need it.

Thank you.
I suggest you both get some sleep.

Give me a bell
if you need anything else.

Thanks, Frank.

Frank?

I won't forget this.
Damn right you won't.

That rash is spreading
on your back now too.

Any tightness in your throat?
No. I told you, I'm fine.

You're not fine
and your friend's even worse.

Not my friend.

She's in Intensive Care.

We had to put a breathing tube
down her throat

so she could get more air.

Is that gonna happen to me?
Yes.

Unless we can work out
what it is making you both sick.

You know, we really don't care what
the connection is between you two.

We just need to know
so we can treat you.

Have either of you seen Bart?

He's upstairs
checking on his patient in ICU.

I'll let him know
you were looking for him.

Thank you. How's everything in here?

It's fine.
It's under control.

40 minutes remaining.

Almost there.

(Sighs) Damn it!

What? What is it?

The whole vessel's ballooned out.
I can't clip the aneurism.

Well, what do we do?

(Sighs)

Mike?
I'm thinking!

I'm gonna have to warm him up again
and get his heart started.

And then what?

We need to check the area
for blood supply

and then see if we can't find
another way around it.

That's gonna take 15, 20 minutes.
We don't have that sort of time.

Start warming.
No, listen.

You're gonna have to clamp
the entire thing off

and hope that part of the brain
is being fed by a different vessel.

And if it isn't, it'll be too late
to do anything about it.

He'll come out of this
brain damaged.

You don't have a choice. Clamp.

Listen, I asked him
to trust you on this.

You can't give up now.

Good.

39 minutes remain.

I'm at Lynette's place now.
Anything so far?

No, not yet.
SCREEN DOOR BANGS

I'm just gonna have
a look round the back.

Make it quick,
'cause Zoe's asking for you.

I'm not sure how long I can cover.
(Clears throat)

Charlotte?

Bart is not in ICU.
Really?

I'll see if I can track him down.
Mm.

How are you going
with your patient Lynette?

Well, her respiratory problems
persist and her rash is spreading

and I still haven't
made the connection

between her
and the one in ICU, so...

(Sniffs)

(Coughs) Now we're getting somewhere.

PHONE RINGS

BUBBLING, PHONE RINGS

Hey! Hey!

Ohh! Crap!

(Grunts)

(Gasps and coughs)

Oh! (Coughs)

OK, mate. OK.

(Grunts)

(Coughs)

SIRENS WAIL
(Grunts and coughs)

What happened, Bart?
He's got some sort of lab in there.

(Coughs)
Are you OK?

Yeah.

Here, come on, let me take over.

You're gonna have to
get yourself hosed down.

Have you got some clean clothes?
Yeah, in the car.

I've already called the police.
Yeah?

Might have to call Hazmat
and the fire brigade.

Yep.
Excuse me.

You alright?
Get some oxygen onto you, Bart.

(Vomits)

MACHINE BEEPS CONTINUOUSLY

Come on, come on.

We should've seen some movement
in the flat line by now.

What's his body temp?
29 degrees.

Any second, OK?

Come on!
MACHINE BEEPS ONCE

We've got movement in the monitor.
Not a heartbeat, though.

No. This is weird, watching
a patient in VF and not intervening.

(Sighs)

Body temp's at 30.

We're gonna defib.
No, no, no.

Wait for the body temp to go up
a bit. We might not need to defib.

Temperature 31.

Get those pads on him.
Oh, Mike!

Just do it!

Charge at 200.

Clear.

Go again.
Charging to 200.

Clear.

Charging to 360.
No, no, no, wait!

Jack, will you just
work with me on this?!

He's in normal sinus rhythm.

Good.

Let's, er...

Let's get him off bypass
and get him ready for ICU.

Yeah. We did it!

Let's hook him back up
to the ventilator

and wean him off sedation.

About time! Where have you been?!

Don't you start!
Oh! Don't start with you?!

You have left me two doctors down.
Two?

Yeah, well, Mike needed Jack
to help him in surgery.

For whom?

The Resus patient. Simon McDermott.

He dragged Jack into it?

Well, he swapped for Bart,
but now Bart has gone missing.

Bloody hell,
so what you're basically telling me

is the whole place has
gone to rack and ruin in my absence.

What I'm telling you

is you left me
up the proverbial without a paddle.

And you're not even
gonna tell me why, are you?

No, I am not.
Well, I hope it was worth it.

Hey.

I'm sorry, Gabby.

Hey, get some sleep.

(Quietly) Shh.

(Pants) Whatever you're doing,
it's not working.

I'm dying!
You're not dying, OK?

We just gotta work out
what you've been exposed to.

Chemical fumes.
Let's start her on high-flow oxygen.

15 litres via non-rebreather mask.

What sort of chemicals?

Chemicals used
in the manufacture of crystal meth.

Ah. Want me to run ABGs again?

Let's check for carbon monoxide
poisoning too, thanks.

Why didn't you tell us
about the drug lab?

We could've helped you
and your friend a lot sooner.

Well, how'd you find out? (Pants)

Dr West has just
come from your place.

Oh. Oh, my husband, is he OK?

I found a man unconscious
in the garage.

There was nothing
I could do for him.

He's...he's dead?

I'm very sorry.

Oh, God!

Oh, God, no!

He didn't answer the phone!

Lynette...
(Sobs)

Oh, my cousin! That idiot!

It's all her fault!

She came down here a year ago

and she said
that we'd make some easy money!

We could pay off all our debts!

Should've said no. I should've...

Should've told her to go to hell!

The police need to speak to Lynette.

Are you gonna be
able to talk to them?

Doesn't matter! Doesn't matter.

I've lost everything.

What can they do to me?

What... (Sobs)

Half-hourly obs, Dan.
Let me know if there's any change.

Yep.

I want a word with you two.

I will say this once, and once only.

Leaving the Department in the middle
of a shift is unacceptable.

I know.
We were stumped for a diagnosis.

It seemed like
the right course of action.

Since when is breaking into
a patient's home

the right course of action?

That wasn't part of the plan.

I went to find a link
between the two patients.

Which he did.
You're the senior doctor here.

You should've known better.
Zoe, calm down.

Did it occur to you that you
should've come to me about this?!

No, it didn't.
You assumed I'd veto the idea?

Would've been a fair assumption.

I made the decision. I did
what I had to do. I'm not sorry.

Zoe, he saved
two patients' lives today

and risked his own life
in the process.

That went well.

Whatever license you feel you have
to question Frank's decisions

does not apply to mine,
so, please, stay out of it.

Come on, you could've at least read
them the riot act somewhere private.

Public humiliation's
not gonna get you any friends.

I'm not here to make friends.

As you were.

Hey.
Mm.

How's he doing?

We were worried that the section
of the brain we were working on

wasn't being fed by another vessel,
but we got lucky.

Well, that's a relief.

Yeah. He's not
out of the woods yet, though.

He needs to stay ventilated
for another 12 hours

and then, all being well,

we'll start waking him up
some time tomorrow.

And what about
the prognosis after that?

Hard to say.

I mean, he's, er...
he's young, strong,

so fingers crossed.

Oh, did they manage to
get a hold of his mum?

Yeah.

You grew up without a father,
didn't you? What was that like?

Well, he wasn't really around long
enough for it to make a difference.

Why?

How about your mum?
How did she cope?

What's with all the questions?

Oh, just curious.

Are you heading home soon?
Ah, no. I don't think so.

Think I'll just stay around,
keep him under observation.

Alright.

Hey. How are you feeling? Any better?

Much better, thanks.
Good.

Hey. What's with the outfit?

It's a long story. One
you'll probably hear soon enough.

Come on, spit it out.

Screwed up downstairs.

No, actually, I got in trouble,
but I didn't screw up.

I pulled a dead guy out of a drug
lab and then I vomited my guts up.

I had the best day, Mike.
(Laughs)

I just... Felt like home.

I see.

First day back in the E.D.
and you're hooked again, is that it?

Look, I appreciate
everything you've taught me

and the job offer...

But you're not
gonna take me up on it?

I'm sorry for changing my mind.

I just know
I won't be happy anywhere else

except in an Emergency Department.

Life is what happens to you while
you're busy making other plans.

Thanks.

You really pulled one out of the bag
with this kid, didn't you?

I say, you certainly pulled one out
of the bag for this kid, didn't you?

Oh, yeah. Right, well,
let's not get too excited.

He's got a long way to go yet.

Who is he?

Vlasek, who is he?

He's my son.

You bloody stupid idiot.
And you operated on him?

He could've died. He still might.

We don't treat our relatives.
You bloody well know that.

Yeah, but then the rule was based on

a thing called
'emotional involvement'.

Doesn't apply here.

I don't even know him.
He hasn't got a clue who I am.

You rearrange
half the hospital's staff,

perform a procedure which you had
no right to even attempt,

and you tell me
there's no emotional involvement?

Please! Pull the other one.

What about the mother?

I walked out on her
when she told me she was pregnant.

Oh, don't look at me like that.

I... I was young and, er...
had a morphine addiction.

But even I could see that a junkie
was a pretty poor role model.

How very noble of you.

I'm not saying it was
anything other than selfish.

Anyway...

But if he died...
I dunno, somewhere out there,

I probably wouldn't have
even known about it.

But...he ended up here.

Karma.

You're in a good place now. Maybe
you could be something to this kid.

I can be his surgeon.
That's about it.

By the way, I've been onto Admin.

Had an idea for a bit of a budget
reshuffle that might interest you.

Zoe? Can I talk to you?

Yeah, yeah.
I want to talk to you too.

I'm sorry about what happened today.

I was trying to do
the right thing by the patients.

I know you were and I should not
have snapped at you the way I did.

Friends?
Yeah. Friends.

Hey. Here's our intern,
all grown up.

Goodness me.

Do you remember his first day here,
that lovely white coat?

Remember the initials
on his pocket?!

Shut up! It was a long time ago.

Look at him now.

I'm really gonna miss you guys.
Yeah.

What? What are talking about?

I told Mike I'm not gonna take
the job on the surgical team.

What?!

I know it's a great opportunity
and everything.

It's just I need to
work in an E.D. somewhere.

So I guess this is goodbye.

Dr Campion,
if you've got any contacts,

I'd appreciate
you putting in a good word for me.

Ah, yes, mate. I might be
able to accommodate you there.

Anyone mind if Bart here
came back to work with us?

It's not funny, Dr...

Because it seems that your new
second-best friend Mike Vlasek

has agreed to sign over
a slab of his budget to us,

which means that I can employ
an Emergency Resident.

You want the job?

Come on! You want the bloody job?

Yeah, I want the bloody job.

Good. Welcome back.

(Cheers)
Hey, that's great.

We're gonna have another bloke
down in the E.D.

What am I? Chopped liver? What?

Well done.
Well done, Bart.

Congratulations!