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2 ♪ Sia's "Buttons" ♪

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

♪ You've got me pushing imaginary buttons... ♪

[Horn honks]

♪ Step away from me, lover ♪

♪ Away from me, lover ♪

♪ You got me counting imaginary school children ♪

♪ Get away from me, lover ♪

♪ Away from me, lover... ♪

[Phone chimes]

♪ Yes, I can see ♪

♪ That your carpet is animated ♪

♪ Walk away from me... ♪

Shit.

♪ Away from me, lover ♪

♪ Yes, I see open wounds ♪

♪ In everyone I've dated ♪

♪ Away from me, lover ♪

♪ Get away from me, lover ♪

♪ I am no good for you ♪

♪ I'm seeing ghosts in everything I do ♪

♪ I am no good for you ♪

♪ I'm seeing ghosts in everything I do ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh... ♪

[Lisa] No, darling, tell Daddy

that Rachel's taking you to swimming on Thursday.

I don't know.

Yeah, yeah, in the red bag. I don't know, love.

You didn't hang them up to dry,

then they're still gonna be wet, aren't they?

No, I'll... I'll look at it on the weekend, okay?

I'm gonna be there every weekend.

[Tyres squeal]

[Horn blares]

♪ Walk away from me, lover ♪

♪ Away from me, lover... ♪

[Thunder rumbles]

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Get away from me, lover ♪

♪ Away from me, lover ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Step away from me, lover... ♪

[Vape thuds]

[Siren wails in distance]

Here, let me help you.

- Oh, thank you. - There you go.

[Through earbuds] ♪ Walk away from me, lover... ♪

[Engine putters]

[Tyres squeak]

- [Handbrake clicks] - [Engine stops]

[Cries]

[Whispers] Oh, come on.

[Sobs]

[Sighs]

[Ellie] You can do this.

[Van door slams]

[Ellie breathes shakily]

[Ellie gasps] Oh!

- [Whispers] Come on. - [Button clicks, window whirrs]

[Jimmy] Ellie!

[Ellie] Jimmy.

- Hi. - [Tearfully] You're here too.

Yeah.

Man. [Chuckles] I haven't seen you since, um...

...last year. Are you okay?

Uh, medically, I'm fine, if that's what you mean.

No, that's not what I mean.

You look like you're crying in your car.

- I'm not. - [Jimmy] Hmm.

Okay. Cool.

'Cause if we're here for the same thing, we're late.

Oh, shit.

[Window whirrs]

- [Jimmy] Ellie, let's go! - [Ellie] I'm coming!

[Gloria] Okay, everybody, welcome to The Pines.

Now, I don't need to tell you all

this is your last chance

to complete your medical internships...

- [Elevator dings] - ...and qualify as doctors.

[P.A.] Security, room 8.

[Gloria] Now, your first attempts were all

variously unsuccessful,

and, given past experience,

a quarter of you will be gone

in the next three months.

- Whoa. - Ugh!

- Sorry. - Watch where you're going!

[Jimmy] Sorry, mate.

Six, seven years of medical school training

and preparation to become a doctor...

...it all comes down to this.

Where are the other two?

So you're gonna be assigned

daily by us -

Anita, our CEO, me across general surgery,

and Dr. Parker on Emergency,

and occasionally internal medicine,

depending on staffing needs,

and given that we're 13 FTs down,

there's never not a need.

Um, sorry,

do we really need the stickers?

Yes, you do need those stickers, unless you prefer L-plates.

Your patients have got a right to know

that you've got your training wheels on,

but you are now working as junior doctors

and you're expected to act like it.

So no excuses.

Whatever you do, own it. This is your last chance.

- Don't fuck it up this time. - [Ellie] So sorry.

- Yeah. - So sorry we're late.

[Jimmy] Um, so sorry.

Dr. Wall.

- Dr. Wall. - Ellie. O'Neill.

Jimmy.

Seufale.

Mm-hm. You're late. Out.

You serious?

Are you?

[Tentative music]

First day, last chance, and you can't get here on time? Out.

[Ellie] Yep.

Come on.

[Jimmy scoffs]

[Indistinct chatter]

I think that went well.

[Tape rips]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Siren wails in distance]

[P.A.] Dr. Andrews...

- [Indistinct chatter] - [Objects clatter]

Are you two late? Oof!

- She's not gonna like that. - Uh, you're the program reg.

- Ellie. - Oh, Curtis.

- Jimmy. - Curtis.

- Curtis, should we go... - [Quietly] Oh, no, no, no.

Don't do that. Come with me.

- You two know each other? - Um, we're not friends.

Huh. Rude.

Yeah, we were both interns at RPA last year.

Went on one pretty good date, kissed, and then she ghosted me.

- God! I'm so sorry. - Very interesting.

- [Jimmy] Yep. - So what do you want to do?

As doctors, what do you want to do?

Oh, trauma and general surgery.

Yeah, same, but I wanted to do it before she did.

[Curtis] Surgeons just cut pus and canker.

Physicians are systems engineers.

They take into account the whole person.

They're creative, lateral thinkers,

plus they're the only people who actually talk to patients.

Do you want to talk to patients?

- Yeah. - Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Very good.

All is not lost. Okay, in you go.

Scrubs on.

See you in the field.

[Gloria] Accurate, contemporaneous documentation,

always.

However, I would not recommend

stealing the nurses' COWs to do it.

Their revenge will be brutal and enduring.

- Cows? - 'Computers on wheels'.

Oh, that makes sense.

Um, sorry, have you got a question... Yosef?

- Uh, no. - [Ava] I have a question.

Mm-hm?

[Ava] What support

does the program offer JMOs' mental well-being?

I have recurrent ADHD.

[Thunder rumbles faintly]

Um... [Chuckles] Okay.

I don't think that's a real thing, is it, Ava?

[Ava] It's an emerging area of research,

and I think we all deserve to feel safe.

[Gloria] This isn't a safe space.

It's a hospital.

[Thunder cracks]

[Lights click]

[People exclaim in distance]

Lights and power are not guaranteed.

There'll never be enough staff, time or resources.

So you work with what you've got and you'll survive.

You never know, you might even thrive, Ava.

[Yosef] Um, well, is the power coming back?

[Gloria] Well, one would hope so, yes, Yosef.

- It's a hospital. - [Josh snorts]

There's a backup generator.

- [Lights click] - [Gloria] There we go. Great.

Okay, off we go.

And, um, please try not to kill anyone.

[Thunder rumbles and cracks]

[Gloria] Gosh.

Um...

...where were you for the intern meeting?

You're supposed to be in my 2IC.

Steal your thunder? I'd never, General Surgeon.

You sound like Yoda. Are you having a stroke?

This is cold. Did you sleep in?

I pulled a double, finished late. Apologies.

- You kicked out two already? - Making a point. Nic.

Great day to haze the Fail Ward.

- Don't call them that. - Not to their faces.

Well, they're the Fuck-up Ward,

and they're going where they can cause the least damage.

[Curtis and Nicola] To Emergency.

- Morning, Omar. - Morning, Docs.

Do we have to worry about this?

Probably. Got a bit of a leaking, though.

- Your list. - Oh.

Oh, God. Is all this just today?

- Find you some interns. - Yeah.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Omar] Watch your step, please.

[Nicola] See you later, Omar.

What's up her arse?

She's been at The Pines too long.

Why is that?

Dr. Wall's quite famous in the DCS trauma circles.

Yeah, big circles, those. [Blows raspberry]

[Lisa laughs]

Yeah, I don't get why she's stuck out here either.

Uh, she slept with the wrong VMO.

There was some "me too" situation.

She blew the whistle on a senior doctor.

Oh, yeah? She didn't blow hard enough, eh?

[Josh laughs]

So what are you guys all in here for?

- I threw up in a patient. - You too?

Oh, babe, I was joking.

- Really? - [Josh] I'm curious.

How does a university medallist end up in here?

- Ow! - [Josh] Oh, there we go.

That's none of your business.

Josh Wilson.

You put a cannula in a jugular vein, right?

[Door squeaks and closes]

Looked like a slasher movie.

[Josh] No. [Laughs] Not what happened.

[Nicola] Okay, you lot...

- [Lisa] Hey, Nic. - [Nicola] Oh.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Nice to see you. - [Nicola] Good to have you back.

Uh, Dr. Wall will take two of you to assist in theatre.

That's a first.

Usually all the interns want to be surgeons.

- I want to be a psychiatrist. - Shit, no.

[Nicola] Yeah, you two, then.

The rest of you report to Emergency.

Let's go.

[Josh] Hm.

[Yosef] Oh!

- [Indistinct chatter] - [Water runs]

Here they are.

[Gloria] Oh, lucky me.

You bothered to turn up this time.

- Good luck. - [Jimmy] Thank you.

[Gloria] Okay, team, these are our provisional new JMOs.

Ellie and...

- Jimmy. Seufale. - I'll try and remember that.

Shields over there.

[Kush] Ellie O'Neil. RPA.

Yeah. [Chuckles nervously]

Kush Prasad. Dr. Kush Prasad.

My ex worked on that investigation.

[Ellie] Um, I thought that was meant to be confidential.

Uh, yeah, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.

- And Johnny, is it? - Jimmy.

[Kush] Jimmy. What are you in for, mate?

Or is it prison rules? Don't ask, don't tell.

- [Others laugh] - [Jimmy fake-laughs]

Saved someone's life, actually.

Oh, sure you did, buddy. All right, see you in there.

[Gloria] Okay, if any of us feel like doing some work today,

we've got one hell of a list to get through.

Let's get to it before the shit hits the fan.

[Water runs]

[Ali] So, let me see you scrub in.

- [Indistinct chatter] - [Phone rings]

Ivanovich?

[Yosef] Excuse me. Hi. We're the new docs...

[Liam] Cannon fodder.

Right.

We've got 27 waiting.

Five cat 3s, but Curtis has got those.

You guys clear the time-wasters as quick as you can.

It is gonna get worse.

- Because of the storm? - Because it always does.

[Phone chimes]

- Sorry. - Gastro, triage.

- Paper files? - [Liam] System's down.

Happens all the time. Hope you can use a pen.

- [Liam] You used to be a nurse? - Yes.

[Liam] Wonderful.

Someone who knows what they're doing.

[Phone chimes]

Sorry.

- [Thunder rumbles] - Sorry. Hey, babe.

No, no.

- [Lisa] Yeah, because my car... - [Liam] Or not.

Bed 5. Running sores. Leg smells like a bag of guts.

Hit me, boss.

- That's "Nurse Boss" to you. - [Lisa] Okay, I gotta go.

Love you. 'Bye.

Sorry. Fucking kids.

Well, don't have any.

This is Curtis. He's your reg.

Run everything by him first.

- Hello, people. - Hi, Curtis.

[Patient] I'm here. I'm dealing with it.

Excuse me.

Why are we all still standing here?

- Oh. - Yeah.

- [P.A.] Dr. Mendoza... - [Liam snaps fingers]

- Go. - [Josh] Triage.

- I... - [Liam] Thataway.

Thataway, thataway, thataway.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Curtis] Omar.

- Hello, mate. How you going? - [Omar] Oh, man.

[Curtis] Talk to me. Is it fixable or fucked?

Not by me. See? We don't have a lot of choices.

- Can you help? - Yeah, that should work.

Good idea.

- [Both grunt] - [Omar] That's it.

[Omar] Right there.

- There you go. - Thank you.

That's absolutely perfect.

- Well, hope it's enough. - Let's get this bugger.

[Light music]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Thunder cracks]

[Gloria] All right, let's get this party started.

Um, what are we looking at, Ellie?

[Ellie] We are looking at...

[Jimmy] I'll take the lead on this one.

The appendix appears enlarged and discoloured.

[Gloria] Yeah, next steps.

- I think what we need to do... - It's appendicitis, obviously.

Your basic appendicectomy. Let's get it out.

[Gloria] No. Ellie.

[Ellie] I think we first need to rule out

a mucocele or abscess or tumour.

- [Gloria] Mm-hm. - [Jimmy] Yeah, that's a given.

[Gloria] How do we progress?

[Ellie] I'd want to check the feel for firmness.

[Gloria] You can't do that laparoscopically.

[Ellie] Uh, no, of course not.

Um, based on the discolouration

and the irregular shape, it might be a tumour.

- [Gloria] Yeah, next steps. - [Jimmy] We're already here.

- Appendicectomy. - [Gloria] No.

Why might that be a bad idea, Ellie?

We risk seeding tumour cells throughout the peritoneal cavity

if we manipulate too much through the ports.

[Gloria] Exactly, and ideally we would like

to save our patient a second operation.

So assuming we can assure adequate margins,

which I think we can...

[Jimmy] We convert to open to remove the appendix.

Boom. Appendicectomy.

[Ellie] You didn't even know why that was right.

[Jimmy] Still got it right. Right is right, Ellie.

[Gloria] Thank you very much.

I no longer require assistants this morning.

Can you get Dr. Chun?

[Ali] Copy that. Jet?

[Ellie] Thank you, Dr. Wall.

[Gloria] Thank you.

[Heart monitor beeps]

I can't believe I said that dumb thing

about checking the feel of a tumour in a laparoscopy.

Maybe you should stop worrying about the tiny things.

I want her to like me. I need this internship to work.

Do you want to be a doctor? Then be a doctor.

- [Scoffs] - Okay?

How is everything so easy for you?

Hey, I think it's pretty cool you came back

after what happened.

Okay, don't need your advice. Thanks.

[P.A.] Cat 1. Trauma team to Emergency.

- I'll take the trauma case. - I'll take it...

- I can take the trauma case. - I'll take it.

Love this attitude, kids.

You can have this one.

- Why? - [Liam] 'Cause he's cuter.

Bed 1, frequent flyer. Just get her out of here.

Trauma's still incoming. That's yours.

[Exhales]

[Clears throat]

Hi. I'm Jimmy.

Uh, how are you feeling today, Shirley?

Oh!

I'm dying.

I want a real doctor.

Well, lucky for you,

I'm both Samoan and a real doctor.

I don't give a shit who you are. I can read your badge.

"Supervised Practice. JMO."

- What did you do wrong? - Nothing.

Are you happy for me to proceed?

- [Shirley] Fine. - [Jimmy] Thank you.

[Clears throat] I'm just gonna check your heart.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Jimmy clears throat]

Oh!

Oh, that's way too cold!

[Phone rings]

Yeah, this is gonna be fun. [Clears throat]

[Liam] Yosef, Mia, something's happening.

- Can you get out there? - [Yosef] Yeah, will do.

[P.A.] Security to room 13.

[Man] If anybody has the bladder scans...

- [Patients cough] - [Indistinct chatter]

Oh, no.

- [People murmur] - [Rain patters]

[Thunder rumbles]

She ran for it.

- Liam, she's back. - The phantom shitter?

Oh, come on!

- [Sneakers squeak] - [Man] Oh!

[Man groans]

[Mia] Okay. Let it go. That's all right, that's all right.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Mia] Oh, step up, baby girl. Come do your job.

- Oh! - [Baby wails]

[P.A.] Can we please get a cleaner to the waiting room?

[Man groans]

In here!

Yeah, we know!

[Patient groans]

[Patient] Ooh.

So are you the, um...

Never mind.

- [Metallic squeaking] - [Alert beeps]

[Patient whimpers]

[Tense music]

- [Curtis] Hello. - Hey, Curtis.

This is Phoebe. 35 weeks pregnant. In an MVA.

- Vitals? - [Paramedic] Stable.

She has a superficial laceration above the brow.

No pain on palpation to the cervical spine.

Might also have a broken clavicle.

[Phoebe] My baby!

- Please, is my baby okay? - And suspected onset of labour.

Okay, Phoebe, we're just gonna make you comfortable, all right?

- One, two, three. - [Phoebe moans]

[Paramedic] One, two, three.

[Phoebe moans]

[Curtis] Thank you very much, ladies and germs.

[Phoebe breathes shakily]

I'm Curtis. I'm a doctor here. Has she had any pain relief?

Nitrous.

Ellie, can I get a cannula in?

Theo, I'm gonna do an eFAST, please.

Thank you very much.

Can you tell me where the pain is?

- [Tearfully] Here. - [Curtis] Okay.

Now, first things first,

we're gonna make sure that you're okay, okay?

And if it's just your collarbone,

then that's not too bad, all right?

I'm not due. Is my baby okay?

[Ellie] Can I have your hand? Just make a fist for me.

[Curtis] Do you mind if I pull this down?

- [Phoebe] Uh-huh. - Okay. Nice and easy.

Okay, this is like an ultrasound

to check for injuries.

So we're just looking at your chest.

Okay.

- That seems clear. - [Phoebe] Oh!

How far apart are your contractions?

Um, uh, oh, I don't know.

I've got the baby's heartbeat. It's 135, which is perfect.

Baby's doing just fine.

Oh, thank God.

- [Curtis] That's great. Okay. - [Phoebe moans]

[Curtis] All right, all right.

We're gonna give you some pain relief,

and it might slow things down a little bit with the labour.

Oh, I need Danny!

Ellie, we need to get Phoebe in for a chest X-ray

and pop her up to Maternity.

And we need to call her partner.

- Yep. - [Curtis] Thank you.

- [Equipment beeps] - [Phoebe moans]

So, we're gonna make you comfortable.

[Keypad beeps]

[Ellie] Hi, Maternity?

I have a patient that's 35 weeks gestation.

Can I bring her up to you?

[Equipment beeps]

[P.A.] A patient inquiry coming through...

[Jimmy] Okay.

- All right, Shirley. - [Velcro rips]

Your BP's great, your chest sounds fine,

and your bloods from... three days ago are great.

I'm not going back.

You're on Zoloft and Wellbutrin?

Oh, toxic chemicals.

[Jimmy] Shirley, have you been taking those?

[Shirley] I'll throw myself out the window if you make me.

Shirley, there are no windows.

Oh.

The roof, then.

Just give me a second.

Liam, look, this lady seems medically fine...

So get her out of here.

Think she might have suicidal ideation.

She tries this every second day,

and I've got 30 others waiting.

Yeah. [Scoffs]

Shirley, how are you feeling?

- Old. - [Liam] Mm-hm.

But in the absence

of any more imminent life-threatening conditions,

we have to send you home, okay?

[Thunder rumbles]

[Jimmy] Just wait here.

I'm gonna go fill out those forms for you.

I won't be long, all right?

Just go.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Indistinct P.A. announcement]

Sorry, mate.

Hi. I'm Dr. Wilson.

[Chuckles]

Big weekend, then, huh?

Hello, Dr. Gorgeous.

[Josh] Whoa!

You are proper gacked.

Solid effort, considering it's Monday.

All right.

- What is this, huh? - [Patient murmurs]

- All right. - Ah...

Get this off.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Chuckles]

You can definitely make me feel better.

[Josh chuckles awkwardly]

[Patient] Does that feel good? [Chuckles]

- [Josh] Hm. - Mm! [Chuckles]

- [Laughs] - [Josh chuckles awkwardly]

Sorry, Josh...

Uh, no bueno?

No bueno.

[Both laugh]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Thunder booms]

[Gloria] All right, ready to start.

[Radio announcer] ...howling winds and reports...

[Gloria] Ali, scalpel, please.

[Ali] Yep. Kush, all good?

...wind warning remains in place for coastal...

[Kush] Yep. Good to go.

[Gloria] And opening up.

Kush, no more news.

- [Gloria] Music, please. - [Kush] You got it, boss.

Hey, Mick. I'm Jimmy.

Now that we've got your X-rays,

Dr. Parker asked me to take a look at you.

[Mick] Okay. Cool.

[Jimmy] Do you mind if I have a quick listen?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Thanks.

[Thunder rumbles]

[P.A. chimes]

[P.A.] Acute Med is on the line. 112 for Dr. Richardson.

[Jimmy] Cool.

- Let's take a look. - [Mick] Oh, yeah.

Just, um, corrugated iron frisbee'd me in the storm.

- [Jimmy] Okay. - [Mick] Yeah.

[Jimmy] Wow. Definitely did.

Um, mate, are these...

Are these staples?

[Mick] Oh, yeah.

Didn't want to get blood all over the ute,

so I stapled it up.

- You drove yourself here? - Uh, yeah.

- Yeah, all good. - [Jimmy] Right.

Hey, bro, you know these, um,

these X-rays, can I...can I keep 'em?

[Jimmy] Uh, yeah. I mean, I don't want 'em, mate. All yours.

It's just my, uh... my daughter, Tilly,

you know, she likes playing hospital and doctors and...

Oh, that's nice. Maybe that'll make up for the towel.

[Jimmy laughs]

- No, it's mine. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Both laugh]

[Jimmy] Ah, I won't judge.

Cool. I'm just gonna clean that wound for you.

[Mick] Yeah, cool, man.

[Jimmy] Get those staples out.

- [Curtis] Doctor. - [Jimmy] Doctor.

Mick, sorry to keep you waiting, mate.

[Mick] All good.

Right, it's a little bit close to the femoral artery

than we'd like,

but luckily there seems to be no damage, no fragments.

Nice work with that stationery, by the way.

[Laughs]

[Curtis] What's your recommendation, Doctor?

[Jimmy] Staples out, sew him up.

Tetanus, antibiotics, discharge.

Would you excuse us a second?

- Uh, yeah, yeah. - Excuse me. [Clears throat]

- [Thunder rumbles] - What's up?

No, no, I'll... I'll wait.

And lignocaine.

Or femoral nerve block.

There it is.

- I was always gonna. - Of course.

[Jimmy clears throat]

- What the fuck was that? - I didn't do anything.

That enthusiastic young gentleman

had his hand on your cock.

Did he? [Chuckles]

Oh, my God, you've still got an erection.

Pays to advertise.

Where do you even buy slutty scrubs from?

I don't know what planet you trained on,

but in this hospital, fucking the patients is frowned upon.

Only if they're not into it. [Laughs]

[Lisa laughs]

- [Josh] Hello. - [Lisa] Hello.

All good?

- Yeah. - Yep.

- So... - Sorry.

[Pneumatic tube thuds and hisses]

So you held the wound together

and just, what, punched the staples in?

[Laughs] Well, adrenaline, I guess.

Didn't have, uh, time to feel the pain, eh?

Sweet as. You're done, mate.

[Thunder rumbles]

Right, you call someone to come get you?

Oh, no, no, all good. I got the ute.

You had an anaesthetic in your leg. You definitely can't drive.

[Mick] Nah, it's all good.

You don't know my wife, all right?

- Ginny would kill me. - I'm serious.

- No... - It's not gonna...

It's all good.

- Oh, my God. - Yep.

Okay. So it's still a bit dead, eh? [Laughs]

Yeah. Um, call her, all right?

I'll get someone to come give you some crutches

so you can stay off the leg for a day or two.

- Yeah. - All right?

[Mick] All right.

- Just wait here. - Yeah, sweet.

- [Indistinct P.A. announcement] - Ooch.

Excuse me. Hey, can I get crutches to bed 5, thanks?

[Sighs, sniffs]

[Thunder rumbles]

Uh, have you seen Shirley?

- Who? - Uh, the lady that was here.

Died?

[Troubling music]

Liam, seen Shirley?

- She left. - Her bag's still here.

[Troubling music continues]

Hey, Ellie, have you seen her?

[Panel beeps]

I don't know where the porters are today.

It's busy.

[Chuckles nervously]

This wasn't in the mummy blogs.

How to give birth with a broken collarbone to a premature baby.

Oh, right.

Actually, 37 weeks is considered time,

so 35 weeks isn't too premature.

Oh. That's good.

[Rumbling]

Ah!

- [Phoebe screams] - [Ellie exclaims]

[Phoebe breathes heavily]

- Why are we moving? - [Ellie] Maybe the power's cut?

[Phoebe speaks sarcastically] Oh, do you think?

[Intense music]

- [Thunder booms] - [Lights click]

[People exclaim]

- [Uneasy music] - [Thunder rumbles]

[Water trickles]

- [Button clicks] - [Generator whirrs]

Oh! Oh, there we go!

[Phoebe moans]

It's okay, Phoebe. It's okay.

- [Phoebe moans and cries out] - [Exhales]

[Equipment beeps]

[Whistle blows weakly]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Phoebe moans and cries]

[Indistinct P.A. announcement]

It's okay, Phoebe. We're going back down.

[Suspenseful music]

[Thunder rumbles]

Excuse me!

[Suspenseful music stops]

You can't be up here.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Shirley] Least it'll be quick.

[Sighs]

Shirley, you need to come back.

I'm not going back.

It's a zombified hellscape full of depressed, dying people.

Look, can we just get out of the rain?

- We can talk about this inside. - No.

Please, Shirley.

I could really do without losing a patient today.

Suicide would really ruin your day, eh?

Not just mine.

Come back inside, Shirley. Please.

Please.

I'll find you a bed.

With a view?

- [Mechanical rattling] - [Uneasy music]

Oh, shit.

Dr. Wall, any space on the ward for Shirley?

Well, don't ask me. Ask the NUM.

[Singsongs] I think she likes you.

Gloria?

[Gloria] Uh-huh.

We're getting diversions

from Northern Beaches Private.

Oh, great. No lunch, then?

Multiple patients. Trees are down on the Falls Road.

Ambos can't get through, and the Parkway is cut off by flooding.

The MVA is our problem.

- Oh, bad news. - Yeah, we already know.

Not that.

All the lifts are down.

[Omar] Not just the lifts.

Radiology's offline.

- Power's out everywhere. - [Curtis] Oh, man.

[Omar] The basement flooded

and tripped the safety circuit breaker.

If I can pump out the water, I can get the power back online.

Why are we standing around here?

The secondary generator powers the pump.

We've only got an hour's worth of diesel left,

and we need that for the backup pump.

- What about the reserve supply? - [Omar] It hasn't come.

Oh, come on, Omar. This is unforgivable.

This isn't happening.

Don't look at me. Budget cuts.

We can talk about that later.

Well, can we turn around the diversions?

- No. - [Curtis] I've got something.

Give me half an hour.

[Gloria] Curtis?

Jimmy, come with me, mate.

We're going cross-country.

See you, Shirley.

[Tense music]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Thunder crashes]

[Tense music continues]

[Thunder crashes]

[Jimmy shouts] Curtis, what's going on?

Sometimes the proper practice of medicine

requires an assessment of the broader terrain.

[Angle grinder whines]

Where'd you get... Where'd you get that from?

I pinched it from the ortho.

[Jimmy] Great. So we're breaking in.

[Phoebe groans]

It's okay, Phoebe. I'm just going to check this.

[Phoebe groans]

Okay, that's all good.

[Phoebe continues groaning]

[Curtain slides]

[Groans]

Look at you, hogging the limelight.

[Phoebe sobs]

[Danny] You okay? What do you need, darling?

- I'll get you anything. - [Phoebe groans]

Hospital with working lifts.

[Phoebe cries out]

Phoebe? Hi. I'm Gita. I'm a midwife, okay?

Midwife? We need paediatrics and an obstetrician.

She's 35 weeks and has a clavicle fracture.

Obs is in an emergency caesar. It's twins.

Paeds will be here as soon as they can.

You've done this before?

Okay.

Now's your big chance.

- [Phoebe sobs] - [Gita] Okay.

Okay, honey, we're just gonna go in now, okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - [Gita] Here we go.

[Phoebe groans and sobs]

[Phoebe] Oh!

She's fully at plus-two. It's happening.

[Phoebe whispers] Ellie.

Ellie, Ellie, Ellie!

I can't do it, I can't do it.

I don't want... I don't want to do it.

I'm here. I'm here. It's okay. It's okay.

Okay. Yeah.

[Phoebe groans]

[Phoebe groans and wails]

[Door rattles]

The surf buggies run on diesel. There's diesel in here.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Jimmy] Why can't we just go to the servo?

The Parkway's flooded. Nearest one's on the other side.

Surely there's someone who's not a doctor

who could be doing this right now.

I wouldn't want to get Omar fired.

I don't want to get fired.

Hey, no one's getting fired. Just give us a hand.

They're all empty. We're going to fill them up.

How long's this gonna take?

Oh, this one's almost done.

[Gloria] Yeah, tape done.

[Nicola] Dr. Wall, Dr. Chun's here.

[Gloria] 35-year-old female impaled by a rebar

that went through the windscreen.

Um, how many more have we got coming from the MVA, Nic?

[Nicola] Three more, also critical.

What did the scan show?

The CT's down since the power cut.

- So we're going in blind? - Yes.

We're going to improvise, Dr. Chun.

Um, can someone get, uh, Omar to give us an update?

- How long have we got power? - Yeah, yeah, I'll check.

[Gloria] Okay, we're gonna have to get a move-on, team.

[Dr. Chun] Antibiotics going in.

[Phoebe groans loudly]

- [Phoebe breathes deeply] - [Gita] Okay, okay.

You're doing really well, Phoebe.

That's it, Phoebe. Just breathe, okay?

You can do this. You can do this.

- [Groans and cries] - You got this. You got this!

That's it, that's it, Phoebe.

[Phoebe screams]

She's coming. She's coming!

That's it. You're doing so well.

She's coming! She's coming!

Oh. Oh.

[Gasps]

Oh. Ohhh.

- Ohhh. - [Danny] Is the baby all right?

[Gita] I'm just gonna give her a quick check.

[Breathes deeply]

- [Baby cries] - [Tender music]

[Baby cries]

[Ellie] She's got lungs! [Laughs]

[Baby cries]

Oh, there you go.

Oh, it's okay, sweetie.

[Baby cries]

Oh, you are. [Laughs]

[Rain pours]

- Agh! I'll get this one. - Cool.

[Groans weakly]

Jimmy!

Hey, hey, hey, Jimmy.

You all right?

Jimmy?

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. - You sure?

Yeah. Come on.

[Curtis groans]

[Curtis groans]

[Exhales]

Okay, we got... we've gotta get moving.

[Tense music]

[Jimmy] I'll open this up.

[Engine starts]

- [Engine revs] - [Objects clatter]

Try going forward, huh?

You know what you're doing?

No, not really.

Do you?

Nuh.

Perfect.

[Ellie] Just one more big push for me.

[Phoebe groans]

That's it.

- Okay. - [Baby gurgles]

So well done, Phoebe.

Phoebe?

[Dramatic music]

[Phoebe groans]

[Ellie] Is that all of it?

- Is there a lobe missing? - Mm-hm.

Is something wrong?

There's a lobe missing.

- Ah, this is gonna hurt, Phoebe. - [Danny] What's happening?

I just need to make sure that we've got all the placenta out.

[Phoebe groans]

[Squelching]

Obstetrician - can we page Dr. Wall?

I just tried. They're all in surgery.

Anyone.

[Phoebe groans]

[Squelching]

Lower the bed.

- Okay. - What?

[Gita] We... we may have a problem.

It's okay. It's okay.

- [Bed whirrs] - [Gita] Trust me on this one.

[Heart monitor beeps]

[Abdomen squelches]

We need another cannula, saline, bloods. More oxytocin.

She's lost a lot of blood. Still bleeding.

We need to activate the MTP.

[Dramatic music]

[Keypad beeps]

Blood bank? Yeah, this is Mia from ED.

I need to activate an MTP for the patient in resus.

Yeah, she's hosing. Blood type is unknown.

Type and screen is still pending. Just PRBC four units.

[Nicola] Ellie, I'm here.

We need a general to prep for surgery now.

The placenta's not all out. She's haemorrhaging.

- Where's Dr. Wall? - I'll get her.

[Sighs]

Come on, Phoebe.

Come on. Come on.

[Rain pours]

Nicola, how long have we got?

They reckon about 20 minutes of power left.

- [Thunder crashes] - Oh, God!

Yeah, if this place is still standing.

[Tense music]

[Heart monitor beeps]

[Gloria] Who caught this?

[Kush] Baby doc.

[Ellie] MTP activated.

Placenta's not all out.

Blood loss estimated 1.5 litres.

How much have you given her?

[Ellie] She's had, uh, two units. Third's still running.

- Anaesthetised? - Yep.

- [Gloria] Stay. - How long do we have?

- Power? - [Kush] Yeah.

[Groans] Not long.

[Phone rings]

[Ellie] Uh, she's hypotensive.

Okay, get more Aramine, please.

[Phone receiver clacks]

Dr. Chun needs you back with the MVA victim.

Another haemorrhage.

[Gloria] I can't be in two places at once, can I?

[Grunts]

[Squelching]

And...

[Squelching]

[Grunts] Got it.

Right, take the tissue to pathology.

[Dramatic music]

What's wrong?

Um...

[Mechanical whirring slows]

[Curtis] Argh!

Oh, my nuts and bolts.

Omar, we have fuel. Why don't we get it over there?

- You got the lines? - Yeah, you can pass it over.

- I'll go load the other one. - Yeah, all right.

[Ellie] Dr. Wall, what is it?

[Gloria] The uterus is boggy.

We've given her the usual uterotonic.

Carboprost. Now, please.

Come on.

Come on, contract.

Come on. Come on.

[Steady beeping]

[Gloria] There we go. Muscles firming up.

BP?

Stabilising.

And bleeding has slowed.

[Ellie] It's working.

[Lights click]

Oh, thank God.

[Gloria] Um, Jet.

Can you tell Dr. Chun I just, um... I need a minute.

[Exhales]

[Gloria] Good work, team.

Well done.

[Ellie] That was unbelievable!

You saved that woman's life, baby doc.

Don't call me that. Actually, you know what?

I don't even care. I feel like I'm having a heart attack. Wait.

Oh, my God. Am I...

Am I having a heart attack?

No.

[Door opens]

[Exhales]

[Door thuds]

So what is it? Epilepsy?

Nope. [Clears throat]

Hypertension? Cardiomyopathy? Hyperglycemia?

It's nothing, all right?

It just happens sometimes when I'm stressed.

Well, might I suggest that we...

[Pager beeps]

[Phone receiver clatters]

Two escapees in one day. You'll get a reputation.

I told him he couldn't drive.

I...

[Man] Ah, excuse me!

Help!

A man's collapsed in the toilet

and he's not breathing.

[Jimmy] Excuse me.

[Phone ringtone plays]

[Footsteps approach]

- [Door thuds] - He's here.

[Jimmy] Mick?

He's cyanotic.

Someone get a defib.

- [Curtis] Trish, please? - [Trish] Ah, yep.

How long's that defib?

[Trish] Right, defib's here. Yep.

[Poignant music]

He was fine. He was supposed to go home.

No discharge on his file.

I hadn't got to it yet,

'cause of the diesel.

All right? But he was fine. He was supposed to go home.

Was there any reason not to discharge?

No.

Right, well...

...you're gonna have to tell the family.

[Pager beeps]

[Gloria] Sorry, I've gotta go.

[Poignant music continues]

[Jimmy knocks]

Hey. Um, I'm Jimmy.

I'm a doctor.

- Hi, Jimmy. - Hey.

Where's Mick?

Um...

Look, he, um...

What's going on?

Yeah, look, um...

Where's Mick?

Mick, he...

I'm really sorry, but we've got some bad news.

Mick had some complications with his heart

and we tried our very, very best,

but he's died.

No.

No!

- No! - I'm so sorry.

[Ginny sobs]

[Gasps]

[Ginny sobs]

- What happened? - His patient carked it.

[Ginny sobs]

[Door clicks]

[Ava] Whoa! What a day!

I could sleep for a week.

[Josh] Goddamn.

I need a... I need a drink and a wank.

- You can come in my car. - What?

I've got wine in my car.

- Oh, my God. - [Josh laughs]

[Door closes]

- [Yosef] Big day, huh? - [Lisa] Oh, yeah.

- Did you guys meet Mia? - Nah.

[Josh] Yeah, I think we can all agree that Curtis,

he can low-key get it, though, you know?

[Lisa] "He can low-key get it"?

Is Josh, um...

[Whispers] ..gay?

I really don't care.

[Ellie] You know, it was my first day back at a hospital

in six months

after I killed a patient.

What'd you say?

I killed a patient.

I wasn't gonna come back. I didn't think I could do it.

But I saved someone's life today.

[Lisa] Oh, Ellie.

Okay, let's go home.

[Josh] Yeah.

[Josh] Yeah, so obviously I got his number.

Hey, what do you have in the car?

- [Lisa] Chardonnay. - Chardonnay? Is that the grape?

[Lisa] I don't know! It's chardonnay!

Um, it'll be, uh, SAC 1. It has to go up the chain.

All we can do is wait for the autopsy.

There's no red flags on the treatment record.

Possibly a pulmonary embolism, genetic heart condition.

Likely GDA.

What?

"Gonna die anyway."

That's not funny.

Well, it's not supposed to be funny.

[Sniffs]

[Tense music builds]

Hey! Jimmy?

Jimmy!

Hey, hey, hey, look at me.

Well...

Hey...

- Yes? - [Laughs]

Stop. No. We said we'd...

Come on, we said last night we weren't gonna do this.

[Jimmy] Mm-hm.

[Gloria moans]

[Percussive music]

[Percussive music continues]