All language subtitles for All.Saints.S08E35 - Lifes Lottery.en

Alana Cato, 37.
Collapsed at a shopping mall.

Acute respiratory distress.

JACK: Okay. Into Resus.

Tachycardiac 124, resps 34,
BP 136/92. Sats are 89%.

She's had salbutamol 5mg
via nebuliser.

I'm assuming she's asthmatic?
Can you slide across to the bed?

No puffer or medications
in her possession.

Couldn't get confirmation
from her.

We think you're having
an asthma attack.

I'll listen to your chest.
(Alana mumbles)

Should I set up for
another neb of salbutamol?

Uh-huh, and set up for a 12-lead,
and somebody do an ABG.

Oh, and prepare an airway trolley.
Alright.

Alana, what I'm about to give you

is exactly what you had
in the ambulance, okay?

It'll help you
to breathe easier.

She's tachycardiac 120.
Sats are 88.

Alana, look at me. Concentrate
on your breathing, alright?

Slowly.
Go in and out, in and out.

In and out. Good.

I know it's frightening, Alana.
Just try to relax, okay?

I don't have asthma.

MACHINE BEEPS
Neb started?

Right. I need you to answer
some questions for me.

Don't speak.
Just nod or shake your head.

Now, are you
on any medication?

Mm-hm. And have you had attacks
like this recently?

Better if you keep
the mask on, Alana.

Okay, do you have
any drug allergies?

Are you allergic to
anything else? Peanuts? Shellfish?

Easy does it,
easy does it. It's okay.

She's tiring.
Rapid short breaths.

She's hypoxic. Alana!
Open your eyes.

Sats are 90.

Somebody do that ABG now.
CATE: I'll do it.

We need a chest X-ray.
Alana, open your eyes.

Good morning.

That's a nice outfit.

Yeah, I like to blend
with the crowd.

Mission accomplished.

I love seeing people exercise.
It makes me feel alive.

Better get going.

Well, plenty of time
before kick-off.

Join me for breakfast?

That's tempting,

but I really need to take a shower
before I'm fit for polite company.

Well, I don't need
to be polite.

They're good...

Thanks anyway.

So I'll see you at
my presentation this morning?

Actually, I thought I might go
to the orthopaedic lecture instead.

Yeah, good thought.

Bone-cracking and plaster techniques.
Very sexy.

CATE: Alana, is there anyone
I can contact for you?

(softly) Yeah.

In here?

Greg Cato?
He's my husband.

Okay. I'll be right back.

Thanks.

So, what was it? What happened?

Well, it appears you've had
a severe asthma attack.

You even stopped breathing
for a little while.

I told you before,
I'm not asthmatic.

Vitals are improving.
Heart rate's 92. Sats are 97%.

Right.
Are you a smoker?

No.
Never?

We'll need some spirometry done
and an urgent set of blood gases,

and I'll need
to contact your GP.

See, the funny thing is,

nobody starts having episodes
of acute asthma in adulthood

without good reason.

I'm looking for
a trigger,

something you normally wouldn't
come in contract with.

Let's go over this morning.
You went for a walk?

Power walk.
I go every morning.

Stopped for a coffee on my way home,
just like I always do.

I'm just going to take
some blood, Alana.

I need you to stay
really still for me.

I've contacted your husband,
Alana, he's coming in.

Ow!
It's almost done.

When exactly did you start
having trouble breathing?

I was walking along.
My chest started feeling tight.

Tight? How?

Like I was having
a heart attack or something.

It kept getting worse,
even after I sat down.

Right.

She's going to need 100mg
of IV hydrocortisone

and continuous sats
while she's on oxygen.

Is that necessary?
I'm feeling much better.

Yes, it is necessary.
(sighs)

I've got a thousand things to do.
I have a life, you know.

Okay.

Well, we do need to find out
what's caused this, though, okay?

I put an 'Urgent' sticker
on the pathology request.

We should have the results
in 15 minutes.

Thanks.
What do you reckon's going on?

It's hard to say.

No history of respiratory illness.

I don't even think
she's been in hospital before.

It's possible she was admitted
as a kid and can't remember.

Yeah, maybe.

Alright, I'll check the
medical records. See what I find.

No, no, no. Alana Cato. C-a-t-o.

Yep, okay. Thank you.

You want something?

This Nurse Practitioner stuff
you've been babbling about.

What about it?
Might not be such a bad idea.

Excuse me?

Either that or it's a lousy idea
and you've worn me down.

Do paperwork.
I'll tick the relevant boxes.

What changed your mind?
I'm a reasonable man.

What was that all about?

Frank being reasonable.

Hey, has Kerry said anything
to you about anything?

Yes. We've decided
I'll cook dinner.

Sorry.

Casserole?

If you mean you two moving
to the Northern Territory,

she mentioned it.

Have you said
anything to Frank?

Sorry.

It's just he has announced

that he will sign off on
my Nurse Practitioner accreditation.

That's a good thing.
You've wanted that for years.

Yeah, it's great,
but, you know...

Timing?

Yeah, as if things aren't
complicated enough right now.

Big decision.

I know.

JESS: Okay, let me
take a look at that.

So Richie here swings a punch, but
he's still got his glass in his hand.

Smashes it into the wall - bam!

Vodka and blood everywhere!

You should've
warned me, Phil.

Richie, are you
in much pain?

No. I am
a bit thirsty, though.

Okay. Let's have
a look at that.

Whoa, not until
the wedding night!

Don't be a dropkick.
Let her have a look.

Phil!

I was going
to be a doctor once,

but my girlfriend -
she wouldn't play nurse.

(chuckles)

Apologies for my mate.

Richie's kind of
under-reconstructed.

Whereas me,
I'm a feminist.

Feminist?

Rebuilt, recycled,
and ready to dance...

Come on, Phil.
Show her how it's done!

Here we go.
Okay. Oh, Von.

Thank you.

This is Richard Weller, 22.

He has a laceration
to the right hand.

Not sure how bad
because he won't let me see it.

A little bit merry.

It probably needs surgery,
at least.

It's just a scratch.

Ooh, you better come with me.

Where are we going?

We're going to see
a nice doctor. Come on.

No, no, no, no. Sorry. Walking
wounded only in the Consult Room.

You'll have to wait
out there.

I'm wounded -
Jessica won't go out with me.

Oh, dear.

I'll come and get you
when I know what's happening.

CLANG!
Oi!

Okay. Come on, Phil.
Come through.

Put that away,
and I'll pretend I didn't see it.

St Angela's Private.
It was a while ago, though.

Right. Nothing respiratory?

Nope. Suspected ovarian cyst.
Investigative laparoscopy.

Keep checking. If she didn't
mention that, there might be others.

I was trying to tell her.
I'm, like, bleeding to death here.

Okay, quiet!
It's hanging on by a thread.

I'd be stuffed if I lost my hand.
How'd I pick my beer up?

What's this, the drunk tank?
We're going to a consult room.

Make sure you do,
and lock the door.

I mean, a man's gotta
be ambi... amphidoxtrous

when it comes to his
drinking hands, doesn't he?

Certainly.

Would you call Vincent, please?
Sure.

Who put that there? I love you.

Sooner rather than later?
Could you?

What do you reckon, Von?

How long would
it take a bloke

to learn to use his feet
to hold a glass?

What's that thing saying?

That you're doing much better
than you were a little while ago.

I could've told you that.

Alana, why did you tell us
you hadn't been in hospital before?

Because I haven't.

St Angela's for a laparoscopy.

That was years ago.
It didn't seem relevant.

I mean, I wasn't even sick,
for God's sake.

It was nothing more
than a test, really.

Honestly, this is such
a fuss over nothing.

Well, it might feel
like that now,

but it didn't at the time,
when you couldn't breathe.

Not at the time, no.

We take asthma
really seriously around here,

we need to find out
what's caused it.

You're the bloody doctor.
Why can't you work it out?

How hard can it be?

You're not making it easy
by hiding things.

You think a laparoscopy six years ago
caused an asthma attack today?

No, I don't, but...

Well, then this must be some
kind of freak one-off thing, right?

Look, I'm busy.

In fact, that's probably it -
doing too much. I'm over-tired.

I just need a couple
of days off. That's all.

Are there any problems in your life,
unusual stresses?

No, my life is great.

Alana, your husband's here.

Sorry I took so long.
What's going on?

Oh, nothing to worry about.

I just got a bit breathless,
that's all.

Just relax, love.
I'm here now.

SPENCE: Good to see a few of you
back from yesterday.

I applaud your stamina.
Suckers for punishment, huh?

Now, neonatal resuscitation skills -

vital for anyone involved in

the business of delivering
little human beings.

The transition from foetus to newborn
only requires such intervention -

any idea how often?

10%.

Only 10% of the time, correct.
Give that man a jellybean.

Which means we get rusty.

We have to brush up on techniques,

especially when these techniques
are constantly being refined.

Isn't that right, Dr Johnson?
That's why we're here.

Exactly.

But before we look at
the more recent refinements,

the first essential here is... what?

Unusually shy and retiring group.

Dr Beaumont.

Shy and retiring,
or bold and forthcoming?

This has got something
to do with diagnosis, right?

Rapid diagnosis of any delay

in the transition from intra-
to extra-uterine physiology.

Your mental acuity

is testimony to the benefits
of early morning jogging.

Yes.

Rapid identification of a problem,
coupled with state-of-the-art skills,

can decrease the instance
of neonatal death substantially.

Bonus points for anyone who can make
one of these by day's end.

Somebody grab the lights...

..and turn your mobiles off.

David Begg, 34.

Traumatic amputation
of right hand with a machete.

Straight through
to Resus. Hughes!

Amputation just proximal
to right wrist.

Hand bagged on ice for transport.
BP 120. Heart rate 128. Sats 98.

Estimated blood loss?

1,500ml.

Tourniquet applied
12 minutes ago.

10ml morphine IV and three units
of 0-neg, thanks, Jess.

Take it easy, mate.
Bitch cut off my hand!

Hey, stop him!
Curtis! Curtis, stop him!

VINCENT: I got it.
Trauma combine.

Come on, come on.
Get the tourniquet back on.

For God's sake!
I've got it.

He's unconscious.
Open your eyes!

What the hell's wrong with you?

David?

Tell me what
that was about?

You're trying to convince me
you're a supernurse,

and you start bumbling around
like a bloody virgin

while the patient's
bleeding to death.

The patient's
on his way up now.

Cheers.

Uh, I am sorry
about that.

That was a bad time
to go missing, you know?

Yeah, I know.

(clears throat)
Ah, yes.

Nurse McMasters,
you paged me?

Yes. You're very prompt,
Dr Hughes.

Well, sometimes.
It just depends who's calling.

Nice. I must
be very important.

It only took you
2.5 hours.

Alright. Where's the patient?

In with Von.
There's a hand lac to review.

Are you free for lunch?
Depends on who's asking.

Oh!
(chuckles)

What was her name?
Was it Janet?

Janice.

Janice!
Mammoth Janice!

She was big.

How did you
get in here?

Apparently vodka
makes him invisible.

(dryly) If only.

Don't throw me out.
My mate's a big girl's blouse.

He needs me
to hold his hand.

Shush. Go and sit down
and keep the noise down.

You won't even know
I'm here.

Joking, aren't you?
I gotta hold your hand.

Serious?

Alright. Tell me
how you did this?

It's a long story. Buggered if I
can remember what it was, though.

Okay. Wiggle your fingers
for me?

Alright.
Can you look that way?

Feel me touching your fingertips?
Ooh. Yep.

Look, that all seems
to be pretty fine.

I don't reckon
you've done any major damage.

Sure? I need my hands
for work, mate.

I know what
you need them for.

(chuckles)

I think it's fine, Von.

Reckon he needs
a couple of sutures.

I think he's pretty well
anaesthetised as it is.

That's funny - 'anaesthetised'.
(stutters) An-anaesthetised.

An-anaesth...

He'll just need a tet tox and an
Outpatients appointment for him.

Write him up
for antibiotics.

Watch out below! (Farts loudly)
Oh, that's wrong, mate.

That's my cue to leave.

Sorry.
Say you're sorry.

Sorry.

Putrid. Oh! Now, let's get you
ready for stitches.

Sorry, Von.

That's the vindaloo talking.

You should've
been there, Von.

Babes to die for.

Don't know how many blues broke out.
Oh, heaps.

Total carnage.

Guess I should've taken Richie home
before he got into trouble,

but you know how it is
when you're having that much fun.

Just don't want it to stop.
No.

Never.
It's like - I don't know, magic.

Oh, no, no. That's it,
that's it, that's it. No!

Don't you touch a thing.
Get out. Get out.

You're no fun at all,
you know that?

I'm not pissed enough.
Now get out.

Go!

Go!

Right. Now let's get you done
and get rid of you.

This is ridiculous. I can walk.
There's nothing wrong with my legs.

It's part of the service.
Let them help you, love.

JACK: Thanks, mate.

Mr Cato, she'll be back soon.
Don't worry.

I still don't understand
what happened to her.

Well, when your wife
was brought in this morning,

she could hardly breathe,

and we need
to figure that out.

It doesn't make sense.

She's never had asthma -
not in the time I've known her.

How long's that been?
10 years. Been married for six.

What about her health?
How's that been?

That's really good.
She looks after herself.

She exercises, she eats well.

She's going to be alright,
isn't she?

Lady in her late-30s

presents with what looks like
a classic case of severe asthma,

but she isn't asthmatic,
has no known allergies,

and her husband says
she's in perfect health.

Okay. She's not an asthmatic.
You've done a drugs screen?

Uh-huh.
Nothing there.

Did she do anything out of the
ordinary when the attack occurred?

No.

What about her family situation?
Work stress?

I thought there
might be home problems,

but they seemed
pretty tight.

So you're missing
something, Jack.

Uh... distress would have been
a factor after the attack started.

Always is. What else?

Something environmental.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

That means others
might be affected too.

Bingo.

Jack, I've called other EDs
in the area where Alana was found,

see if they've had
any unexplained asthma attacks.

I thought something toxic

might be floating around
the coffee shop or shopping centre.

And?
Nothing.

You're obviously
still missing something.

So go back to the beginning, check
everything, and keep me posted.

(Von dryly) Oh, charming.

I'm so sorry.

You suck, man.
I thought I could make it outside.

I'll get a cleaner.
My mess. I'll take care of it.

No, no, no, Phil, it's fine.
I'll get a cleaner.

It's fine.

Vincent wanted you to have
this Outpatients appointment...

Pub's open, mate.

Nah.
No, I need to sleep.

Plenty of time to sleep
when you're dead.

Hair of the dog's
what we need.

No.

No, no. You are going to catch a cab
and you will go straight home.

I will, I promise.

Hey, um...

..for looking after us.

Cheers.

Oh, thank you.

That's alright. How about you, mate?
You wanna get in on that?

I don't think so.
Alright. Your loss.

Come on, Rich.

How are we going here?
Um... all set to go.

Decided to pike out of
sexy orthopaedics, did you?

You've heard one bone crunch,
you've heard them all.

Okay.

Universal precautions.

Maintain sterility of equipment,
a new ET tube for each attempt.

If the infant's
been fed recently,

aspirate stomach contents
prior to the procedure.

Off you go, then.

Okay.

Placing the infant's head
in the 'sniffing' position like so.

Hmm. No, like so.

A common error
in infant ET intubation

is over-extension
of the upper airway.

Other than that,
almost perfect, Dr Beaumont.

So where to from here?

Visualise the vocal cords.

I'll leave you to it.

ALANA: I really don't wanna
talk about it.

I know,
maybe we should.

Maybe we're under too much pressure.
Rubbish.

I mean it. We should start thinking
about what's really important.

Now, your X-rays are clear.

Your blood tests and spirometry
don't really reveal a lot either.

Well, that's good news, then.
I can go home.

No. We need to get
to the bottom of it.

I've read that stress
can cause asthma. Is that right?

Anxiety can certainly
exacerbate things.

It's highly unlikely
it's caused it.

Well, I'd be feeling
a lot calmer at home.

Well, it's not as simple
as that, Mrs Cato.

We need to keep you here
under observation.

Well, that's not possible.

The respiratory team
are on their way for a consult.

You're not listening to me.
I'm not staying.

You should
listen to him, love.

I hate hospitals. I want
to be in my bed, in my house.

Alana, we don't know
what has caused this attack.

We don't know if it's going
to happen again.

Now, another attack
could be fatal.

I need you to understand

that if you didn't get help
as quickly as you did,

it could have killed you.

Alright?

Now, what I'll do is organise
a bed for the night...

No. I'm going home.

So, tonight.

Yeah, tonight.
What are your thoughts?

I was wondering
what you're doing.

It's funny you ask.
I was thinking of taking you out.

Oh, really?
Yeah.

Well, I've got a party
to go to.

A party?
You can always go to a party!

Yeah, I know, but...
I have to go to this one.

It's Stuart's farewell,
Vincent,

and I've got to go
and show my face at least.

Why don't you come?

No. No, no, look,
that's not really my thing.

Not even for one drink?
No, I'm sorry. I just...

Come on.

Would it hurt to stay
in hospital overnight?

I can't stay,
you know that.

I'm beginning to wonder
if it's worth it.

It's what we want!
This is getting ridiculous!

You can't see the forest
for the trees! You're obsessed.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that.

I'm not... obsessed.
I'm...

Alana?

Help!

She was admitted earlier
with respiratory distress.

Cate, get a wheelchair.
Help!

Alright.

What's her name?
Alana.

Just try and take
nice, steady breaths for me.

What's happening?

Good girl.
Please, don't let her die.

Good air entry.

You can see why
I wanted you to stay.

I think she gets that, Jack.
Atrovent, 500mics in.

100mg hydrocortisone IV.
Where's Greg?

I just need you
to keep the nebuliser on, Alana.

We'll get him as soon
as you're stabilised, okay?

You right here, Jack?
Yeah. Thanks, Vincent.

What have we got?

Alana Cato's had
another asthma attack.

Why do they
need a surgeon?

They don't.
She had it outside.

What was she doing outside?

I don't know.
I'm not her doctor.

Alana and her husband were having
a barney when she had the attack.

What was the diagnosis
for Alana Cato?

Asthma. Unknown aetiology.

If you didn't know what caused it,
why did you discharge her?

I didn't discharge her, Frank.

They tell me she collapsed
in the grounds.

She signed herself out.

Before you ask, yes,

I made it very clear what
could happen if she left.

Vincent said she and her husband
were bluing. What's that about?

I don't know. I'm about to find out.
Good.

Look, whatever allergen
is causing these attacks

is still in her system, and
it's likely triggered by anxiety.

What are you saying,
I caused this?

Not you as such,
but the stress of the argument.

That's probably the trigger

that activated whatever
it is her body's reacting to.

Uh... have you guys
been fighting a lot recently?

Alana's been getting more and more
wound up over the last few months.

I've noticed. She hasn't.

She wouldn't even think about
counselling or support groups.

That's it.
Time to call it quits.

I'm sorry to hear that.
What hope have I got?

Her parents keep saying, "Stick
with it. Next one could be it."

Sorry, I'm not quite
with you, Mr Cato.

I'm just a sperm manufacturer,
really, aren't I?

You and your wife
are on the IVF program?

What did you think
I was talking about?

DAN: Hold it as long as you can.

Alana, this is Dr Campion.
He's in charge of the ED.

Dr Quade tells me
you're on the IVF program.

How many cycles have you done?

This is the fourth.
Maybe the last.

O'ocyte retrieval's
in a few days time,

and it looks like we've got
three viable eggs, which is good,

because we've only
ever had two before.

Okay.

Why didn't you mention this
when I asked if you took any drugs?

Because I'm not.
Hormones aren't drugs.

They're naturally occurring
substances.

Anything artificially introduced
into your body is a drug.

I think you're splitting hairs.

Anyway, I've been taking them for
nearly a year now without a problem.

Doesn't mean we can discount them.

Actually, I don't think
this is any of your business.

Interesting you should say that,

because withholding this information
from us nearly cost you your life.

Oh, right. No, thanks for that.
I'll get back to you.

Just as I thought.

He increased her FSH levels
on her last cycle.

Doh! I would never have got that.

Reactions to FSH are not common,
but they do happen.

What is FSH?

Follicle stimulating hormone,
my lad.

So Alana's reacting badly
to the hormones she's been given?

Yep, and the asthma attacks
have been triggered

by the strain
of repeated cycles.

Are the cycles that stressful?
(scoffs) Oh, come on!

You can go through
worse things medically

than trying
to get pregnant.

I wouldn't underestimate
the emotional stress, Dan.

Not to mention the effect
of sky-high hormone levels,

daily bloods,

o'ocyte retrieval
under general anaesthetic.

How would you like someone
fiddling around with your insides

for months on end?

Why'd you put yourself
through it daily?

Goldman, you occasionally
present as a bright kid.

This is not
one of those occasions.

What?

She wants a baby.

I understand that.
I'm not a complete idiot.

Jack, what are the odds
of her getting pregnant?

It's about an 80% chance
that the pregnancy won't occur.

And even if she does, there's
a high risk of spontaneous abortion.

That's not the point.

You don't know what they're thinking,
how much they want this.

That's exactly the point.

Alana Cato's in there because the
stress of this almost killed her.

Have you seen her husband?
He's more stressed than she is.

In nine months, when they
maybe have a baby in their arms,

do you think they'll
be worried about it?

Probably not.
Exactly.

You heard what Jack said.
I wouldn't put my partner through it.

Easy for you to say.
You don't have a partner.

Nice.

That's enough.

You're young and single.

The issue of having kids
hasn't come up for you yet.

We're in no position
to judge them, okay?

I think that is enough.

(softly) Maybe they
should be asking themselves

if this is still
about having a child,

or if it's turned into some bizarre
challenge they don't want to fail.

Oh, God. You know, Frank's right.

You can say some really
stupid things sometimes.

Speaking of hormones...
Just shut up, Dan.

What?

Thank you, sir.
Any time.

Don't forget the freebies.

If this is meant to impress
the teacher, mission accomplished.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Have you got an interest
in paediatrics?

I'm interested in a lot of things.
What got you into paediatrics?

The hugs.

A little boy called Oliver.
Five years old. Ewing's sarcoma.

I looked after him
for three months.

No matter how bad it got,
how much pain he was in,

he never stopped smiling.

You did the slightest thing for him

and he'd be straight...
round your neck for a hug.

Never knew
when he was beaten.

Would you have dinner with me?
Just dinner, one night.

We can pretend we're not
two sad bastards wedded to our work.

Look, Spence,
the thing is... um, I'm...

Not interested.

Hey, it's cool.
I won't hassle you.

Dinner would be great.

Good.

It was the "two sad bastards" bit
that got you?

(laughs) Yep.

We will need to do some tests,

but if we do find that you have a
sensitivity to the hormone treatment

it's likely
you'll need to discontinue it.

This is ridiculous.

Some people have asthma
their whole lives.

And they die from it.

I won't have the tests.
This is not an option.

We need to make sure
you're okay.

No, we don't,
because it's nearly over.

I will get pregnant this cycle
or the next one.

It's just a matter of time.

I don't think
I'm making myself clear.

If you are allergic to FSH,
no clinic's going to give it to you.

But if I'm prepared
to take that risk...

You can't.

Your gynaecologist
won't let you.

Well, then I will find one that
will, one who understands. A woman.

A female doctor will
say the same thing.

I am not giving up.
I just won't.

You don't know what it's like...

..to want to have a baby so much.

And it hurts.

You can't even come close
to understanding.

Hey, mate. You alright?

Leave me alone.
I need to think.

Has something happened
with your wife?

Has she had another
asthma attack?

What is it?
What's going on?

That's the million-dollar
question, isn't it.

What the hell's going on?

Mate, you look like
you're about to explode...

Mate, are you married?
No, I'm not.

Then you wouldn't understand.

Mate, I'm not the enemy here.

If there's a problem between you
and your wife we should know about...

We're trying to have a baby.
Okay, and...?

And that's it. And nothing,
nothing else matters.

She wants me to make a choice
between her health and our marriage

and the possibility that, maybe,
somewhere down the track,

we'll have a kid
to show for it.

Would you play
with those odds?

No.

But I guess it isn't always
about what we want, is it?

FRANK: What have you got?

Phil Rigg, 21.

Pedestrian versus car. Went
into asystole 10 minutes ago.

Into Resus.
CPR commenced.

Contusion to right side of head.
Probable fracture left tib and fib.

Bleeding from mouth, nose and ear.

Alright. When you're ready.
On three. One, two, three.

That's Phil - Richie's mate.
What happened?

Jess, get Hughes.

Walked straight out of a pub
into a car - bounced off the bonnet.

VON: Frank?

Von, I'll need another bag of gel.
Adrenaline 1mg.

He was in here earlier.
Had a mate with a lacerated hand.

Hughes, we need another line in.

What the hell happened?
Ran into a car.

What about his mate?
Did he get hit?

No idea. Said he was going
straight home.

That's what an 18-hour bender
will do to you.

He won't be doing that again
in a hurry. If ever.

VINCENT: Check for pulse.

VF. No output.

Charging to 200.

Clear.

Fine VF.
VON: Giving adrenaline, 1ml.

Charging to 200 again.

Clear.
RICHIE: I wanna see my mate!

JESS: I know it's hard,
there's nothing you can do.

Do you need me?
No. Go.

FRANK: Fine VF.

What's going on? Is he alright?
No, no.

Come on, mate. Come with me.
Easy. Just calm down.

The ambos said
he wasn't breathing.

I'd had enough, you know?
I just wanted to go home.

Phil went outside
to hail a cab and...

Listen, Richie.
Does he have any family?

Uh... yeah.

His mum.

Is he going to die?

He's critically injured.

They're doing everything
they can for him.

Where's Greg?

Okay.

Well, we've got the results back
from the tests.

And unfortunately
it is what we expected.

That's that, then.

Look, I've got a lot of time
for the IVF program,

and it has changed
a lot of people's lives...

But not mine, apparently.

You do realise
there's natural cycle therapy?

That's IVF without the FSH.

Yeah, we looked into that.

And GIFT.

They said it wouldn't work for us.
This was my only option.

I waited too long. I got caught up
in career and travel.

By the time we wanted a baby...

You just assume
it will happen, right?

It's so hard.

I see my future
as Greg and me...

..and our children.

I mean, that's what
family is, right?

You know what? Family is -
it's what you make it.

And you know what?

They're doing
a whole bunch of research

into the technology of stem cells
with regard to IVF.

Yeah, by the time
that's available,

I'll be old enough
to be a grandmother.

That's not true.

I think it might be a...

..an option worth discussing
with your gynaecologist, though.

I'm going to get Greg
for you, okay?

You were right.

You told us
to go home and sleep it off.

I shouldn't have
talked him into it.

I didn't think.
I just... I didn't think.

No, it was his choice.

He's responsible
for his own actions.

You are responsible
for yours.

Stop compression.

Nil output.

Asystole.

Resume compressions.

How long's he been down?

52 minutes.

Stop, Cate.

He's had enough.

Time of death - 15:07.

Maybe Dr Quade's right.

You put so much pressure
on yourself, Alana.

Remember the role
stress played in all of this?

It's good you're back.
Come here.

Dr Quade was in before, and he
reminded me of all the alternatives.

I realised just
how blinkered I'd become.

Don't do this.
We've explored the alternatives.

I'd forgotten about
natural cycles.

But they said
that wouldn't work for us.

No, they said success
was highly unlikely,

which is not the same thing
as "wouldn't work".

No.
We've gotta try.

No. We need a break.

Maybe after a few months
of doing the things we enjoy doing.

We don't need a break.
I do!

I really do.

We haven't got time for a break.
I'm not getting any younger.

If this is going to happen,
it has to happen soon.

This is for both of us.
It's what we both want.

We've come too far
to give up now.

Come on.
We have to keep trying.

Jack, Alana was talking about
an IVF natural cycle?

Yeah, right.

That's where they harvest whatever
eggs the woman produces naturally,

so no hormone shots.

What are the chances of success
on that program?

For her? About the same
as winning the lottery.

Might be an idea
to let her know that.

She's steamrolled her husband
into trying it.

They know.
It might work.

You just said it's like
winning the lottery.

People win the lottery every week.
I'm gonna buy you a beer.

What?
You've done good work.

Hey, Curtis. Where's my paperwork?
Nurse Practitioner accreditation.

Have you forgotten?

No, Frank, I haven't.
Good.

ED's getting a Nurse Practitioner?
Oh, yeah.

At last, when I'm going
on my surgical rotation...

..we get a Nurse Practitioner.

Oh, yes. Your surgical rotation.
Next week, isn't it?

Well, that calls for two beers.
Yours is the first shout.

I don't want to go
to the Northern Territory.

Okay.

But if you need me,
then I'll be there with you.

I'm sorry if that makes
your decision harder.

I know how much
being with Kahlia means to you...

It's not that.

You've changed your mind
about me coming with you?

No.

God no.

I've just changed my mind
about going at all.

Kahlia's happy where she is,

and that's all I've ever wanted.

And I'm happy here, which
is probably more than I deserve.

So...

..if it is alright with you,
I think the decision is made.

Hi, Cate.

Oh, not you two.

Hi.
I know, I know.

Spent so much time in All Saints
today, it's like we work there.

What happened to that guy
who lost his hand?

You must've done a good job. They're
hopeful he'll get full use back.

Woo-hoo! Yay us!

Alright. No shop talk.
Love your timing.

Cheers.

Hey.

I'll swap you.
Cheers.

I didn't think
this was your thing.

Well, you know. I decided there
was some attraction here for me.

I'm glad you came.

You did say one drink?
And one dance.

Hey.

Hey, Dan, if this music
was any quieter, it would be off.

Sure. Right.

Hang on. I don't dance.
Well, you do now. Come on.

Hey.
Hey.

So... Are you sure
about going away?

Yeah, I am.

DAN: Hey, Jess. Let's dance?

So, Somalia?

I got a few weeks off,
and then, yeah, Somalia.

So you're kind of like
a doctor without borders.

I'm a doctor without
a lot of things.

This is, um...
this is my room.

Yeah, I guessed that.

Thank you for dinner.
It was great.

The food...

The food was, um, fantastic.

I barely noticed.

Well, I guess
this is goodbye.

I guess it is.

I'll send you
a postcard.

That'd be really nice.