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Oh, God.

How did you sleep?
Amy!

You didn't say you lived with Frank.

What's going on in there?

(MAN SCREAMS IN AGONY)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

MAN: You know, Bree, baby.
Hey!

If you were a tear in my eye, I
wouldn't cry for fear of losing you.

What's he on?
Oh, don't fight it.

Not alcohol.

Whatever it is, he's not high,
he's heading for the moon.

Oh, come on. You know
we're meant to be together.

So you keep saying. His name's
Roger the Dodger, apparently.

That's all I could get out of him.

Hey!
Whoa!

Get bloody warning lights
or use another corridor.

Sorry, Frank. Thought it was
our right of way.

In your dreams, Vlasek.
Hey, where are you heading?

Cave-in. One man trapped, maybe more.
No idea of state of play, Frank.

We'll let you know.

Cowboys.

What's our travel time?

Going by the coordinates,
an hour or so.

We have to go off-road
so it might be a bumpy ride.

Hey, give us a look.

Hey!
(SLAMS DOOR)

I do all the driving
around here, buddy.

Who made you boss, cocky?

Them's the rules.
Better get used to it.

(STARTS ENGINE)

I hate sitting in the back seat.

Roger, sit still for us.

I am...I'm fine.
I've never ever felt better.

Your pupils are huge.
What have you taken?

All the better to see you with,
my sweetheart.

(LAUGHS)
GABRIELLE: What happened?

Skateboard. He said he felt
a popping sensation.

But I don't think
he's feeling much pain.

Roger, sit still!

Yes, ma'am.

Got some swelling evident and mild
bruising but good circ return.

He also refused analgesia.

If you offer me something else,
I might take it.

(LAUGHS)

You're not gonna get anything out
until he comes down so have fun.

Huh.

Look straight at me.

Anytime you like,
you gorgeous creature, you.

Roger, it's possible that you've
ruptured your Achilles tendon.

So you're gonna have to
let us examine you.

Pupils are dilated
but reactive to light.

Yes, I can see the light. (LAUGHS)

Alright, I'm gonna have a look
at that ankle.

Stop yelling.
Why is everybody yelling?

No, no, no. No, no. Wait.
I want someone who's gentle.

How about you, sweetheart?

I'll see what Rescue have got to
say. Will you speak to that guy?

He probably called it in.
Yeah.

Hold up, boys.

You ain't going anywhere
near that cave without these.

Comprende?

G'day, mate. I'm Steve Taylor.
I'm with the Medical Response Unit.

You the bloke that called this in?
Yeah.

You said there was someone
trapped in there, right?

Yeah.

Do you know how many people
are inside?

No.

But there is someone in there, yeah?

Yeah, that's what I reckon.

OK, but you're not sure?

I never heard
anything like that before.

And it wasn't an animal.

And if it wasn't a human, then
it must be some kind of banshee.

And that car isn't mine.

Right.

What have we got?
Nothing. It's clean, locked up.

There's nothing there to indicate
how many people were here.

How did you go?
Oh, it could have been a banshee.

What?

Nothing.

What's the story?

Any sign of life?
Not since they got here.

They're just going by
that guy's word.

Is he still here?
He's done a bunk.

Hope he's not having us on.

Well, he said that car wasn't his.

It must belong to someone.
Yeah, right.

They managed to clear a small
passage. The rest is up to us.

If we push our gear in ahead of us,
should be alright, yeah.

Hold that thought.

I go first, yeah?

Jimmy, chuck us that rope.

Them's the rules.
Better get used to it.

MIKE: (ON RADIO) How's it going, Jo?

It's a bit of a squeeze.

(ON RADIO) Hope you're
not claustrophobic.

Any chance we can fit through?

It'll be tight.

It's pretty unstable. But I
think it'll hold if I'm careful.

Just hope there aren't any bats
in here.

I don't know how far
the collapse goes in.

Jo, are you OK?

(COUGHS)

MIKE: (ON RADIO) Speak to us, Jo.

Yes, still here.

I'm through.

Got him. Male, late 40s, head lac.

You still with us?

MIKE: (ON RADIO) How's he going?
There's a pulse.

It's thready, but it's there.

We're coming through.

(ON RADIO) Yeah, maybe
just one of you, though.

It's a bit unstable down here.

I'll flip you for it, mate.
Too late. I win.

Come on. Open your eyes for me.

(GROANS)

You got a minute?
Make it quick.

We might have a problem.

Name's Mae Mooney.
Next-door neighbour brought her in.

Saw she hasn't cleared
her letterbox,

broke in and found her on the floor.

So what's the problem?

Haven't gotten much out of her
apart from she wants to go home.

Neuro obs?
That's the other problem.

She doesn't want me to triage her.

(SIGHS)

Hello, Mae. I'm Frank Campion.

Now, I believe you've had
a bit of a fall.

Oh, I don't remember.
But I feel a bit sore.

Do you know how long
you were lying there?

Mm-mm. I couldn't get up. I tried.

I wet myself
and I've never done that before.

Oh, that's alright. We'll get you
a gown and a change of clothes.

Oh, thank you,
but I need to get home.

My animals would...

Why don't we find you a bed,
just for a few hours

till we can discover
why you collapsed?

I'm sure your animals will
be alright for an hour or two.

They're not supposed to be
in the flat at all.

The landlord will kick me out.

Well, we'll be as quick as we can.

You get Mae a bed,
do full bloods, BSL

and run some Hartmann's, will you?

Yep. I'll get a warm blanket too.
Yep.

He's lost consciousness again.

How are his obs?
BP's low.

Depressed respiratory rate.

Pupils are equal
but sluggish reaction.

(SIGHS) Hardly the sort of clothing
you'd wear to go caving, is it?

Mmm.

Maybe it was a
spur-of-the-moment thing.

Great place for a picnic.

Wine bottle. He's been drinking.

(SNIFFS, EXHALES SHARPLY)
You find any ID on him?

Just car keys and
a couple of bucks worth of coins.

Maybe he's on the run from something.

No ID, hidden car, hiding out
in a cave with food supplies.

You go figure.

Well, there's no abdo bruising.

Doesn't mean to say that
he doesn't have internal injuries.

Let's get our mystery man
outta here, shall we?

Results show no indication
of a stroke.

That's good news!

So I can go home?

We'd like you to wait
for the blood results to return.

I'm sure they'll be alright.

When was the last time
you saw your doctor?

About four years ago.

What, and you haven't even
had a cold since then?

I had to move from my last place

and I haven't had a chance
to find a new doctor.

That might be a bit hard
on Mae's arm.

Let's do it the old-fashioned way,
shall we?

Those horrible machines
pump up the cuff too tightly.

Skin turgor's not good.

No, it isn't. You're very dehydrated,
Mrs Mooney.

That could be as a result of lying
on the floor for a few days.

Can we get that
Hartmann's hung, please?

Well, your blood pressure is low,
but we can fix that.

Now, tell me, young Mae,
how many animals have you got?

Two cats and a dog.

A Jack Russell cross.
They're almost as old as I am.

(LAUGHS) Begorrah!

I bet with a handle like yours,
they've got Irish names too.

(LAUGHS) You're so right.
Shannon, Kelly and Finn.

Anything else
you need me to do, boss?

No, I'll be looking after Mae
from now on.

If it's not too much trouble,

do you think I could have a biscuit
or something, please?

Can we find her a sandwich
and a cuppa?

No problem.

And I'll see what I can rustle up!

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Steady, steady. How are you
going back there?

Yeah, fine.

(GRUNTS)

Whoa! Hold it right there!
Something's falling!

Hey! Take it easy.

(COUGHS, PANTS)

Mike, you alright?
Yeah.

Yeah, he's alright. (PANTS)

OK, let's see if
we can get him moving again.

And again.
(GRUNTS)

You want to work bankers' hours,
you're working in the wrong place.

Won't happen again, Frank.
You can help Amy.

Achilles tendon rupture.

Will you please stop
waving your arms?

It tickles!

Homer will give you a hand.

Well, I hope you have more luck
than I've been having.

I managed to get the splint off
and that's about it.

Can you roll over
on your stomach, please,

with your feet hanging over
the end of the bed?

Why should I do that for you?

Because I need to assess
your injuries.

Oh, don't worry. He's very good
with his hands.

Oh. Way to go. (LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

What have you been taking?
Magic powder, boyo.

Whole shitload of coke.
Oh, what a buzz!

Oh, ow! Hey! I felt that.

You're supposed to be gentle.

We can organise a sedative for you.

Oh, no way. I am fine
just the way I am, thanks.

How long's he been like this?
Over two hours.

Well, it must have been cut
with speed or other amphetamines.

Should have come down by now.
(SCOFFS) I don't wanna come down.

This is pure heaven. (LAUGHS)

(SIGHS CONTENTEDLY)

(PANTS)

OK, on three, we're gonna
lower him down, OK?

One, two, three.

Hey, you need that on, mate.
You need it on.

Do you know where you are?

Just need to ask you some questions.
Just stay with us, OK?

Are you on any medication?
Dion.

Dion.

What's he saying?

Dion.

Is that your name? 'Dion'?

(PANTS) My son.

Whoo! Hey, come on.
Keep with us, mate. Keep with us.

God, you don't think it...?

Was your son here with you
in the cave?

Stay with us! Was your son
with you in the cave?

Was your son with you?

How long's he been like this?
Since we pulled him outta there.

Prior to that,
he was disoriented and confused.

Head trauma may be worse
than it looks.

But he has been drinking.
Hard to tell how much.

On my count - one, two three.

Be handy if we could rouse him
as soon as possible.

He's been mumbling something
about his son.

We need to know
what he was talking about.

Alright, let's go full blood
work-up, blood-alcohol level,

tox screen and head
and chest X-rays, please.

CLAIRE: I'll do the bloods.
What have we got?

Head lac, no broken bones,
no obvious internal injuries.

And no reason, I can see,
why he's deteriorating so fast.

I hope to hell
you didn't sedate him.

I didn't, no. Why?
This is Ken Bracey.

I diagnosed him with FFI
two months ago.

What on earth's FFI?
Fatal Familial Insomnia.

Well, I've never heard of it.

It means he can never get past
the first stage of sleep.

What, he never sleeps?
Not as we know it.

So his body and his mind
never actually rejuvenate.

Well, what about sleeping pills?

They'd just put him
in an irreversible coma.

And there's no known treatment.
Oh, that's hideous.

Has he got any children?
Two, as far as I know.

Do you know their names?

It's just that he was muttering
something about 'Dion'.

He may still be out at the cave.

I'll get Von to call his wife.

I'll get Steve and Jo up to speed.

That's gotta be one of the most
blood-curdling diseases

I've ever heard of.

Yeah. Me too.

Still, if it causes hallucinations
and confusion,

there might not be
a child in here at all.

Well, if he's drinking the wine,
who are those juice bottles for?

Mmm.

(ROCKS FALL)

Huh.

Phew!

Well, at least if
the whole thing goes down on us,

we've got this stuff
to keep us going.

Yeah.

I went 52 hours without sleep once.

Not deliberately, I hope.

Yeah. It was a dare.

Kids stuff. I was 18.

No idea which way was up.

I can't imagine
how this poor bloke feels.

Steve.

How long have you lived alone?

Oh, since my sister, Kathleen, died.

Hmm.
5.5 years ago.

Do you have other family?
Mmm.

What about friends?

The problem is with getting old
is that you outlive most of them

or they're in nursing homes.

(CHUCKLES)
I'm very lucky that I have my pets.

You know,
with skin as fragile as yours,

these bandaids
can be rather abrasive,

so I suggest
if you're going to treat it yourself

that you use non-adhesive dressings.

Mmm.

I've only got to bump myself
and they always end up like this.

Oh.
(CHUCKLES) Skin like tissue paper.

Oh.

You know, district nurses
can take care of things like this.

I wouldn't want to worry anyone
over something as trivial as this.

They have many more serious cases
to deal with.

And what if you hurt yourself
or you get sick?

Have you got someone you can call?

Er, I-I don't have a phone.

Well, if you did have, you could have
called for help when you fell over.

Shannon -

that's my little Jack Russell -

needed an operation

and it was either that
or keeping the phone on.

I can do without a phone but
I can't do without my little friend.

It's only diazepam.
It will just settle you down.

Mm-mm-mm.

Come on. You let me
get you into the gown.

Up close and personal.
That's the way I like it.

But no drugs.
What? Coke and speed aren't drugs?

Stimulation, energisation,
galvanisation, intensification.

What you want to give me
will just bring me down.

Alright, 'Mr Up Close and Personal',
at least let me do your obs.

Careful.

I'm ticklish, remember?

Oh, that's probably...
(CHUCKLES)

..because of what you've taken.

You're more sensitive to touch.
Oh, yeah, baby.

Good.

So, he's taken his medication?
BOTH: Not yet.

We're going to need
to take you to Radiology

to get an ultrasound on your ankle.

Mmm. No.
I am fine right where I am, thanks.

Do you know the long-term effects
of cocaine abuse?

(GRUNTS) Here it comes.
Joy, joy, joy. Joy, joy, joy.

Heart disease, respiratory failure,
gastrointestinal problems...

Alertness, stamina, success, happy.
..strokes...

..seizures.
Happiness, happy, happy, happy!

I never ever want to sleep again.

(CHORTLES)

His blood pressure and heart rate
are still elevated.

Why did that other bloke
call you Homer?

It's his nickname.
It's cute, isn't it?

Mmm. (CHUCKLES)

Well, if you're Homer,
then you can be Helen of Troy.

The face that launched
a thousand ships.

Aw! Thanks, Rog!

Yeah.
Can I see you for a minute?

(MUTTERS) What have I done wrong now?

Going along with his fantasies

isn't gonna make him see
that he's doing harm to himself.

Well, he's not listening
to sense now anyway.

If we don't present a united front,

how the hell are we gonna get him
to take medication or treatment?

So what do you want me to do -
sit on him?

Just...

..do your job!

(MOUTHS INAUDIBLY)

Head wound
doesn't appear too serious.

There's some bruising to his limbs
but no apparent breakages

and some bruising to his abdo.

What's his resp rate like?

Same as his old man's.

Depressed.

What's this?

Happy families.

This was drawn today.
How can you tell?

Ken was wearing a stripy shirt.

And look -
the same as in the picture.

Well, then, who's that?

C spine's clear.
We can lose the hard collar.

No sign of intracranial trauma,

so why hasn't he
regained consciousness?

Could be bleeding internally.
I'll set up for a FAST.

Beaumont can do that.
You don't need to be here, Vlasek.

If his level of consciousness
keeps dropping,

he's not going to
maintain his airway.

We can handle that as well.

You've got another job.
We'll page you if need be.

Come on. Off you go.

You can't have it both ways.

I can have it any way I want, Frank.

I think we're wasting our time
doing a FAST but go ahead anyway.

What? Have you got a theory?

Poor bugger.

Two months ago, he didn't even know
he had this condition.

(GRUNTS)

Mae! What are you doing?
I need you to stay in bed!

I've got to get back to my pets.

It won't be much longer.
They'll be perfectly alright.

Now, get back into bed,
you silly woman!

Do you need a hand, boss?
No, I don't.

When was the last time
you had a decent feed?

I can take care of myself.

Those sores are not just from bumps.

I tell you, you show
every sign of malnutrition.

I eat when I feel like eating.

Well, it's obviously not enough.

(SIGHS)

Oh, I know it can be hard
to make ends meet.

Yeah, even pet food is expensive.
And trips to the vet.

I dare say you look after
your animals better than yourself.

There is help out there

if you're having trouble
making ends meet, you know.

Dr Campion, I have never
taken charity in my life

and I'm not about to start now.

Let me tell you something,
Mae Mooney,

there are people who walk in through
that door who we simply cannot help.

So when we can help,
it makes us very happy.

You think about that.

Her name is Marley. About eight.

I've contacted the mother
and she's on her way in.

Let us know whether or not
the girl was with her husband.

So, what can I tell her about Dion?

He's unconscious but stable.
We're on our way in now.

Are you sure you're OK
to go in there on your own?

What? Like I haven't
been in here already?

No, I just mean
it's not getting any safer.

It might pay to wait
for the mother to speak to Von.

There's no time. Besides, the boys
will pull me out if they have to.

Alright, mate. Take it easy, Jo.

How far away are they with Dion?

Five minutes, tops.
OK.

I'll take Roz in to see Ken.

Any idea why she wasn't with him?

I mean, she had to know
how sick he was, right?

(DOOR BUZZES)
Ooh, yeah.

Please tell me they're alright.
Well, Ken's already here.

They're bringing Dion in shortly.

And Marley?
They're looking for her.

Oh, God. What on earth
were they doing in a cave?

I was only gone...
Roz, Roz.

Keep talking to me, Jo.
What are you seeing?

Colouring books, pencils, toys.

Any sign of the girl?

There's evidence
to suggest she was here.

But if she was in the cave,
she'd be under too much rock.

Maybe she got out,
wandered off, looking for help.

Is there anything to suggest
that Ken may have self-medicated?

(RUSTLES ROCKS)

Hang on a minute.

Sleeping pills.

JO: (OVER RADIO) There's some
still in the bottle.

Thanks, Jo.

Let's hope the little girl wasn't
still in the cave when it collapsed.

Combination of sleeping pills
and alcohol with FFI,

we're never gonna get him back.

Well, I'm gonna give it
a damn good try.

Pathology confirms benzodiazepine.

Give reversal drugs.

0.2mg injected.

Is this likely to work?

It's a long shot.

But we'll keep increasing the dose
by 0.1mg every minute

to a max of one milligram.

And if it doesn't work,
I've borrowed this from ICU.

Oh.

(MONITOR BEEPS)
O2 sats are dropping.

He's not maintaining his airway.
Sux and thio.

Oh, Vlasek!
You're in the way, Vlasek.

I'm not here, Frank. Not here.

Sux and thio in.

Cricoid.

Size seven.

I'm in.

Frank, Roz Bracey.

Can she come in?

Yeah, she might be able
to give us some answers.

Set up the BIS monitor.

Oh, my God, Ken.
What were you thinking?

Why didn't you wait for me?

They were all going
on a family outing.

So both the children were with him?

I popped up the shops
to get a few things

and when I got back, they'd gone.

Why haven't they found Marley?

There are people out there.
They'll find her.

What's that for?

Er, that's to monitor
his brain activity.

I see.

Ken's been relatively good
the last day or two.

"Window of opportunity," he said.

"Probably the last chance for us
to have some fun."

Did you know
where he was taking them?

No. We were supposed to
go to the beach.

Why would he want
a picnic in a cave?

Your husband had sedatives
in his bloodstream.

Has he ever spoken about
wanting to take his own life?

No.

Yes, he discussed it.

But it's not possible.

Maybe if he was on his own
but not with the children.

Never in front of the children.

BP and
respiratory function depressed.

Heart rate above normal. IV fluids
commenced with 400ml given so far.

How's the head wound?
Superficial.

Dion?

Oh, baby, it's Mummy.

You're gonna be OK.
He will, won't he?

At this stage we have no idea what's
affecting his level of consciousness.

He's hurt his head.
That doesn't appear to be the cause.

But we'll do a head scan.
Is he allergic to anything?

No.

Poor baby. It's Mummy.
Can you hear me?

Please wake up.
Bloods, chest X-ray and head CT.

Ken took sleeping tablets.
Is it at all possible...

No. He wouldn't.

He loves his kids
more than anything.

Maybe. Pump Dion's stomach and do
a urine tox screen just to be sure.

Have you found Marley?

Not yet but we're still looking.

Please don't let anything
happen to her.

(CLATTER)
AMY: Alright, that's enough!

But I thought you said
this was a utility room.

Where are all the utes?
Will you get back to bed?

Bugger off, Captain Queeg.
I didn't take your strawberries.

Captain Queeg?
'Caine Mutiny'.

Humphrey Bogart. Ball bearings!
You're overstimulated.

You're doing more damage to your...
Come on, Homer.

Let's go on our own odyssey.
Dance with me.

I'm not playing games with you.
You'll just make him worse.

(LAUGHS)
Get him some Haloperidol.

He's becoming a danger to himself.
Mind if I cut in?

Ah, ah, my lovely Ginger Rogers.
(WALTZ MUSIC)

Just try and keep your weight
off that foot.

You know, if I married you, Ginger,

I'd be Roger Rogers.

(CHUCKLES) Very funny. Keep hopping.

(HUMS WALTZ)

(PANTS)

They said Ken had entered stage two.

He was going into a nursing home
in four days.

Have you had much rest yourself?

I can't remember the last time
I had a proper sleep.

Ken raves all night about
people trying to kill him,

spiders under his skin,
bugs crawling on the walls

and then he has panic attacks.

Hallucinations.
Shocking part of the disease.

Has...he mentioned the children?

No.

I...I mean, he was devastated
about them having the gene

but the specialist said

that the disease may not appear
until well into their adulthood.

The kids have the gene.

We were told there was
a 50/50 chance of them inheriting it.

We seem to have lucked out
with both of them.

What did Ken say when he found out?

Oh, well, we both cried for days

but with the dementia,
he hasn't mentioned it for weeks.

Yes, but you said he's been lucid
the last couple of days.

Oh, my God.

He wanted to take them with him,
didn't he?

Save them going through
what he's gone through.

We need to administer Flumazenil.

Oh. Shouldn't we wait
for the Pathology result?

No time. How much does he weigh?
Er, 19 kilos.

OK. Er, paediatric dose -
5 micrograms per kilo per minute.

One to five doses.

Um...yes.

OK, so that's 95 micrograms IV
in a slow push over 15 seconds?

Thanks. Be ready to give it again
in another minute.

We'll take him up to ICU.
Why does he need to be moved?

The sleeping tablets
may be stronger than the treatment.

He may be sedated again.
He needs careful monitoring.

But Marley - what if
he's given her sleeping tablets?

Stay positive.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

About bloody time.

Sorry.
Got here as fast as I could.

I take it Mike's filled you in.
Yeah.

It's a shame the father
wasn't moved out of the family home

before something like this
bloody well happened.

They probably wanted to spend
as much time together as possible.

Great.

What's the story?

The crew are searching
the surrounding area.

She can't have gone far.

Unless she didn't make it
out of the cave.

Let's keep moving.

FRANK: Mae.

Your blood results are back
and everything's fine.

Oh, thank you. I must say
that I'm feeling much better.

Well, pumpkin soup
can do that for you.

So...I can go home?

No. I want you to stay
a little bit longer just to be sure.

I'll come and check on you shortly.

How's your son?
We're going to Intensive Care now.

I need to talk to you
about your husband first.

I want to be with my boy.

Look, it will take some time
to settle him in.

Alright.

I'll be with you soon, Dion. OK?

His brain activity reading tells us
that he's in the unrousable stage.

So you can't bring him back?
No.

Well, we knew this
would happen one day.

That his body would collapse
and he'd end up on life support.

(QUIETLY) Yep.

Did you ever discuss what he wanted?

It's obvious considering
what he's done to himself.

But, yes, we discussed it.

He wanted me
to turn the machine off.

And you agreed with that?

Yes. But I can't.

Not now.

You don't have to
make a decision right away.

It's not that I won't
honour his wishes.

It's just that if I do it now,
it'd be like killing him...

..which is exactly
what I feel like doing

for what he did
to Dion and Marley.

I'd be doing it out of anger.

Not because I love him but because
I hate him for what he's done.

I'll see if ICU have a bed.

I know what you were thinking,
but what about me?

I might never have known
what happened to you or the kids.

You all would have died
without me being there.

You were gonna
leave me with nothing.

We're ready to move him
as soon as a bed becomes free.

(GIGGLES)

Oh. And could you tell me
how Dion Bracey is doing?

Did you know that Dion
can be used as a Christian name,

a surname, a boys name
or a girls name?

It's one of those multipurpose
sort of names.

Do you any idea where it came from?
Bart!

Thank you.
I'll let his mother know.

Oh! Ooh!

What colour would you say that is -
crimson or vermilion?

Why isn't this patient sedated?
BART: Amy!

Scarlet.

I've drawn up the haloperidol.
He just won't take it.

If you two can't control
this patient, find someone who can.

And clean that up.

Why weren't you watching him?
I do have other patients, you know.

So do I.

My mum says nosebleeds are a way
of relieving high blood pressure.

Turn.
Do you think that's what I've got?

Your mum is wrong.

You've got a nosebleed
because you snort too much cocaine.

Are you calling my mum a liar?
Just a medical fact.

Call her. Call her. You tell her.
You tell her she's a liar.

No, Roger. Sit!
Look, pinch the bridge of your nose.

It might stop the bleeding.

Why don't you let us
give you a sedative?

Hold that.
Hmm?

It'll make you feel better,
calm you down.

My mother's never lied to me
in her life.

I'll call her...
Whoa!

Don't!

Hey...

(SCREAMS)

Amy!
Why'd you go and do that for?

You wanted him sedated. He's sedated.

She can't have come this far,
not if she was drugged.

Agreed. We should try
a different direction.

You're a country boy.
Can't you pick up her tracks?

Sorry. Never took the course.

I hope they didn't know what
the father had planned for them.

You know, even with the gene,
those kids might never have got sick

and even if they did,
they could have lived for years

before showing any symptoms.

Yeah.

Still...

..it's not nice to have to live under
the cloud of expectation, is it?

You're not suggesting
that what he did was OK?

No, of course not.

But I...kind of understand
why he wanted to end it.

You'll never get me agreeing
with anyone taking their own life.

You're lucky to have such
a black-and-white view of the world.

No shades of grey with you, huh?

I never liked that colour much.

Stay in this job long enough
and you'll get used to it.

Maybe she's hiding somewhere.
Kids get frightened, they do that.

(GROANS)

There's no movement
when I squeeze your calf muscle

which means you've definitely torn
the Achilles tendon.

Well, what else is new?
You found that out when I came in.

Well, you've probably done more
damage. You can roll over now.

(GROANS)

(WHINGES)

You can stop pinching your nose.
It's not bleeding anymore.

I might keep holding it
a bit longer.

I hate the sight of blood.

You have to have that ultrasound now.

The orthopaedic consult will
come down, have a look at your ankle.

That sounds a bit scary.
You're gonna need surgery.

Surgery? Oh, that means
I'm gonna have to tell Mum.

It's a relatively simple procedure.

The nurse will organise
the ultrasound.

(GROANS)

Right. Thank you.

Ken's monitor shows
no brain activity.

Mmm.

Now, young Mae, I've been
in contact with your old GP.

Oh, lovely man. How is he?
Oh, he sends his regards.

He's still playing golf.

He tells me you were in
the Women's Land Army during the war.

This may sound horrible,

but they were some of
the happiest times of my life.

Mmm.

He also tell me that
you were awarded an OBE

for your services in teaching
underprivileged children.

Yeah. That was a long time ago now.

Seems to me you've helped
a lot of people in your time.

Oh, no more than most.
No more than you, I'm sure.

All the wonderful things
these people do in here...

Now, I know the single-aged pension
doesn't take you very far...

I manage.

..but if you keep feeding your
animals better than you do yourself,

whose gonna look after them
when you're sick?

So why don't you let some of
these people help YOU for a change?

The more people
who know about my pets...

I could lose my flat
and it's all I can afford.

And I'll never get rid
of my animals...never.

They were the best
couple of days of my life.

Now I just feel like
a big pile of poop.

Yeah, well, what goes up
must come down, Rog-Dodge.

The higher up you go,
the further you have to fall.

Mmm. Yeah. But I felt like I was
indestructible, you know?

Well, you'd end up
burning yourself out.

Everyone needs sleep. Hey?

So how come you know so much about
Troy and Captain Queeg and stuff?

Mum makes me watch all these
old movies and read all the classics.

She reckons anything modern's crappy.

What made you go on this bender?
I got fired three days ago.

Oops.
Yeah. I'm just bloody hopeless.

Hopeless at work, hopeless
with women, hopeless at sport...

My only friend is my mum and she
calls me hopeless all the time too.

Your ultrasound confirms you've got
a bad tear in your Achilles tendon

so we're gonna have to
send you up to a ward

as soon as Orthopaedics
have had a look.

Whoop-de-doo.

How's his obs?

BP's still a little high,

but other than that,
everything's almost back to normal.

I'd never have sedated him
if I thought he'd be so boring.

You could go within metres of her
and not see her in this undergrowth.

Hey. Whoa. Shh, shh, shh!
(GROWLS AND GROANS)

Can you hear that?

Hey.

I was only tryin' to help!

Steve! Leave him.
I need your help here.

Bloody traps. I hate these things.

We need chest and leg X-rays.

She could have nerve
and tendon damage.

Mm-hm.
What's she been given so far?

We gave her 250 mils normal saline
on the way in,

but she's still
extremely dehydrated.

Push another 250 through.

FBC, EUC, cross match,
group and hold,

blood glucose and tox screen
to confirm suspected diazepam.

It's Mummy, sweetheart.
You're safe now.

And Dion's here too.
We're gonna get you both better.

What on earth was she doing
out in the bush?

She may have realised Ken was sick
and went for help.

She loves her dad so much. She would
have done anything to save him.

Bless you
for bringing them all in here.

We had a good team out there.

I'm ready.

There is no pupil reaction,

no response to the apnoea test
and absent reflexes.

I'm sorry.

Hello, darling.

It's me.

The kids are safe.

I know that what you did
was because you were sick,

and all they'll ever know
is that you loved them

and that your gift is gonna help.

Rest easy, my darling.

OK.

(MONITOR EMITS CONTINUOUS TONE)

Now to contact the brain bank.

That's his gift -
to donate his brain to science?

Yeah. They both signed consent forms
when he was diagnosed

and there hasn't been
a change of heart.

Well, it's a suicide. It'll have to
go to the Coroner's first.

I've already told her that, Frank,

but, you see, she hopes
it'll help the doctors

find out more about the disease
and, hopefully, a cure...

Hmm.

..before the kids are too old.

Sorry you had to turn off
Ken Bracey's life support.

It's what he wanted.

Something profoundly sad
about it, all the same.

What's that?
The boy drew it this morning.

Doubt the family's
gonna want it, though.

They don't need any reminders
of today, that's for sure.

You should keep it. Pin it up
somewhere in your headquarters.

Why?

To remind you that you saved
two kids' lives today.

You had a win, Steve.

Yeah, I guess we did, eh?

BART: Nothing has changed.
AMY: What are you talking about?

Today was an absolute disaster.
I can't win with you, can I?

I'm always wrong. Even when I do
the right thing, I'm still wrong!

You two get in my office right now.

You'll stay in this room until
you've sort out your differences.

But, Uncle Frank...
That's Dr Campion.

I don't want to know what it's about.
I just want you to sort it out.

I can't get through to her.
I don't care how you do it.

If you can't make an effort
to get along

then one of you - and I don't
care which one - will have to go.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.
Yes, Unc...Dr Campion.

Good. Then get on with it.

VON: What is this list?

Hmm?

Oh. That's just a couple of things I
need you to do for a patient of mine.

"Find a ground floor apartment,
small courtyard, sunny aspect,

"close to shops, vets,
community centre, transport,

"very cheap and allows pets.
Thanks, Frank."

What the hell am I supposed to do -

jump on my broomstick
and wave a wand?

Oh, come on. You're Von Ryan.
You can do anything.

(SCOFFS) Where is she?
I sent her home in a cab.

I said you'd call around
to see her tomorrow morning.

Oh, can you take
some morning tea with you?

You aren't killing
each other in there, are you?

AMY: (BREATHLESSLY)
No, it's all good. Almost sorted.

Hmm.